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Violence plus Sex equals Love (remake)	By : shinigamiinochi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Hunting
　

The locker room sounded like the orphanage did sometimes, when all the kids came home after school. The tiled room echoed loudly with the sounds of boys teasing each other and low pitched laughter. It smelled strange, a mix of sweat, soap, and chlorine. Boys stood at the lockers, stripping here and there, Duo keeping them strictly out of his line of sight, but his face was bright red and his heart was racing. It hadn�t start to hurt yet, but Duo knew that it would, soon. He couldn�t do this, he decided. He had to figure out a way to get out of this. The worst part wasn�t even how anxious he was, but that his cock still hadn�t gone down from earlier.

Duo kept his shirt pulled down as he walked past the showers towards some bathroom stalls. He didn�t know much about public bathing, but he was pretty sure a guy with a hard on wouldn�t be well received. Could this day possibly get any worse? Suddenly, a boy, completely nude, ran in front of him to the sinks on the wall near the stalls, apparently to grab one of the shampoo bottles perched on the shelf above a sink. Duo got a bare glimpse of a decent sized, uncircumcised cock before he could look away. His heart skipped two whole beats before righting itself again and he blushed so hard, it traveled down his neck.

�God,� Duo prayed half-heartedly, �If you�re listening like Sister says you always are, please let me get through this without dying or making me look like a complete idiot. Thanks.�

He hurried into one of the stalls and locked the door behind him, though the lock was flimsy, halfway to broken. He put the toilet seat down and sat on it, wrapping his arms around his book bag. This might work� if he stayed in here long enough, maybe the other boys would all leave and he could take a shower by himself. He wondered if the door to the locker room locked� probably not, but if he was the last one to shower, that wouldn�t be a problem. Although, if he took too long, Sister Helen might worry about him�

�Is this what you�re going to do every day?� a cruel voice deep inside of his head asked, �Just sit in the bathroom, waiting for the other guys to leave as Helen waits for you to come home? Pathetic.�

Unlike the other voice from before, this one sounded more like his father. Duo knew that the voices weren�t real, it was just a part of his overactive imagination, but it heard to have his own thoughts thrown at him through the voice of his dead father. It was even in the same insulting tone he would use. Pathetic� his father had often called him that and though Duo had been too young to understand what that word meant, the tone itself had hurt. And then, when he did find out what it meant, that definition had tainted those memories of his dad.

�It won�t be so bad,� he told himself, �I�ll think of something to tell her and it isn�t like it�s going to take me an hour to shower. I just��

He blushed even harder, remembering the naked boy he had seen earlier and wondered what it would be like to have the courage to do that, to just walk around other guys completely in the nude. He shuddered, trying to imagine himself doing that, taking his clothes off and washing himself in front of people. How did the other boys do that?

�I just can�t handle doing that,� he decided.

He sat there for a minute, just listening to the loud laughter echoing from the showers. He then realized that his penis had finally become limp again. Hearing his father�s voice in his head, hissing at him that he was pathetic, had been better than the coldest shower. That one word always drained any happiness and self confidence he had. Maybe he would remember that the next time he woke up with a hard on, but hearing that voice� it was bad, a sin, but he would rather have a hard cock and think dirty thoughts than remember his father saying that to him.

After a little while, the sounds outside the stall started to diminish. After about ten minutes, Duo had to strain to hear any noise, then there was nothing. His arms still wrapped around his back pack, Duo snuck out of the stall. The little bathroom area was empty, but Duo was still nervous.

�Hello?� he called out anxiously.

His voice echoed in the locker room and no one responded. He suddenly felt very ridiculous, calling out to an empty locker room like he was some kind of thief or a girl in a horror movie, checking to see if there was a monster hiding in some dark corner. What the hell was wrong with him? He was so disgusted with himself sometimes. It was that disgust that made him ignore the urge to check every nook and cranny for people. This was supposed to give him confidence, he thought. Kevin was wrong. In the time that he had been in this school, he had only felt more useless and scared, not better. But he had promised himself that he would go through with this. He wouldn�t disappoint his family. If he couldn�t even take a shower in an empty locker room, he might as well just lay down and die right now.

But, even if he could think that, his heart was still shuddering in his chest unpleasantly as he walked into the shower part of the locker room. It was just a wide open room, tiled the same way the rest of the locker room was. There were no stalls or curtains, just shower heads and individual knobs for the water. There was a drain in the floor and a few shelves on the walls that held bars of soap and bottles of shampoo. There was still steam in the air from the showers. The place reminded Duo of a prison movie he had seen once and he grimaced at the analogy. The tiny showers at the church were more welcoming to him than this large room. There was a long bench near the showers, but far away enough that nothing on it would get wet. He put his book bag on it and, giving another nervous glance around, started to undress.

*****

It had been painfully easy to stalk their new prey. Actually, stalking wasn�t really the right word, since the kid had done all their work for them by waiting for everyone else to leave. All Quatre and Heero had had to do was keep out of his sight and wait for the right moment, the moment he was vulnerable and didn�t have a chance of running away. Heero had to smirk at the boy�s skittishness. He really was like a baby rabbit, too shy to even shower with other boys. He wondered how someone like that would react to what they wanted to do to him. When Heero watched him walk into the shower room, his cock immediately hardened in anticipation. It had been a long summer.

The remaining steam in the room hid Quatre and Heero from the boy�s vision as he sat on the bench and started to pull off his sneakers and socks. They could watch his every move and never be seen, not because they were so good at hiding, but because the kid seemed oblivious. He would just turn the right way, he would realize that he was being watched by two hungry wolves, but after the first, nervous glance around, he hadn�t looked again. They would have to teach him a lesson about that. The freshman was meticulous as he pulled off his socks, placing them flat on the bench next to his sneakers. The way he laid them out was almost prissy or anal, but Heero found it cute, the way a little kid would try to fold clothes or straighten up.

Next to Heero, Quatre licked his lips as the violet-eyed boy shrugged off his jacket, then slipped his shirt up, over his shoulders, showing them a great view of his back, then folded the clothes just as meticulously on the bench. He saw with excitement that the boy�s back was as pale as his face and hands. It was smooth, his shoulders not very wide, and his back slimmed into a narrow waist at his jeans, but it was a masculine back, with light muscles and a bit of strength to it, though under-developed. It became clear to the both of them that the boy hadn�t spent a whole lot of time in the sun or doing much exercise, perhaps because of the medical condition that had kept him out of gym class today, but he certainly didn�t look ill.

Heero almost growled in irritation as the kid took his shirt off first, instead of his hat. He swore to himself that the first order he gave their prey would be to burn the damn thing. It didn�t suit him at all. Then, he tensed as the boy�s shoulders flexed slightly and he started to unzip his jeans. Heero and Quatre watched, almost breathless, as those slender hands pushed jeans and boxers down narrow hips. Quatre smirked as he, finally, got a good look at the freshman�s body. His ass was perfect, small, tight, and soft, the roundness defined and shaped well to his body. Though the boy was fairly short, his legs were long and as unblemished as the rest of him. Puberty had treated him well, leaving him with no pimples that Quatre could see, and those legs looked smooth and hairless, making him wonder if the boy shaved or just had really fine, fair hair.

They watched as he folded the rest of his clothes and laid them out neatly as well, still not able to see his front very well. Quatre licked his lips as the boy bent down to grab a bottle of shampoo that had been carelessly left under the bench. His erection throbbed in his gym shorts, begging for release and Quatre fantasized what it would be like to sink it deep into those rounded globes� They hadn�t had a virgin since Wufei and Quatre knew that this boy hadn�t been touched by anyone. Or if he had, it hadn�t been consensual. No one that had proper sexual experience would be this body shy. Suddenly, the boy reached up with the hand that wasn�t holding the shampoo bottle, and pulled the hat off.

�Holy shit,� Quatre muttered as quietly as he could, overwhelmed by what he was seeing.

Heero�s breath hitched in his throat. He had almost passed this boy by because of that stupid hat� Hair that reminded Heero of waterfalls and fiery sunlight fell out of the hat, tumbling down his shoulder blades and resting around his ass. As the boy tugged off the rubber band holding it into a long braid, unwinding it, it shimmered like water. It was similar to Zechs�s hair, silky and mostly straight, but abundant, a beautiful light chestnut streaked with red and gold. Why would anyone want to hide that? His bangs were long, and the golden brown color made the boy�s indigo eyes seem luminescent. That hair, to Heero, made the kid look like a fox with soft, downy fur, or the rabbit that he kept thinking the boy as. Perhaps a longhaired cat.

Hair that long didn�t seem natural, especially on a boy. His pubic hair was the same mix of colors, fine and thin instead of thick and curly. Heero almost had a hard time containing himself as the boy turned the water on and it streamed down his back and between the soft cheeks of his ass, his hair becoming plastered to that pale back, but knew it wasn�t time yet.

Duo tilted his head back as he stood underneath the spray of water and moaned at the feeling of the hot water. As much as he loathed the whole �naked in a public place� thing, the hot water felt nice. He realized that this could be a good thing. If he waited for everyone to leave, he could take a shower in private, and even better, he could actually take a shower longer than ten minutes and still have hot water through the whole thing. At the church, he always took short showers, not just because the water ran out easily, but because the cleaner the other kids were, the more likely they would be adopted. There were no kids yelling at you to hurry up, no guilt about using up the hot water� This wasn�t so bad. Duo smiled a little, letting the water drench his hair. He turned the hot water on as high as he dared, more steam filling the room and the temperature turned his pale skin a light pink.

He poured a ton of shampoo into his hands and started to wash his hair, then poured even more and soaped up his stomach, chest, and shoulders. He usually didn�t use this much, but screw it, he thought. The shampoo was free and he didn�t have to ration it for once. He could take his sweet time and really focus on getting clean. After the stressful day he had just had, it felt really relaxing. As he washed his cock, he remembered the erection from before with shame. He still couldn�t understand it. He wanted to believe that that boy hadn�t really touched him, that it had just been in his head.

It seemed plausible. Why would a guy as attractive as that brunette kid want to squeeze his butt for, when there were plenty of pretty girls around? He didn�t know which would have been worse, that he had been sexually harassed or if it had been in his head. If he had just imagined it and had gotten aroused from that, that meant there was something wrong with him. He was sick or perverted or something and it might happen again. He rubbed the soap underneath his cock and on the top of his sack. What if it did happen again? Ever since he was a kid, he had been told that masturbation was wrong, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he had always wondered why that was.

If having an erection made you dirty, shouldn�t you do anything to get rid of it? Or rather� wasn�t masturbation supposed to feel good? He didn�t think that guys jacked off because it was boring or hurt or something like that. If masturbation was wrong, then why had God made it so you felt good when you did it? He had thought about that a lot. Even if he had never tried it, it was just hard for him to understand why it was such a bad thing. He never corrected Sister Helen about it, though. What was the point? It wasn�t like he was actually going to try it. He had never felt any desire to, and if he did, and Sister found out about it, he would be too ashamed of himself.

He had always been like that, even before his father had killed his mother. Disobeying someone seemed so pointless to him, he just couldn�t bring himself to do it. With his father, he had been too powerless and doing something bad just led to pain. With Sister Helen and Father Maxwell, disobedience just made them sad, which made him feel just as bad as being hit. They had taken him in at a time in his life when there had been only darkness, everyone he loved, dead, they had given him shelter, food, and had attempted to give him an education. He felt like he owed them his very life and the least he could do was listen to them and try to make them happy. He had always thought of it that way.

He knew that, if he did get an erection again like today, if he did� take care of it� Sister Helen wouldn�t find out. But still, something in his gut told him that it would feel wrong anyway. He told himself constantly that things like that would feel wrong because God would know about it, but he knew that was a lie. He had known, for quite some time now, that he followed his religious teachings, not because he was worried about God finding out that he was bad, but about Sister Helen. So, why was it, he wondered, that he found himself praying to God if it didn�t matter to him? It had to matter. It was just that he could see Sister�s disappointed face and not God�s. That had to be the reason.

The memory of that boy touching him, squeezing his ass, flashed before him. He remembered the feeling of that strong, steady hand touching him, the possibility that someone might find him attractive had excited him in that moment. He remembered that strange shock of warmth that had gone through him. Suddenly, in his hand, his cock hardened again, just a little bit. His face grew red again. So, he was a sick pervert, thinking another boy touching him� the first time might have been a fluke, but this� he chewed on his lip and little and rubbed at his erect penis with his thumb. He had never actually� touched himself when he was like this even in curiosity.

It really did feel hard, the flesh rigid and red. It was hot, too, and not just from the water, but still felt silken. If that boy had really touched him� had he been attracted to him? Had he felt aroused from touching him� had his cock felt like this? Duo had this sudden, incredible urge to wrap his hand around his member and see what it really felt like to masturbate. He took his hand off of himself as though his cock had grown as hot as molten lead and his stomach twisted up, making him feel ill. He was going to hell. Not only was he thinking about jacking off, he was thinking about another boy� he had gotten aroused by being touched by a man, not a woman� as much as he felt that being gay wasn�t as wrong as Sister Helen thought� that he had gotten a hard on just from that one touch from a boy made him feel strange. There was no way anyone, let alone a guy, could be attracted to him anyway.

A strong hand grabbed his wrist and another covered his mouth, blocking the shocked gasp that tried to escape from Duo�s throat. Duo�s heart constricted, then started to hammer in fear. He started to hyperventilate at the feeling of fingers digging into his wrist. His captor pressed against his back and Duo could feel a clothed erection sliding in between his ass cheeks. His cock went from just slightly hard to almost completely hard in a second and Duo felt dizzy. What was wrong with him? He couldn�t� he couldn�t be aroused from this� This was wrong, this person was probably a bully, like Sister Helen had warned about, and wanted to hurt him, why did he feel good about that erection pressing against him? Why did his body suddenly feel warm? He tried to scream in protest and the hand tightened around his mouth.

�You can scream if you like,� a vaguely familiar voice whispered teasingly in Duo�s ear, his captor�s warm breath sliding over his skin and making his body throb with something that Duo couldn�t name, �but Mr. Wilks is probably still in his office. What will you do if he hears it and comes running? He won�t stop this, you know? He�ll just stare at you. Can you really handle him finding you like this?�

Duo�s heart raced faster and faster and he started to feel dizzy again. He imagined the harsh, arrogant teacher running in here and getting an eyeful of his naked body, his aroused cock, and this man pressed against him. Would he be disgusted, or have a laugh at his expense? Duo flinched as he felt his heart restrict and skip a few beats just at the thought of someone finding him like this.

No, he wouldn�t scream, he couldn�t scream. What did it say about him, that he would rather have this person hurt him than risk having someone see him? If he was going to get out this somehow, he had to do it on his own, but the hot body pressed against him, the feeling of a strong chest against his bare back and those hands on his mouth and wrist felt impossible to remove, bigger than his own. Duo thrashed against his captor, trying to fight against the dizziness and his weak heart, but the man was well prepared for that and just tightened his grip again.

The hand covering his mouth suddenly let go of him and trailed down his body, the fingertips running a line of fire down his naked chest and stomach. Duo gasped out loudly as that hand wrapped around his cock. What was this guy doing? Wasn�t he supposed to be beating him up or something? But� he was just touching� and� and it felt kind of nice. He wasn�t holding him hard enough to hurt and the sensation of a stranger�s fingers on his penis made that warm spark go through him again. This shouldn�t feel good� he thrashed against his captor again, but still couldn�t force him off of him. The backwards movement only made the man�s clothed, erect cock slide completely between his butt cheeks. He heard the man moan in his ear and he flushed bright red. This boy couldn�t possibly be getting off from this� that wasn�t what this was about, was it?

Duo cried out as the hand around his erection started to slide up and down it, softly. His eyes slid closed as pleasure pooled in his gut and his cock gave a strange twitch that it never had before. His knees felt weak and for a second, he forgot all about his heart. He could feel it racing, but it didn�t hurt him. That hand started to speed up and Duo trembled. It felt good. Really, really good. His breaths started to come out fast and he felt his balls tighten against his body. Was this what jacking off really felt like? It was like� like slipping into a warm bath, but more than that. It was exciting and it made him want to arch his back, to just relax and let this person do what they wanted, even though there was a little voice in his head screaming at him that that was wrong and sick.

Quatre kept his hand around the boy�s swollen penis, tightening his grip even though the long haired boy had stopped fighting him all of a sudden. At this point, Wufei had tried to elbow Heero in the stomach, but this kid just stilled, out of shock or arousal, Quatre wasn�t sure, but it was an interesting reaction. The little bunny was so adorable, his cock long and pale like the rest of him, not to mention sensitive as hell. He was barely touching him and his dick was as hard as a rock, starting to drip and Quatre knew it wasn�t from the water.

The soft globes of his ass felt so good surrounding his own erection, trapped in his gym shorts. He wished he was naked so he could slide his cock between those cheeks and feel how soft they really were on his skin, but stayed dressed for now, though the warm water drenched his clothed. It didn�t really matter to Quatre, he was too busy feeling the high of a successful hunt to care much about soaked clothes. It was the best feeling in the entire world, holding some boy whose name he didn�t even now and feel him respond to his touch like a long time lover. It was so rare to find a boy that was actually interesting, attractive, and gay, especially in a town like this that wasn�t so open to �alternative sexualities�. Just a complex word for conservative, closed minded bullshit in his opinion.

As rare as it was to find a boy that piqued their interest and would respond to them, it was rarer to find one that enjoyed the rough handling they gave their pets. Even Zechs had had to be worked up to it. When they had pinned him down and restrained him, he had fought. When they had tied Wufei down, they had had to spend full minutes working him up to arousal, the black eyed boy too nervous to be fully excited at first. Of course, they always did enjoy it in the end, but they had had to be taught to find pleasure in the rough stuff.

But this kid� Quatre was holding his wrist so tightly, he knew his fair skin was bruising, and his grip on his cock wasn�t exactly gentle. Anyone else would be limp with fear, having someone bigger and stronger pressed against them this way, not even being able to see them. But this bunny was hard and hot in his hand, his breathing hard and aroused. Even if the boy didn�t realize it, he liked being trapped and manhandled. If he didn�t, just this touch on his dick wouldn�t be enough to keep him from trying to hit Quatre and he certainly wouldn�t be this hard up. Quatre�s theory about that gained more credibility when he took his hand away from the chestnut-haired boy�s mouth and the boy didn�t try to scream. He didn�t make any sound at all except for those heavy pants. There was no begging or pleading or even crying. He couldn�t help but smirk as he realized that Heero had been right. This one was very susceptible.

Duo�s captor finally let go of his mouth, but Duo barely realized it. The grip around his cock was harsh, but the friction as that hand moved up and down and was wonderful. He didn�t think to scream or fight, only how good it felt and how anything could possibly feel like that. He felt a red haze filling his mind. His cock was twitching and it felt wet for some reason. Wet and hot. It wasn�t from the water, something else� his heart was pounding, but the pain he had felt when he had first gotten grabbed was fading. Why� why wasn�t he having an attack from this? He should be, his heart was going too fast� but he just felt� he felt like he was at peace and on fire at the same time. His balls kept tightening. Was he going to climax? Was that what this felt like? He couldn�t even think clearly enough to be embarrassed by this, just confused about what was happening, why this person was touching him there, why he wasn�t trying to get away anymore�

Men weren�t supposed to touch men like this� the way this person�s body was pressed against his back, the hand on his genitals� wasn�t this the way a man was supposed to touch a woman? Wasn�t this wrong? His stomach twisted and he thought, in horror, about Sister Helen walking in on this. And yet, there was some small part of himself that protested. This wasn�t wrong, it screamed, how could something that feel like this possibly be wrong? It felt� good, right almost. This was escalating far beyond a bully teasing a helpless freshman. This was rape. That should terrify him, and it did, in a way. He wanted to throw up and punch the person touching him. He was scared that he wouldn�t be able to get out of this, of all the things that this person wanted to do to him, but he was too naïve to name.

He didn�t want to be raped, who would want something like that? But he felt conflicted between fear and pleasure, not wanting the person to stop touching him, wanting more of something that he didn�t understand, but not wanting to be forced into this. He wanted to run, go back to something familiar and safe, like praying with Sister Helen, but his body didn�t want to listen to his common sense. Duo suddenly had a stray, terrible thought emerge: He didn�t want to be rescued. He didn�t want some knight in shining armor bursting into the shower room and beating up his captor. He wanted to see where this ended, wanted to see what it felt like. It was a wrong, horrible thought. His life had been filled with loneliness and coldness, and this touch on his skin felt warm and inviting, but that was wrong. Wasn�t it?

Duo felt an immense hatred for himself at that moment. Here he was, letting a man feel him up and jack him off, all because it felt good. Where were his morals? Where was his shame? His heart tightened and he felt dizzy again. This wasn�t affection, this was violence. This was someone stealing something from him, just because he couldn�t fight back. Why did it comfort him, that touch, knowing that this was criminal? Why did it feel inviting when he knew that he was being sexually harassed and molested? He felt his heart beats start to become weak.

His entire life, he had hated violence, had loathed it. His mom and dad had been dead for nine years now, but he still remembered the abuse his father had put him and his mother through as vividly as if it had happened today. He remembered the constant fighting and screaming. He remembered what it felt like when his father grabbed his arm hard enough to bruise and break. He remembered the blows and the pain. He remembered the overwhelming fear, wondering when he would do something wrong, when his father would come after him next. He remembered how much he had hated himself every time his father had yelled at him and called him names. He even remembered how his father�s personality and anger had literally controlled every aspect of Duo�s life.

But, more than anything, he remembered with a vividness that shouldn�t be possibly, the horror of watching that knife sink into his mother�s flesh and the knowledge that it was his father�s hand on that knife, the thick, nasty smell of blood in the air, and knowing that it hadn�t been an accident. He hated violence more than anything. Just the thought of hitting this person holding him made him sick inside. And yet� the way they were holding him, so rough and controlling, was so achingly familiar, it was almost comforting. No one had held him like this since his father had died. That should be good, he knew that logically, but something in his heart felt soothed by it.

As he realized that, the pain in his chest backed off again, making him feel confused. He had almost had an attack today just from standing up in class. The humiliation that had given him had nearly brought him to his knees. Compared to that, he should be on the floor right now, his heart still and useless, but he could hear it beating, fast and racing, but there was no pain or dizziness. It didn�t make any sense to him. Another stray thought came to him, just as terrible and disturbing, faint, but powerful.

�If someone that loved me were to touch me like this� that would be the best thing in the entire world.�

Duo squeezed his eyes shut, as though he could deny the strange thought. What the hell was wrong with him?! Sister Helen had raised him better than this, he wasn�t some sort of sick pervert that liked being manhandled by another man! He� he wasn�t like that� he was a good person, had tried so hard to be ever since�

The sound of footsteps made Duo open his eyes again. Was someone coming to his rescue? He didn�t know why they would, he hadn�t made a sound. Instead of a teacher, he saw the boy that had helped him earlier with his books, now wearing jeans and a black t-shirt instead of his gym uniform. He had a leather jacket draped over one of his arms and, instead of rushing to help Duo, he simply put it on the bench next to Duo�s clothes. It gave Duo a jolt, seeing his clothes mixing with that jacket and he had no idea why. It wasn�t an unpleasant jolt, either. There was a long jump rope that had wooden, hourglass shaped handles dangling from his hands. The brunette�s demeanor was completely different from earlier. The kindness had been replaced with something that Duo could only describe as intense and feral. He knew, without any doubt in his mind, that this boy was not going to help him. So why, he thought, on the verge of crying, why had he helped him before? Because it was funny?

Like before, Duo was startled by the boy�s attractiveness. His eyes were such a pretty, dark blue, like the sky just before sunset, his dark hair silky and thick. He didn�t get the chance to wonder why he was finding any boy attractive at all as he felt the boy who was holding him rub his thumb against the underside of his cock, the soft digit trailing up, tracing up the engorged head and digging his nail into the slit there. Duo couldn�t stop the loud groan from escaping his lips as sparks of pleasure traveled down the length of his dick, filling his stomach with an intense heat. He could feel something wet and warm dripping from that tip and down the boy�s fingers. He felt his captor bury his nose into his hair, smelling his neck, and heard them moan against him, rubbing their hips against his ass, that clothed erection parting his cheeks slightly.

�Your hair is so beautiful,� the boy murmured, �Such a pretty color, little rabbit.�

�If I�m a rabbit,� Duo thought in fear, �Then these two are hungry wolves��

Then, what the boy had said struck him like a physical blow. His� his hair was beautiful? No one had complimented his hair before. Even Sister Helen didn�t say it was pretty. She always looked pained when she looked at his hair, like the fact that they couldn�t give him a proper hair cut without him looking like a blind person had done it was somehow her fault. That was part of why he went through such pains to hide it from the world. No one had ever said anything good about it, let alone that it was beautiful� His heart throbbed, but it had nothing to do with his health problems. He felt a warmth that had nothing to do with sex or physical pleasure. When he felt his captor trail his tongue over his neck, Duo didn�t fight him, too confused and conflicted to know what to do. These two were bullying him, they might do something terrible to him, but all he could think of all of a sudden was that at least one of them found his hair, something he had always thought had made him hideous, beautiful. Soft lips pressed against his thin neck, unknowing to the boy holding him, very close to the scar his father had given him, and the tongue swiped over his pale skin again, making Duo shiver at the intimacy of it.

Heero caught Quatre�s stare, the both of them highly aroused and eager to continue with the game. Heero motioned to the floor against the wall and Quatre smirked, understanding easily what his brother wanted to do with their prey. He let go of the chestnut haired boy and shoved him forward. The second that Duo felt that he had been released, he came back to himself.

�Leave me alone!� he yelled, suddenly not caring if anyone heard him, too busy with trying to get away.

He took a desperate swing at the boy who had been holding him blindly, not really seeing anything but blurs as some soap slid in his eyes. It was weak and halfhearted as he didn�t actually want to hit anyone. He couldn�t hit anyone, hurt anyone, not ever, but he hoped that it would make the two boys think twice about coming after him. It didn�t. Strong hands grabbed his wrists and shoulders, pushing him against the wall and pushing him down until he was sitting on the wet floor, warm water falling down on him. He felt harsh rope wrap tightly around his wrists and his arms were lifted up until his butt was almost off the floor, his back stretched, and the rope was tied to the knob above him. He struggled against the rope, but it had been tied too tight and he couldn�t shake free of it. He hung there, feeling very much like a rabbit that had been caught in a hunter�s trap.

The pain in his chest came back full force at the feeling of being completely helpless and trapped. Would they hurt him badly? How was he going to get out of here? And worse of all, Sister Helen was going to be so worried about him� This was worse than having some man pressed against his back. He was completely exposed now. They could see every inch of him. Because of how his upper body was stretched, he couldn�t curl up and try to hide his front. All he could do was try to keep his legs closed, but even that hid almost nothing. His heart raced unpleasantly, skipping a few beats here and there. He felt the ridiculousness of his situation immediately. His chest was hurting, not because he was tied up or that he was going to be hurt, who knew how badly, but out of embarrassment from being so exposed. How pathetic was he?

Heero couldn�t remember the last time he had been this turned on. Wufei had been cute, but the deep, dark blush on this boy�s face was pricelessly adorable. He kept his legs tightly closed, but as he and Quatre had forced him to the floor, he had gotten a delicious look at thin, reddish pubic hair surrounding a long, pale, hard cock, white, ghostly thighs� so different from Wufei�s tanned ones or Zechs and Trowa�s peach colored ones. When Wufei had fought them, he had put his whole heart into it, kicking and punching like a wildcat, but this pale slip of a boy punched like Trowa�s dog barked, in warning, without any heat or intention to hurt. Right now, most boys would be screaming and ranting at them, but this boy just looked confused and thoroughly embarrassed.

Water continued to pour into Duo�s eyes and the soap finally washed out. He looked up at his captors, his vision still just a tiny bit blurry, but mostly clear. His violet eyes widened and he paled as he saw both of his attackers for the very first time. The boy that had molested him was the blonde from earlier and was wearing navy gym shorts and a black t-shirt. There was something about them that seemed similar, though they had different features. But mostly, it was the way they stood close to each other and looked at each other that told him that these two were more than just friends.

Fraternal twins, he realized. What the hell were the odds of that? He was only able to realize it because of the fraternal twins that had died of pneumonia. They had looked at each other like that, like they were thinking the same things, like they could communicate everything just with a look. Fraternal twins could be just as close as identical ones and these two certainly seemed to be.

�Please,� he begged, his voice hoarse for some reason, �Please just let me go. I� I don�t have any money or anything, but please, just stop��

To his dismay, the twins smiled at each other and to him, their smiles were cruel. He realized at that moment that there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop this. He was helpless, entirely in their control. He might as well just lay back and let them do what they wanted because they were going to do it regardless. And why, why did that thought comfort him instead of terrify him? Why did surrendering to these bullies make him feel better when he should be scared at being so helpless?

�What are you going to do to me?� he whispered, though he was scared to know the answer.

Quatre grinned down at him.

�We�re going to play a game, little bunny,� he teased.

Duo felt a chill go through him. They thought that this was a game? They thought that molesting him and tying him up was just a bit of fun? It made him angry and scared at the same time. If this was just one big game to them, that meant that they didn't care what happened to him, about going too far. The blonde�s answer to his question hadn't actually told him anything at all. His breath hitched a little as the boy wearing the gym shorts knelt down on his knees and lightly touched Duo's bare chest. Those strong fingers found his nipples and pinched them, making Duo grit his teeth. The older boy ran his thumbs against the tips and Duo felt a strange heat blossom there. It was just like when he had touched his cock, it felt weird, but good, little sparks of pleasure running down his body. He groaned a tiny bit as those fingers caressed the sensitive flesh, working them between his fingertips, then caressing them with his thumbs. His chest felt and groin throbbed with every little caress.

�I... I'm not a girl,� Duo stammered in protest, even as he struggled with the sensations the boy was giving him.

This definitely shouldn't feel good, Duo thought. He wasn't a girl, he didn't have breasts and his nipples shouldn't be this sensitive, but they were. It felt nice, the rubbing and caressing. His pale, pink nipples became hard and peaked with the boy's touch and there was some part of him that wanted those fingers to touch him more.

Quatre laughed at the boy's words. The bunny was so innocent, thinking that they wanted a girl, that they had targeted him just because his hair was long or he was on the small side. This freshman really had no idea what the real world was like, that a pretty little boy like him was desirable and it had nothing to do with femininity. True, he was pretty, but he was definitely masculine. The hard erection straining upwards, between his legs was anything but feminine. Even as his nipples hardened between Quatre's fingers, they felt soft, like flower petals, and were a faint pink. Every time he rubbed the tips of this thumbs against them, the white haired boy made a small sound, almost like a gasp, but not quite. Quatre doubted that anyone had touched him like this, let alone in this spot.

�I'm well aware of that,� he leaned close enough to press his chest against the boy's and whispered in his ear.

Quatre moved to the side slightly, still playing with the pale boy, as Heero knelt down next to him and shoved his knee in between Duo's closed legs, forcing them apart roughly. To Duo's shame, something dripped down his cock from the slit and the organ gave a desperate twitch at the feeling of his legs opening wide, his genitals completely exposed. Heero smirked as he saw the boy's reaction. He might be embarrassed by his exposure, but his body seemed to like it enough. If only they could get past this boy's automatic, shy reactions, they could make a proper slut out of him.

Heero moved his knee forward and slowly rubbed the violet-eyed boy's cock, his pre-cum dripping onto his jeans and soaking into the cloth. Duo moaned louder this time as he felt the rough denim rub into his sensitive skin, then traveled down to his balls, grinding against them harshly. The feeling was incredible, even more intense then when the other boy had been stroking his cock earlier. The haze in his mind was growing, warring with his more logical thoughts about escape and embarrassment. When that knee was caressing him, grinding into his cock and balls, he suddenly didn't care about how exposed he was or how unattractive his thin, pale body must look.

�That's what makes it so amazing,� he murmured, moving his knee so that it was lifting up Duo's sack and rubbed the underside of it.

Duo closed his eyes, his heart racing, at the new sensation. Heero focused on his expression, not realizing that his heart was pounding like Duo's was at the sight of his blushing face and parted lips. He wanted to kiss them, to see how soft and wet they would be, but it was too soon for that.

�We have no use for blubbering, delicate women,� Heero told him heatedly, looking down at Duo's engorged cock that was still dripping onto his leg.

The long length was starting to become red from hardness, not quite painful looking, but it was getting their quickly. Duo squirmed as the other twin pinched his nipples even harder, bringing Duo's attention back to him, then pressed his face into the crook of his neck. A deft tongue trailed up his neck, soft and wet and warm, tracing long lines. Suddenly, blunt teeth bit down on the side of his neck, making Duo flinch.

'He bit me,' Duo thought, wondering why that realization was so overwhelming, like a vampire or wolf biting their mate.

Almost in apology, the boy's lips pressed against his injured skin and sucked lightly on it, followed by that maddening tongue. Duo continued to squirm between the gentle licking and the rough grinding that the other brother was doing against his balls. This was insane. He hadn�t even known that his body could feel this way, it was wonderful and frightening, all at once.

His cock felt tight and he could feel it throbbing, but there was still a part of himself that wanted to stop this, that didn�t want to orgasm. If he didn�t, then nothing else counted� he could just say he had been assaulted, but if he did, that meant he had enjoyed it. Still, as the boy who was attacking his balls with his knee suddenly moved away from him, he couldn�t help but whimper in disappointment. He glanced down at himself and saw how fat and red his cock was. It was wrong and embarrassing. It had never looked like this before in his entire life, so why now? Why, during the one moment in his life when it shouldn�t look like that? The boy wearing the shorts caught Duo looking down and grasped the head of his dick lightly in his hand, making Duo shudder. He couldn�t possibly feel more sensitive and overwhelmed. He felt like he was overflowing with each little touch, but they kept doing more and more to him.

�Your cock is so cute,� Quatre said in a soft, cooing town, his fingers stroking the slit and tracing the rounded crown, soaking the tips with pre-cum, �Look, it�s drooling! Just like a dog desperate for a piece of steak, or in this case, a proper pet.�

Quatre took Heero�s place, shoving his knee against Duo�s sack and rubbing harder than Heero had. At the same time, he tightened his grip around the dick in his hand, loving how hot and slick it felt. Duo arched his back slightly, groaning as his cock and balls were molested again. He couldn�t take much more of this� he could feel it in how tight his whole body was. He wondered about that, how you could have never had an orgasm in your entire life, but still knew when you were going to have one. It was like it was wired into the body, as natural as knowing how to breathe or when you were about to fall asleep.

�This� this isn�t right�� he said desperately, but his words sounded pathetic even to him.

Quatre grabbed his chin, forcing Duo to look up at him. Duo blushed at the intensity in those blue-green eyes. It made him feel like the boy could see into his soul, that he wanted to devour him.

�Don�t worry,� the blonde boy said with a wolfish grin, �We�ll prove to you how wrong you are about that.�

Quatre let go of his chin and Duo quickly looked away. They weren�t going to stop� no matter how much he pleaded or begged. This was just a game and Duo was the only one here with anything to lose, so why would they stop? It might feel good, but Duo had been taught that pleasure like this was a sin. He didn�t think these two knew that, or if they did know that what they were doing was wrong, they just didn�t care.

�And why do you care?� that strange voice that kept throwing odd, stray thoughts at him asked, almost snidely, �Why are you so focused on what God says you should do when God let Daddy kill Solo and Mom? He let Daddy stab Mommy over and over and over� He let Solo and Officer Brennen get shot and they were good people! Officer Brennen was even like Sister Helen, he loved God, too, but he still died. He let Daddy kill himself. If God loves you, like Sister Helen says He does, why didn�t He stop you from trying to run away? Why did He let you making Daddy kill himself? Why are you so concerned doing what He says you should do, when God has taken everything away from you? In reality, aren�t you just punishing yourself because of what you did to Daddy?�

Duo squeezed his eyes shut. That wasn�t true� God didn�t let those things happen� It was his fault, not God�s, and he did care about doing what God wanted him to do� wasn�t that why his heart was beating so fast right now, because he knew that this was wrong, that he was sick for liking it, even just a little bit?

�Sister Helen isn�t right all the time,� Duo thought despite himself, �She�s wrong about gay people, isn�t she? So� so maybe she�s��

He cut that thought off, not able to handle where it might lead. He couldn�t accept that. Duo felt the one brother stand up and the other take his place, keeping Duo off balance and confused. The dark blue eyed boy�s lips quirked upwards in a strange smile, one that Duo wanted to think was affectionate and softer than his brother�s, but was sure he was just seeing things. The older boy leaned in close to Duo�s cock and he could feel his hot breath ghosting over his stimulated flesh, making his heart constrict. A pink tongue darted out and trailed over his erection, making Duo gasp out loudly.

The muscle dancing over his flesh was hot, slick, and strong, making nerve endings that Duo didn�t even know he had awaken. He wanted to protest, to say that it couldn�t taste good, putting someone�s cock in your mouth. Besides, this person was in charge, the rapist, so why was he licking his victim�s dick? Shouldn�t it be the other way around? Then, the brunette wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and slid all the way down to the base, surrounding Duo�s member with an incredible, wet heat.

Duo cried out, his head falling back and he clutched desperately at the rope that kept him suspended to the knob. All thoughts about right and wrong fled his mind and the red haze exploded. He panted as that wonderful mouth slid up and down his penis, the talented tongue wrapping around him, caressing him with the tip, then twirling around the crown. God� it felt so good� so incredible� why was he fighting against this? All he wanted to do was move, to thrust into the welcoming heat and wetness surrounding him, but the boy had his hands on Duo�s hips, keeping him still. It was maddening.

His heart skipped a few beats again, the stress of wanting to move and worrying about what the older boy must think of his cock in his mouth overwhelming him. Did it disgust him, would he laugh at him for being so sensitive? He couldn�t think of a single reason why someone would want to do this for him and it was making him panic. He wasn�t good enough to feel this kind of pleasure. He didn�t deserve it. He felt his heart weaken. It was happening� it was going to stop, just like before� but, somehow, with this boy�s mouth around him, making him feel things he had never felt before, awakening something deep inside of him, Duo was struggling to even care that he might die.

He opened his eyes and looked down. It was a strange sight, seeing his tormentor�s soft lips wrapped around his cock. He watched in astonishment as the boy slipped off of his erection, then swirled his tongue around the tip, grabbing the base with his hand and moving it up and down slowly. Duo�s eyes were half-lidded and he struggled just to breathe as he watched, his dick filled with an intense pleasure at the rare attention it was getting. This twin was completely focused on his task, his grip softer than his brother�s, his tongue tracing every rounded shape and vein with fervor, lapping up the fluid that was dripping from the slit like he was dying of dehydration.

This boy sucked and stroked his cock with the same reverence that Sister Helen gave during Mass, just as passionate as any of her prayers to God. Was that a weird analogy? At the very least, it was probably blasphemous, but apt. He really was handsome� he might be molesting Duo right now, but his dark eyes were half lidded like Duo�s were and his face had a faint blush on it, but Duo knew it wasn�t from embarrassment. It was wrong, but these two brothers were attractive, even if they were cruel. Seeing how intense he was as he gave him a blow job, Duo felt a strange warmth fill him. He just couldn�t believe that anyone would touch him� caress him, with their tongue no less, with such focus and worship. It made him feel strange� good, but strange.

His breath quickened as the blue eyed boy took him into his mouth again, sliding down on him slowly. It felt like he was melting from the tip of his cock downwards and, though Duo didn�t realize it, he automatically spread his legs wide, his toes curling a little bit. Quatre watched all of this with amusement. Playing a voyeur was just as rewarding as being a part of the action and seeing the white haired boy flush bright red and moan so prettily was definitely entertaining. And the way he had protested, only to spread his legs like a slut when Heero had gone down on him� fuck, that was hot.

Heero noticed that the boy had opened his thighs for him, too, and looked up at him. Duo�s breath froze in his throat as those wolfish eyes looked up at him, soft lips still wrapped around his member. Suddenly, those lips smiled at him and Duo felt his heart flutter a little. It wasn�t a cruel smile, like the other boy, it wasn�t even teasing. It was soft and nearly kind. He was really into this, for some reason�

Duo�s left thigh twitched as the boy returned to his work, moving his mouth up and down faster and faster, making Duo wetter with his saliva and the pre-cum that was freely flowing from him. It was then that Duo realized that his heart had stopped hurting. It had stopped racing so hard and violently, too. It was still going fast, but it wasn�t trembling or weak. Something in this boy�s smile had soothed him� but that was impossible.

It was in that moment when Duo realized that there was something really, really wrong with him, that his heart was easing when it should have been failing him, that he orgasmed for the first time in his life. He cried out, his entire body going as tense as a string on a violin, shuddering, and squeezed his eyes shut. It ripped through him, this explosion of pure pleasure, leaving him gasping and his pulse racing furiously, but not painfully. If he had been able to, he would have curled up into a vulnerable ball. The red haze in his mind turned into a blinding white light. Then, just as quickly as it had hit him, it started to die down until Duo felt like he was filled with a pleasant warmth. Staring up at the ceiling, he vaguely realized what had just happened.

�I came�� he thought in a confused daze, �I came, for the first time in my life� from another guy sucking my cock� What is wrong with me? I�m� I�m not gay� and this� this isn�t right��

But endorphins were rushing through his body and such thoughts seemed faint, like he was forcing himself to think them, instead of them coming naturally. Duo jerked back to reality, his indigo eyes widening as he felt the brown haired boy swallow his cum down, then popped his wilting penis out of his mouth, but instead of moving away from him, he wrapped his hand around him again.

�W-wait,� Duo started to protest, but that hand tightened around him and pumped, slowly, three times and his words melted away into a soft moan.

His penis was still sensitive from the orgasm and the shudders of pleasure that went through him when the older boy started to stroke him again were so intense, they were almost painful. Duo watched with the expression of a trapped animal as his cock started to harden again, some seed still staining the slit. This couldn�t be possible� he had �finished�, right? His body felt worn down, but was still burning, still wanting more� how could that be possible? It just happened� so easily, with one little touch� What was happening to him?

At the same time that he was horrified at his body�s sick, perversion, there was some part of him that was excited by his erection. It� no, he wanted more attention, more of those soft caresses and worship. He wanted to have that feeling of letting go, of surrender, followed by that intense climax. Would he come like that again? Would it feel less, because he had already done it already, or would it feel even better? He hated himself for that desire. He was a pervert, just like the people that Sister Helen had warned him about, and in wanting those rough hands on his body, he had let her down. If she ever found out� that voice was right, he realized. Maybe he didn�t care about God judging him so much as the woman who had been like a mother to him for the past nine years.

The blue eyed boy leaned down and finished cleaning him, swiping his tongue against the slit and tasting his semen again. It was strange� in one moment, Duo felt depressed, ready to cry imagining what Sister�s view of him would be after this, but that careful tongue drove it far away. He should be screaming rape, he realized, at the very top of his lungs, but he was just sitting here on the water drenched floor, letting these boys do whatever they liked to him. He couldn�t figure out why.

He was still scared, but also somewhat excited, wondering if they would just suck on him until he went insane, or if there was more. With that tongue scraping over his sensitive flesh, it was too hard to think. To hard to wonder if he should be fighting or if it was just easier to surrender. It felt too good and he was losing his reasons for fighting back. It wasn�t like he could win, he told himself, and maybe that was just an excuse, but it was the only one he could think of. He didn�t dare give credence to the thought that it was because he enjoyed it.

Heero licked the long haired boy�s long cock all over, every inch of it, until he was sure that he had cleaned off every drop of cum, all the while continuing to stroke the base, loving the little sounds the freshman was making. Obviously, no one had sucked his cock before. Quatre had probably realized that, too, and would want to take the boy�s other virginity, which was fine. Fair was fair and they shared practically everything. Besides, this kid was just too adorable. Their other conquests, even Trowa, hadn�t been like this. This boy was still fighting them with his words and reluctance, but he was so sensitive to everything they were doing to him.

Hell, his cock had reawakened within seconds and Heero couldn�t wait to see what he would be like when he finally fully surrendered to them. At least his body was willing, his mind just had to keep up. And he was so pretty tied up and wanting like this, panting, his face flushed� Heero was already imagining the different ways he could restrain him later on. Quatre finally rejoined his brother and they shared an indulgent smile. Quatre kept stroking the trapped boy as his brother moved closer until he was straddling the violet eyed boy�s right leg. Duo paled as he felt silken shorts pressed against his stomach and through them, a large erection.

�Tell me, Bunny,� Quatre said, inches away from Duo�s neck, which made the pale boy tremble, �How often do you masturbate?�

Quatre pulled away to see Duo�s reaction, which was shocked and horrified. Duo was immediately embarrassed and affronted by the question. Just because they had molested him, it didn�t mean that they had the right to ask a personal question like that. He looked away from the boy.

�I�m not going to answer that!� he exclaimed.

Quatre reached under his brother�s hand to grab both of Duo�s balls in a tight grip. Duo cried out at the light pain. Then, Quatre, still keeping a tight grip, dug his fingers into the sensitive flesh and massaged them deeply, rolling them in his palm. Duo tossed his head back and panted loudly, his eyes half lidded. Between the one twin stroking his cock with a quickening pace and now the other rubbing and caressing his balls, his lower body was in heaven. Even the harshness of the grip on his testicles felt good. His cock twitched and started to drool pre-cum, desperate for more stimulation.

�I suppose I should explain something,� Quatre said, but his tone wasn�t threatening, �My brother and I own you, so when we ask you a question, you�re required to answer it. Understand?�

Duo nodded automatically, barely realizing he was doing it.

�Good boy,� Quatre smiled.

He dug his thumb into the fragile skin between his anus and his sack, moving the digit back and forth in a soothing motion as a reward for Duo�s agreement.

�Ah!� Duo groaned at the strange, but intimate feeling.

His heart raced every time that finger got closer to his ass, but he wasn�t sure why, it just felt kind of weird, but agonizing.

�Now, how often do you masturbate?� Quatre repeated.

�I� � Duo panted through parted lips, �I�ve never done� something like that before��

Quatre raised an eyebrow at his answer. If any of their other prey had said that, he would have pulled them over his knee and spanked them for lying. After all, what teenaged boy hadn�t touched himself, at least once? But this one sounded so embarrassed by his admission, and considering how shy he was, Quatre didn�t think he was lying. He nuzzled the crook of Duo�s neck and shoulder.

�Poor boy,� he cooed.

Heero should his head in astonishment. This kid was seriously repressed if he had never masturbated, even just out of curiosity. But, that explained to him why he was so sensitive. It also filled Heero with a prideful arrogance, realizing that he had probably just claimed the boy�s first orgasm. He stroked the pale boy�s cock faster and harder, bolstered by that realization. They had to make up for years of chastity, then. Heero grinned as the boy�s legs widened a little bit, signaling to him that he was about to come again. Duo thrust his hips forward, feeling overwhelmed the attack on his genitals, but Quatre shoved his knee into Duo�s hip, keeping him pinned.

�Please� please stop� I don�t want this�� Duo panted, feeling his climax approaching and suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

Liar.

He didn�t want to climax in front of these two again.

Liar.

It didn�t feel good, it just made him feel exposed. Was this their game, making him feel miserable and pathetic? So, he hadn�t ever masturbated before, did that really make him a freak? They were the freaks, molesting him like this! This was wrong, just because it made his body feel good didn�t make it ok to do this to him! He wanted them to stop�

Stop lying to yourself!

His orgasm ripped through him again, making that white light fill him for a second time and, just like last time, those bad thoughts fled in the face of the pure pleasure. He didn�t care. He didn�t care about right or wrong or being dirty or them thinking he was a freak. It felt too good, too wonderful. They could do whatever they wanted so long as they kept letting him feel this�

Heero watched Duo�s face intently as he came all over Heero�s hand and his own stomach. His expression was so beatific when he climaxed, it didn�t screw up, but relaxed. It was as though the boy looked relieved, his eyes glazed and his skin blushing so prettily. It was addicting, watching the boy in his pleasure and Heero wanted to see it again and again.

Duo peered down at Heero and watched in shock as the boy licked his cum drenched hand clean. How could he do that, just taste it like it was sweet cream instead of his semen? Did it taste good? Suddenly, Duo wanted to taste Heero�s cum and he struggled to rid himself of the thought. He had cum, again, and it had been just as incredible as the last time, Duo thought in a daze. Quatre let go of Duo�s balls and watched his brother clean himself off with his tongue.

Heero was always so intense with their prey, but this time was different. He was being slow and gentle, but so absorbed in the younger boy, in a way that Quatre had never seen before. He looked at the pale boy with a clinical eye. He looked tired, but happy for a moment before reality flooded back. Quatre wondered how many times they would have to fuck him before he surrendered to the realization that he was made for this. This wasn�t just about the sex, this was an educational experience for the kid and Quatre suddenly felt a rush of excitement, wondering how the boy would react to each new lesson. He eyed the cum that had splashed on the boy�s stomach and grinned. Quatre found the bottle of shampoo that their prey had been using earlier and poured a large amount in his hand and handed it to his brother so he could do the same. With his free hand, Quatre tilted the shower head so the water wasn�t hitting the freshman anymore. He knelt down again and dripped the shampoo onto Duo�s stomach where the cum was and Heero did the same to Duo�s limp member. Duo struggled to move away, the soap cold and felt strangely erotic on his cock.

�Stay still, you�re filthy,� Quatre teased, �It looks like we�re going to have clean you off before we continue.�

�Continue?� Duo wondered dully, his brain still fuzzy from the rush of climax.

What else could they possibly want to do with him? Just as he was thinking that, their hands were on him, rubbing the soap over his skin. They were everywhere, over his shoulders, chest, and stomach, trailing over his spine and over his legs and thighs. He couldn�t keep track of the multitude of fingers and rough palms touching him everywhere. When the twin that had jerked him off started to clean his feet, strong fingers sliding between his toes in a way that was bizarrely intimate, Duo felt like he was losing it. Fingers stopped just washing him and started to massage him. He felt the other twin work on his nipples again and he started to moan with it.

Then, those same fingers trailed down to his buttocks, squeezing and massaging one of them. Their bodies pressed against him as they cleaned every inch of his body. He felt surrounded, only as though they were embracing him and he was stuck between feeling shy about the inadequateness of his body and feeling comforted by how gentle, but sensual they were being with him. Shouldn�t they be rough, just taking from him what they wanted? But so far, they had only been making him feel good. He felt sheltered. Inexplicably and unwanted, a memory wormed out of his self-conscious.

He didn�t remember how old he had been, it had been too long ago, the memory too old to really member too many specific details. His father had hurt him again. No, it was more than that. Usually, his father would hit him for doing something wrong. This time, he had just been mad. Duo had been working on a coloring book, lying on the floor in the bathroom as his mother washed the windows in her bedroom. His father had come storming in, flustered about something he and Duo�s mother had been arguing about. He had been drunk, even way back then, Duo had been able to recognize the smell on his breath. He had grabbed Duo by the wrist and flung him into the mirror.

More than anything, Duo remembered the sound of shattering glass and the feeling of the shards burying themselves through his shirt and into his back. He remembered screaming and falling to the floor, thankfully on his stomach and not his wounded back. His father had stormed out as instantly as he had stormed in, his rage appeased by Duo�s cry of pain. He had learned later that his father had left the house, had taken the car, and had gone who knew where, so when his mother came running in, sobbing at the sight of shards of glass sticking out of her child�s back, she couldn�t have taken him to the hospital. They couldn�t have afforded an ambulance visit, either, and Duo�s wounds hadn�t been so severe that it would have warranted that.

It had hurt more than when his dad hit him and all his mom had been able to do was pull out the shards, disinfect them, and bandage them as best as she could. The glass shards had been small enough that they hadn�t left any scars, but he had bled a lot and any movement hurt. He had cried through it all, but the memory wasn�t entirely horrible. His mother had put him to bed after cleaning him up and had lied down with him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, as though she thought she could protect him against the world. He remembered, quite vividly, the feeling of her larger, but soft body surrounding him, sheltering him, and the sound of her voice singing him to sleep.

He remembered feeling safe when he really shouldn�t have. If his father had come back for him, his mother wouldn�t have been able to do much to save him. He knew that know, but the thought had never occurred to him when he had been a child. The twin wearing the soaked jeans put his hand on Duo�s chest, massaging him a little. Soap slid down his stomach and back, pooling underneath his ass and dripping down the crack there. The hands were large and gentle and, for some reason that he couldn�t understand, they reminded him of that feeling of safety that his mother had given him. They felt familiar, almost. And that feeling of being safe and loved was so welcome and unusual to him that it was hard to think that it was wrong, comparing a boy that was attacking him to his mother.

Once the chestnut haired boy was completely slick with soap and his skin was clean of sweat and cum, Quatre pushed him up against the tiled wall, enjoying the wide eyed look their prey was giving him. He grabbed Duo�s right thigh and pushed his leg up until he could see every inch of him. His puckered entrance was pink and tight. It twitched as Quatre stared intently at it, as though it knew it was being studied. The blush on Duo�s face intensified by the twin�s intense stare. Quatre licked his lips. Oh, he was definitely calling dibs here. The hole was slick from the shampoo, but it wasn�t enough. Quatre slid two fingers beneath his balls, slipping them up until they were pressed against the delicate hole. Duo, feeling that pressure, thrashed against Quatre.

�Don�t touch me there!� he nearly screamed.

They didn�t just want to bully him or molest him, he realized sickly, they were going to full out rape him. He didn�t know a whole lot about gay sex, but he knew enough to know why this boy was touching his ass. How could anyone let a man put their� their cock up their ass?! It had to hurt like hell and it couldn�t feel good�

�Oh, but I have to,� Quatre purred, �And I think it wants to be touched��

Duo shook his head. He wasn�t a girl. It wasn�t in his nature to be penetrated, right? That was what the Bible said, anyway. His fear made his heart hurt again. Sister Helen�s lectures about sodomy and gay men being evil filled his mind.

�Men can�t have sex with each other!� he yelled in protest.

�I thought we already went through this,� that hateful voice returned, sounding cheery, �Being gay isn�t evil just because Sister Helen says it is, remember? Or, are you just afraid that it might feel good?�

No! No, he wasn�t afraid of that at all! This was wrong! He was a boy, he couldn�t procreate and there was no reason for it to feel good! Maybe gay people weren�t evil, but this couldn�t be right, it couldn�t be pleasurable! Even if that light pressure did feel sort of good, a guy� fucking him couldn�t be anything but painful! Quatre grinned down at him, rubbing his fingers back and forth over Duo�s hole.

�Sweetie,� he smirked, �You are so wrong.�

Duo thrashed again, pulling wildly at the rope binding him, but it held and Heero quickly pinned the boy against the wall. Heero slipped his finger to where Quatre�s was and continued the rubbing motion with his finger until it was coated in soap. Duo�s violet eyes widened and he gasped out wordlessly as he felt that finger slide inside him. It was strange, beyond anything that the twins had done to him so far. There was something inside of him� something that definitely didn�t belong there, but it didn�t hurt. It felt weird, his anal muscles parting just a little bit, but there was no pain. Actually� it didn�t feel all that bad, he just wasn�t used to it� His eyes widened even more as he felt his cock respond to the intrusion, growing harder by the second. There had to be a limit to this� to his arousal and to finding out that he didn�t dislike the assaults these two were forcing on him.

Heero slid his finger out of Duo slowly, only to fill him again, repeating this motion several times. Duo�s eyes watered at the strange feeling of it. This shouldn�t feel good. There was absolutely no reason why he should be enjoying having a guy�s finger up his ass, but it was making him hard and aching for more. As Heero shifted forward, Duo�s leg bent over his shoulder. From under his bare leg, Duo could feel the strong muscles in that shoulder and for some reason, it interested him. The boy wasn�t all that much older than Duo was, but he seemed so sure of himself. His masculine strength comforted Duo. The older teenager just exuded confidence and control. He was the sort of boy that no adult could dominate.

He was bigger than Duo was, stronger, and that should have scared Duo, but his surety and gentle touch made Duo feel� well, safe and soothed. This person could hurt him, like his father had hurt him. If he was so eager to fuck him, just for that alone, he could rip up his insides, but the finger inside of him was stroking and stretching instead of injuring. Duo remembered his tongue on his cock, how much care he had put into making Duo climax. It was comforting, realizing that this person who was raping him wasn�t actually trying to hurt him. It was wrong, what he was doing, taking something that Duo hadn�t given freely, but it could be so much worse, right? Feeling that strength, coupled with the care that the boy was taking made Duo feel even more aroused. He was going to hell, he was sure, but Duo realized that he didn�t hate this person nearly as much as he should.

Heero almost groaned as his finger slipped inside the pale boy. His inner muscles felt soft, like silk, and were wet from the soap. He was insanely tight, telling Heero even better than the boy�s personality that he was a virgin. His own cock felt harder as he thought about what it would be like to sink into that silken channel. It would wrap around his dick, so tight and hot� His anal muscles were already clamped down on him and he knew that he would have to work them extra well, especially since the kid had never had anything up here, not even a finger. If they weren�t careful, they could hurt him, and not in a fun way, either. He pulled his finger out, lathered it with more soap, and sunk it in again, hearing the long haired boy moan loudly as he did so. He nuzzled his nose against his shoulder.

�You really are a virgin, huh?� Heero teased, �This is your lucky day, then.�

Just the thought of this sweet ass never being pummeled unless they had come along was painful to him, especially since the boy had been so responsive so far. There was nothing sadder than a sexy boy living the life of a hermit, just sitting around, waiting for some pretty girl, when they should be spreading their legs for the right guy, not some dumb chick. Duo blushed at Heero�s words, feeling incredibly embarrassed, but not because his finger was inside of him.

�What if he�s unsatisfied with me?� the stray thought came, �I�m a virgin, I have the sexual experience of a five year old� What could a guy like him possibly find sexually appealing about a guy like me? Even if he has sex with me, he�s just going to find me boring, my body bland and distasteful.�

His heart twisted in his chest, an intense pain filling him and dizziness overwhelming him at the thought of being unsatisfactory to these twins. It was like before, standing up in class and worrying about being a disappointment. But these two weren�t his family, weren�t the people he loved, and yet, he felt a deep anxiety about displeasing them, about not being good enough. He wanted them to look at him and find him attractive, he wanted to turn him on like they had turned him on. Even if that was wrong, that he really was like a child to them made him feel panicked. His heart hurt like it had before in class.

It was ridiculous, he thought to himself. Here he was, about to be raped, and the thing that was going to cause him to have heart failure wasn�t the assault but not being good enough for his rapists. There was something seriously wrong with him. Why should he care? He should want to dissatisfy them, it would serve them right for attacking him just because he was small and weak! That was all this was, a pair of wolves going after a defenseless baby rabbit! They weren�t attracted to him, he was just a convenient lay. That thought filled him with a sadness that hurt his heart in a completely different way. He felt like he was going to cry.

Duo was torn from his depressing thoughts as he felt the boy in the jeans slide another finger into him. His asshole was stretched further and he gritted his teeth at the feeling of it. Again, it didn�t hurt like he had assumed it would, and the way the fingers inside of him were swirling around, rubbing against the fragile ring of muscles at the opening was nice. It kind of felt like it had when the same boy had swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. He had had no idea that the same kind of motion in your ass could feel good!

Heero dug his two fingers in further, thrusting them in and out. He could feel the boy�s muscles starting to loosen up, which meant that the kid was relaxing enough, emotionally, for what they wanted to do to him. He nodded to his brother, who stood up and walked back to the lockers, though Duo didn�t notice him leaving. His entire attention was on the boy who was moving his fingers in and out of him. He groaned in annoyance when he felt the boy pull his fingers out. It had just started to feel really good, the caresses awakening nerve endings that had never actually been used like this. There was still a small part of his mind that was protesting all of this, screaming that this was perverted and filthy, but Duo�s body was starting to affect his mind, begging him to just relax so it could feel more pleasure.

Heero smirked as he watched the pale boy's expression. He was finally starting to get into it. He was still fighting what he was feeling, but Heero knew that they now had the upper hand. Liking a blow job was one thing, but not that all gay men enjoyed anal play, yet this kid looked just as aroused by his fingers up his ass as his tongue on his cock. Heero eyed the handle of the jump rope that was pooled on the floor. It was already wet with water and soap, but as he picked it up, he lathered it further, then slowly and gently pressed it to the boy's loosening entrance. It slid in just an inch, then the muscles there tightened up, not wanting it inside. The handle was only as thick as two and a half of Heero's fingers, but it was made of hard wood, not soft, flexible flesh and didn't want to slip in like his fingers had. He watched as Duo's eyes widened again and stared at him in shock.

It felt weirder than just the fingers going inside of him. The handle spread his hole apart and he clenched around it. It created a gentle ache in him. Only a little part of it was in him, but he immediately started to fight against the strangeness of it. It felt violating and yet his cock was throbbing at the feeling. He couldn't understand it. Then, the boy started to twist it inside of him, his muscles loosening up enough for him to slide the entirety of it inside of him. Duo shuddered at the feeling of something hard and unyielding sliding into a very intimate part of his body.

�Please take it out,� he begged, on the verge of tears, �It doesn't feel right, please.�

His back arched and his words got caught in his throat as the boy slid the handle out, only to thrust it back in. Duo's muscles spasmed around it, not used to having this kind of intrusion. Heero continued to fuck him with the handle, watching with interest as the muscles stretched and loosened around it.

�Ssh,� he tried to soothe as he moved it in and out, in and out, slowly and carefully.

He pressed his lips to Duo's pale neck, kissing him lightly, then moved up his neck, kissing as he went, until he reached Duo's ear, then nipped the lobe, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. Feeling the gentle kisses, Duo started to relax. He didn't mind this part at all. This boy could kiss him as many times as he wanted... he just wished that his ass didn't feel so... so hot and intense. As he started to relax, the ache settled, too, and all Duo could understand was how good the handle felt inside of him. For all of its strangeness, it still didn't actually hurt. As the older boy moved it back and forth inside of him, it rubbed his inner walls, making a fire inside of his gut. He vaguely realized that he had stopped protesting and had started to moan. His balls felt tight and his cock was dripping again.

The handle started to move faster and faster inside of him and Duo had stopped caring about how hard it was or that he shouldn't be enjoying this. He was going to come again, he realized, feeling it in his balls, how tight and warm everything was. Was there a limit to this, or would he continue to get hard and climax forever? Would that really be such a bad thing? When he came, he didn't think. All he could feel were those hands on him, his seed shooting out of him and that incredible intensity. With every thrust of the length of wood, Duo could feel himself getting closer and closer... he was going to come and it was going to feel so good... he would feel tired afterwards and he knew he was wearing himself thin, but he didn't care. He wanted to feel that release again...

Something tightened around his drenched, throbbing cock and his orgasm was suddenly cut off. Duo opened his eyes and stared down, numbly, at himself. The boy had wrapped the slack of the jump rope around his balls and the base of his cock. It was tight, almost painful, and Duo squirmed, wanting it off of him. He looked at the blue eyed boy in question, not understand what he was doing.

�That will keep you from coming. I want you to be awake when I fuck you,� Heero said with an amused grin.

Duo felt betrayed. These brothers had shown him how good his body could feel, and now they were taking that away? And wouldn't not climaxing hurt? Heero touched his cheek lightly.

�Don't worry, we aren't evil. You'll come on our terms, eventually, and when you do, I promise, it'll feel amazing,� he vowed.

Duo wasn't sure why, but he trusted his promise. He shouldn't. He didn't even know this boy's name, but he nodded. Quatre returned from the lockers, holding a bottle of lube in one hand and a wooden instrument in the other. Shampoo was all well and good, but he and Heero weren't small and considering that this kid was a virgin, lube was a safe bet, unless they wanted to hurt him. The baton was one that the gymnastics team often used. It was shaped almost like a miniature baseball bat with a thin handle, while the other end was fat and rounded. It was twice as big as the jump rope's handle, but still smaller than they were. It would help stretch him further. Quatre felt a thrill of excitement as he approached their prey, who looking at the baton like it was something straight from hell.

�You're... you're not going to put that in me, right?� Duo asked in disbelief.

To him, even compared to the handle that was inside of him, the baton looked huge, but Quatre laughed at his nervousness.

�I'm bigger,� Quatre boasted with a cruel smirk that made Duo go pale.

Quatre switched places with Heero and yanked the handle out of Duo, who groaned even as he watched the baton with fear. There was no way they could be serious, Duo decided. There was no way something like that could go inside of him!

�Please don't,� he pleaded.

�Hush,� Quatre ordered and poured a liberal amount of lube on the baton.

He gave a sharp tug on the rope restraining Duo's genitals, distracting the smaller boy as the rope pulled and tightened around his balls, tugging them upward. Duo made a strange, keening whine at the feeling, which wasn�t entirely unpleasant. Quatre pressed the fat head of the baton against the pale boy�s hole, keeping one hand on his flat stomach to keep him from moving around too much. His entrance was loose from Heero�s playing, but he still needed to use a little bit of force to get the hard, bowling pin shaped instrument to slip inside of him. He gave another tug of the rope at the same time that the baton started to slide inside. Every muscle in Duo�s lets tightened in protest as the large thing moved inside of him, inch by inch.

�Nnng,� Duo moaned in discomfort.

He felt a deep shock as he felt the thick thing enter him, much more easily than he had thought it would. There was a dull ache in his ass as it moved past the first, tight ring of muscle, but then it rubbed against his inner walls and a wave of pleasure hit him. Quatre poured more lube on the part of the baton that was sticking out of Duo and gave one more push, the baton sliding in the rest of the way easily.

�Ah!� Duo cried out as his anal muscles were stretched wide apart.

Despite himself, his legs spread apart widely and he continued to groan a little at the strange feeling of his ass being filled with something long and thick. It should hurt, every logical thought told him. Something this big should be hurting him, but it just ached a little. Quatre watched in fascination as their prey�s ass clenched down on the wooden instrument. He licked his lips. It looked amazingly erotic, the lube dripping out a little bit, and best of all, the boy was moaning like a bitch in heat, his eyes half lidded, instead of crying with pain or protesting the intrusion. The lube had helped a lot, making it easy for Quatre to move the baton in and out of him, slowly to make sure that he wasn�t hurting the pale boy. His cock was bright red and hard as a rock, despite being penetrated by something big and having orgasmed twice already.

Duo�s back arched as he felt the twin move the baton in and out of him. He hated the moans that escaped him, but he couldn�t control it. The fire inside of him was raging and, if the boy�s hand hadn�t been on his stomach, he would have been thrusting back onto the instrument, his body desperate for more stimulation.

�This is perversion,� the voice that sounded like Sister Helen protested, �You aren�t even enjoying the touch of a living person. You�re moaning like a whore over an inanimate object and being treated like some tramp!�

Duo knew that he should care about what that voice had to say, that he should find some reason why this was wrong or why he wasn�t a whore, but his body was singing with pleasure and he felt like he was going insane. When Quatre pulled the baton all the way out, only to slam it back in, Duo thought he saw stars. Was this sex, this wonderful, overwhelming feeling, like nothing in the world mattered but his nerve endings? No anxiety, no nightmares, no second guessing every, single one of his actions? Was this really so terrible? For once in his life, he wasn�t worried about his heart or his past. He couldn�t do a thing, just hang here and feel every little jolt, every little joy. What was so horrible about this that God saw it as a mortal sin? He saw the boy in the jeans watching him and at any other moment, he would have felt shame and embarrassment, would have wondered if he was thinking ill of him, but in that moment for some reason, he felt a thrill realizing that he was watching his brother doing this to him. And he looked far from disgusted. Heero smirked at him.

�So horny, just from being fucked from a piece of wood,� he teased the boy, enjoying the deep blush on his face from his words.

The wood continued to slip in and out of him at a brutal pace. Duo felt the pleasure fill him, coiling around his cock and nesting in his balls, making his entire body pound with desire. What did he want? To come again? No, it was more than that. He wanted something� something� was it to be fucked by a man, to want the thing that filled him to be hot and alive? Was that what this feeling was? The dull ache of penetration was long gone. His toes dug into the tiled floor for some kind of leverage, but there was none. As the minutes passed, just with the torture of being fucked by the baton over and over and over, Duo was making strange, small little noises, somewhere between happiness and begging. His fingers clenched around the rope, but he didn�t try to get free anymore. There was something about the way that he was tied up that was pleasant right now, and Duo�s mind was too messed up to even think about any of it. When the baton was pulled out, Duo felt an ache in his gut, feeling oddly empty inside.

Quatre�s hands felt hot on Duo�s skin as he pulled him away from the wall enough for Heero to sit there and he rearranged Duo so he was sitting in Heero�s lap. Heero unzipped his jeans, taking out his cock. Duo blushed even hotter as he felt the hard organ press against his naked back. It felt strangely good, lying back on that strong chest, the legs that were pressed against his own felt muscled, even through the jeans. There was a slit on the front of Quatre�s gym shorts, like the slit on a pair of boxers, and he took his dick out as well, sighing in relief as his cock was finally let loose from the prison of his clothes.

Duo realized that neither one of them were wearing any underwear. His eyes went round as he took in the sight of Quatre�s hard dick. He had been right, it was bigger than the baton by a least an inch and it was long, too. It was longer than Duo�s was and certainly longer than the baton. It looked as red and aching as Duo�s own erection, the end dripping. The other brother�s cock felt at least that big, maybe bigger. Seeing how big the blonde�s was, he had no idea if the brunette�s was really as thick as it felt, but there was some part of himself that got excited by that idea.

�You want first or second?� Quatre asked as he wrapped his hand around his own cock, stroking it slowly, happy to finally be able to touch the aching erection.

Heero arched a dark brown eyebrow. His brother wasn�t usually so accommodating. They had had to play rock, papers, scissors to decide who would take Wufei first, who had been a virgin at a time. When Heero had won (Quatre had always used scissors from when they were little kids), Quatre had been sullen about it for weeks. Now, Quatre had the right to take this one�s virginity, and he was offering Heero the chance. Weird. Heero smirked from over their captor�s shoulder, who was getting the impression that he was a cut choice of meat being bargained over.

�Second,� Heero said, pressing his lips to the boy�s soapy, but still slightly salty skin of his left shoulder blade, �Unlike you, I enjoy sloppy seconds,� he nipped the skin he had just kissed, the shorter boy making a small noise at the light feeling of teeth, �He�ll be wet, loose, and�� Heero pinched Duo�s nipple, making him moan softly, �unbelievably horny. Best of all,� he grinned arrogantly at his brother, �I�ll be responsible for his last orgasm.�

Quatre mock pouted at him.

�I don�t know if you�re being sacrificing or selfish,� he whined.

Quatre quickly dropped the act, smirking to himself at the thought of being the first to stuff his cock into that perfect, milky white ass. His dick throbbed with the mere mental image of it. He grabbed Duo�s legs and pushed them back. Heero hooked his hands around Duo�s thighs, keeping his legs up, his ass exposed, and his thighs wide apart. Duo felt completely exposed as his legs were pushed to his stomach and his ass was tilted upwards a little, his back against the other boy�s stomach and groin. Duo realized that the blonde boy could see every inch of him in this vulnerable position and he should feel ashamed about that, but his heart rate only sped up and he didn�t feel the overwhelming urge to hide himself. He couldn�t anyway.

Quatre admired the chestnut patch of pubic hair that framed his long erection. It was thin and sparse, like spun silk instead of thick and coarse. The hair was only on that area above his genitals, his cock and balls themselves were hairless. His underarms were only smooth, pale skin, too. Maybe puberty hadn�t hit very hard, yet, or this boy was one of the rare ones that would never grow a lot of hair down here. Quatre hoped so. It was cute. And there was more silken, white skin to touch.

He ran his fingers through the pubic hair, the shimmering gold streaks in it fascinating him. It was as attractive and soft as the hair on the boy�s head, more like fur than the way pubic hair usually felt. He buried his nose in it, the area smelling thickly of soap and just slightly of musk, Duo�s cock pressing against his cheek. This time, Duo was embarrassed. He had always hated the hair down there, how it made him feel like a little kid who was almost hairless, so to have a guy admire it like that was weird to him.

Quatre suddenly grabbed both his butt cheeks, squeezing them harshly, as hard as he could, leaving red marks in the shapes of his fingers, though he was careful not to make that fair skin bruise. He was a sadist, not an asshole. As he squeezed those deliciously soft, pliant globes, he spread them apart harshly. The boy�s hole was slightly stretched, but still looked tight and pretty, a nice pink color. Duo moaned at how rough the boy was being with him, then felt shocked at his excitement. Why did he like this? He could understand the stroking and his love for how gentle the other brother had been with him, but why this? Why this almost violence?

Quatre heard the moan, too, and paused. He shared an astonished look with his brother. Was the boy moaning because he had grabbed his ass, or, was it possible that he liked it when they were rough? He almost licked his lips in anticipation, feeling as though he might drool with that possibility. After awhile, they had managed to teach Zechs to like being spanked. Trowa liked pretty much anything they had done to him, but mostly because of his feelings for Quatre. Wufei had never really enjoyed the rough stuff. If this boy actually liked pain all on his own� that would be like the holy grail for Quatre. Experimentally, he spanked the boy�s right butt cheek, hard, relishing in the sound and the feeling of striking the soft skin just enough to cause a burning pain, the white flesh turning a pleasing red. His fingers closed around the round globe and he squeezed it again, feeling the heated skin.

Duo gave out a strangled cry at the blow, but it was in pleasure instead of pain. He felt the heat of it radiate from his buttock to his spine, leaving little pinpricks of sensation. He didn�t know what shocked him more, that the pale eyed boy had struck him there or that it felt� kind of good. The pain was like blossoming warmth, familiar and strange at the same time. Comforting and intense. The sensation made him horny, his cock aching from the sensation.

�Who would have thought it? That a meek little boy like you is a pain slut!� Quatre exclaimed, half teasing and half in joy.

Duo�s fear of him, his submission forgotten as doubt, shame, and anger filled him.

�I�m not!� he snapped.

He didn�t really get what a pain slut was, but he could put two and two together. That, and it just sounded insulting. He didn�t like pain! He couldn�t! After everything his father had done to him, the punches, kicks, and slaps, breaking his arms and his leg, his ribs, his heart� �Cardiomyopathy� his ass. He hadn�t been born with a bad heart. His father had just broken it so much, like a bone that had never set correctly, it had never really healed. His suicide had seen to that. There was no way that he could like getting hit, even if it wasn�t like how his father had hit! He wasn�t that sick, that twisted. His mother hadn�t died trying to protect him from his father�s abuse just for him to enjoy someone else�s!

His heart strained to beat, starting to slow again. He tried to deny it, but he couldn�t. He felt tears brimming in his eyes. He had liked it. His desire, which, despite his denial and anger at himself, hadn�t died, told him that. He had liked the blow, had liked the rough treatment. Shame twisted around his heart. He felt the other twin whose lap he was sitting on nuzzle against the side of his face.

�You�re getting more and more interesting by the minute,� he murmured.

There was something in that soft voice, the gentleness and, could that possibly be affection? There was something in that, that made the shame seem far away. He felt the fingers that were still keeping his legs pinned to his stomach stay in place, but the tips stroked his quivering skin, comforting him like you would a skittish horse. The pain in his chest eased again. Duo wished he could bottle whatever spell these two had put on him. Never in his life had his heart made these leaps between panic and stability. Duo froze as he felt the other boy shift forward and the fat head of his impressive erection pressed against his asshole. His sexual desire flared to life in a raging fire. The part of him that had reveled in feeling the baton inside of his body pleaded silently for that cock to thrust into him, to allow him to see how wonderful that would feel.

�Stop, stop, stop! Stop him right now!� that voice that sounded like Sister Helen screamed at him.

It was the same voice that always had something to say when he was in the middle of an attack, when he was feeling ashamed, when he was doubting himself and wishing that someone would come along and just tell him what to do. He hated that voice and when he hated it, he hated himself because it sounded so much like his motherly nun. Hearing it yelling at him about something that made his penis excited between his legs made him angrier for some reason. He snapped.

�Shut up!� he screamed back at the voice childishly, not really realizing what he was doing or thinking, just acting on his feelings, �Can�t you let me be happy for once in my life?!�

Quatre pressed further and gave out a low moan as he cock slipped inside of their prey�s still lubed ass. He closed his eyes in bliss. Heero was going to love this. Despite their attempts to loosen him up, he was deliciously tight. It was like slipping into the purest, most expensive silk, moist from the lube. Those inner muscles clenched him at the shock of his swift thrust, stroking his cock better than any hand. He and Trowa had sex daily, but he still felt overwhelmed about the feeling he got when he was fucking a new toy. He couldn�t imagine how Heero would feel, since he hadn�t had sex like this since the end of the school year last year.

Duo made a sharp whimpering noise as he felt the boy�s thick, hot cock enter him and tossed his head back against the other brother�s shoulder. His toes curled up tightly, unable to move his legs apart or closed. He panted harshly, feeling overwhelmed as the rod sunk deeply into him. The cock, wet from pre-cum, felt completely different from the baton, made of cold, unfeeling wood. The erection�s flesh was soft, but it was bigger and longer than the baton had be, reaching farther inside of him, deeper than he had thought possible. There was pain as it entered him, but he had stopped caring about that at some point. This didn�t hurt, not like how he had always thought it would. It felt wonderful. It was the strangest sensation possible, the little hole below his balls stretched out by the cock of another man, but Duo wanted to jerk his hips downwards, to feel more of it.

Duo squirmed, rubbing against Heero who was enjoying how warm Duo�s body felt on his lap. The younger boy was making interesting, strained sounds of pleasure, his legs shaking in his grip. Heero stroked his hair with his cheek and pressed his lips against his throat, wanting to feel his pulse, which Heero knew would be racing. Hearing it would give him a feeling of power and wonder. He pulled the boy�s legs up higher and tighter until his knees were brushing against his nipples, making the boy�s cries grow louder. Heero used those knees since he couldn�t fondle them while he was keeping the boy�s legs restrained. He frowned as he couldn�t find Duo�s heart beat and used his lips to search for one of the veins straining in his neck. Even when he finally found it, it took him several seconds to find any pulse at all. It was there, but it was faint for some reason.

That prickled Heero, reminding him of a memory from his childhood, of playing games like this with his mother, pressing his fingers against his neck to find his pulse. He remembered how his mother had told him that he and Quatre were special, because their heart beats were always equal. He remembered pressing his fingers to his mother�s wrist, trying to find her pulse, too. He remembered feeling disappointed when he couldn�t find it. His mother had told him to keep listening, very, very hard, because her heart was there, it was just speaking softly. He had found out later that that was because of her weakened heart condition. He discarded the memory as he felt the pale boy pressing back against him as Quatre started to thrust into him.

The cock thrust in and out of Duo�s ass violently, reminding him of a rutting dog. It sent large jolts of pleasure running through him like electrical currents. The intense pleasure mixed with the pain of violent sex, making the pleasure feel even more incredible, all mixed up with sensations that Duo would never be able to give a name to. Suddenly, the wonderful length struck something inside of him and white light filled his vision. He was vaguely aware of crying out, begging for something wordlessly with his moans and cries. His whole body went tight as pleasure as bright as the light shot through him. He knew, without any doubt, that if it weren�t for the rope wrapped around him, he would have come hard.

His hips gave a vain jerk and he groaned, his back arching. He cried out again and again as the cock pistoned in and out of him, hitting that miraculous spot each time, making Duo loose all sense of everything else but the feeling of hard flesh moving inside of him. He wanted to come, so very badly. How could you want something so badly when, hours before, you hadn�t even been aware that it had existed? But he couldn�t� he was in Hell, he had to be in Hell�

Quatre gritted his teeth and thrust inside of Duo harder and faster. His channel was spasming around him and after several minutes of this pace, he knew that he wasn�t going to last much longer. He cherished the expression on their prey�s face, deep longing mixed with the agony of not being able to come himself, his eyes staring out blankly, his skin a dark red from exertion. His cock pushed against Quatre�s stomach as his weight pushed down him, rubbing pre-cum on his shirt. Quatre�s knees were chaffing from his harsh movements against the tiles, but he didn�t care. All he cared about was that expression, knowing that he was driving the boy crazy, and his own pleasure of course. He gave out a sharp noise as he finally stopped denying himself his release.

Duo winced as he felt the blonde boy climax and hot cum filled his ass. Because the other boy had his legs lifted up, the semen didn�t drip out of him, but he could feel it sliding deeper inside. It wasn�t an entirely gross sensation, but the cum was thick and made his stomach feel warm. He could feel the cock inside of his twitching as it filled him, then started to soften. As the boy pulled out of him, not a drop of seed escaped. Suddenly, his legs were released and strong arms were wrapping around his stomach, making him sit directly on the other boy�s lap, then he was filled with something hard and hot again, but this time, though not as long as the blonde�s, thicker, spreading him apart even further.

�Agh!� Duo cried out, his thighs quaking like a baby deer and he squirmed as that thick cock slid completely inside of him.

He could feel the cum inside start to slip down, but the cock was so thick that only a tiny bit dripped out of him, the rest trapped inside. After the brutal fucking the other boy had put him through, his ass was almost numb and he felt no pain as the blonde�s brother penetrated him. Now that his legs were free, Duo could move, but felt as though his strength had left him. It was kind of nice, actually. He had lived most of his life in fear, pain, and self-disgust, and in all that time, he had never felt this good.

His ass was stretched wide and his cock was starting to hurt, but he loved it. He wanted this boy to fuck him like his brother had, long and hard, his entire attention on him. Maybe that was it. That feeling of being attended to, being cared for sexually was intoxicating for a person who had always lived in the shadows and had thought of himself as insignificant. These two were handsome and strong, but they were putting so much effort into him. In a matter of minutes, they had taken all of his control and power away from him, but along with that power had gone his anxiety. He didn�t have to do anything but feel good and if they hurt him, it wasn�t his fault because he had no control over the situation. It was both a turn on and a relief.

When Heero started to move inside of him, Duo moaned louder than he had before, losing all care about his voice carrying or trying to hide how good he was feeling. He didn�t care. Maybe he would, later. Maybe he would hate himself. Maybe he would disgust himself. But right now, he felt like a different person, and that was just fine with him. This twin was different than the other one, and not just because his cock was shorter and fatter. His thrusts were slow and gentle. When he slid back into him, Duo could feel each inch of his dick, and that was even more painful and agonizing than the other brother�s harsh, animalistic mating. There was a fog covering his brain and he felt like he was drugged as he thrust down to meet the wonderful length.

Heero panted against Duo�s neck, tightening his hold around his stomach. This was incredible. He was incredible. So tight and hot� he could feel his brother�s seed sliding down his cock and the pale boy�s anal muscles surrounding him like a warm vice. It had been too long since he had fucked anyone like this and as much as he wanted to torture him, Heero found it hard to not listen to what his body wanted to do. He slid his cock in and out of the tight sheath, listening to Duo�s various moans and cries as the fire inside of him grew and grew. Heero wondered what his cock looked like right now. It had to have been almost an hour since they had first tied him up, maybe a half an hour since he had tied the rope around his cock.

Minutes passed with just Heero thrusting his cock up, then pulling back out, as slowly as he could without driving himself mad. The boy was thrusting back against him regularly now, completely lost in lust. With an almost cruel grin, Heero pulled out against until only the very tip of his cock was inside, then with brutal force, slammed it back in, aiming for the boy�s prostate.

�Aaah, ahhh!� Duo nearly screamed, his body going tight at the sudden rush of pleasure

He tossed his head back, his back arching again, but this time almost to the point that it hurt, his silky hair brushing Heero�s cheek. He felt large hands caressing his flat stomach and every touch created a blinding heat. Heero continued to play with him in this way, thrusting long and slow, then striking that special spot inside of him, making him scream. He felt a little insane, himself, his body begging him to just come, but the tightness and heat of the little chestnut haired boy was addicting. He could fuck him forever, he thought. But, he had made a promise to their new found prey that he would release him, eventually. He met Quatre�s heated stare and he nodded to him.

Heero reached down to Duo�s cock and untied the rope at the same time that Quatre untied his from the knob. Duo gasped as he felt his genitals being released from the tight grip. His arms fell down, too, but he didn�t pay them any attention. That he was loose and could fight back if he wanted to didn�t even occur to him. A second later, Heero�s cock struck his prostate again and Duo came, his cum splattering on the tiled floor, only for the water to take it to the drain, as though it had never happened. Duo�s eyes rolled back in his head and he couldn�t even scream or moan at the explosive orgasm, stronger than the others had been. Blackness prickled at his vision, exhaustion overwhelming him and his entire body shaking as his nerves felt like they were exploding.

Heero gasped as he felt the violet eyed boy�s inside tighten around him so hard, it hurt, but a nice kind of hurt. He came seconds after Duo did, filling him with a second load of cum, his hips jerking as he poured his seed and saw the same white lights that Duo had. He bit down on Duo�s neck, stifling his groans, but had enough sense left not to bite so deep that he would make him bleed, just enough to mark him. He felt himself start to soften, but didn�t care, continuing to thrust, his body wanting more, until his orgasm ebbed away.

When Heero regained control over himself, he found Duo still in his tight hold. Duo continued to pant, but his breaths were starting to become soft. His tiredness overwhelmed him, making him forget where he was and who he was with. It didn�t matter anymore. His heart was racing hard and fast, making his chest hurt a little, but it wasn�t like a panic attack. It was more like his heart hurt from overuse, which he supposed was just as bad, but he was used to it failing after becoming anxious, and didn�t pay it much mind. Sleep swept over him and the last thing Duo knew before he let it claim him was the feeling of the boy in the jeans cradling his warm body to his chest. He snuggled against it, liking the feeling of his masculine form sheltering him.

�Wow,� Quatre said in amazement as Duo fell limp in his brother�s careful grasp, �I think you made him black out.�

Heero snorted at him. The second he had come back to himself, he had felt the boy losing all strength. In that moment, instead of a deep pride for making him faint with pleasure, he had felt worried that he might fall and hit his head. He had gathered him up like a little child against him, slipping out of him carefully. Beyond his exhaustion, the boy seemed fine, and Heero allowed him to feel that pride. He felt his cum, mixed with his brother�s, drip out of the long haired boy and onto his jeans, staining them. That was fine. He had another change of clothes and it was kind of an erotic sensation.

Quatre smiled warmly at Heero while his brother was too busy examining their new toy to see him. In their entire lives, he had never seen his brother this affectionate with another person, besides himself and their mother. Maybe this was a good sign. Heero had been gentle with him, more so than he usually was with their conquests, even taking in account that they had taken it easy with this one because of his shyness and virginity.

Heero slipped two fingers inside of Duo�s stretched anus, checking to see if they had hurt him. By the time they had fucked the kid, they had both been hard up and hadn�t been as careful as they could have been. Duo moaned in his sleep, but didn�t wake up. A ton of cum poured out of him and onto Heero�s hands, but it was pure white, not mixed with red or pink. Heero breathed in relief and enjoyed the feeling of those warm, lax muscles around his fingers before pulling out. The kid was going to be sore as hell when he woke up.

�Um, Heero,� Quatre pointed downwards.

Heero shifted Duo a little in his lap and looked down at his groin. In his astonishment, the boy�s cock had risen, just a tiny bit. Not enough that it required any attention, but still amazing given he had come three times in an hour, maybe less.

�Just from that?� Heero murmured in shock.

Quatre grinned. Just getting hard from two fingers up his butt, while he was asleep, no less� the little bunny was full of surprises.

�Maybe our new slave is as insatiable as we are,� he said with a predatory smirk.

Heero shook his head, but was smiling. This boy was so different from the others, even Trowa. He was completely innocent, barely getting what a blow job was, but also intensely passionate, once he got into the mood of things. That was the trick of it, getting past those barriers of his. Still, Heero felt completely enamored by him, something that definitely didn�t come easily for him. Every inch of him wanted to fuck him again, to hear those pretty little moans, but knew that wasn�t a good idea. The first couple of times, they would have to go slow, at least until the boy became willing.

�So, what do you think?� Quatre asked as he approached them holding a washcloth, ready to help Heero clean Duo up.

Heero smiled at him.

�He�s perfect.�
　

End Chapter 3
Well, that�s it for now. I want to thank again everyone who�s reviewed. I�m going to work on The Road to Kindness for awhile, but I will be working on this story continuously, too.
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