Claimed: bent or broken??

I finally updated!! Sorry it took so long.. motherhood has been keeping me busier than hell. Not that many people would miss this story if I suddenly decided it wasn't worth my time. To the few people who review and seem to care, thank you. You are the only reason i keep writing this on a barely there schedule.


Now on to the fic. *smirks*

Chapter 9



His body shook with the effort it took not to scream, or beg for mercy. Burning trails covered most of his body where one or more of his tormentors had whipped him. His lip was bleeding, and he couldn’t feel a single spot that wasn’t bruised. Something too large plunging into his over-used hole made him choke on the flesh in his mouth. The reaction was violent. His body rebelled, stomach clenching hard to empty its vile contents. A rough hand- maybe a paw? – ripped his head away from the cock he was servicing, dumping him on the ground to twist and heave. Heero coughed and choked, trying to force air into his lungs to stabilize his trembling body. When his gut finally settled and he could breathe, he lay limply, feeling his muscles shake as his body borderlined into shock. He’d been blindfolded for the last hour, but didn’t dare remove the scrap of cloth. He wasn’t even sure his arms would respond enough to do that simple task.

Scales brushed along his skin, eliciting a half strangled whimper. He couldn’t do this anymore, he’d survived as much as he could, he just wasn’t able to take anymore from anyone... A hand cupped his cheek and a soft voice murmured near his ear. His master’s voice soothed him, calmed him enough that his muscles began to relax and tears to trickle down his cheeks. A whine escaped as he tried to nuzzle at his master’s hand.

“Easy, Heero. You’re safe, I swear. No more tonight, my pet. I promise.” Arms scooped him up and he felt himself being carried, taken away from this place of horrors. Wufei’s voice droned on. Heero’s barely conscious mind latched onto the sound, using it like a lifeline to stay sane and away from the impending darkness for just a few more moments. For some reason he didn’t want to let go until he heard his master’s affirmation, know that he had made his master proud. He’d been bad, but suffered through his punishment like a good slave. Was his master pleased with him yet? What else could he do to show that he understood, and accepted that he was Wufei’s? Would master let him show his respect, his affections? Could he prove his worth and devotion?

His body touched soft grass, and he couldn’t hold back the soft sounds of pain. Then soothing pulses of warmth washed over the aches and burns, the mostly raw skin, his stretched, sore, possibly torn anal cavity. The material covering his eyes was brushed away, thumbs tracing over his bruised cheekbones. Deep blue eyes opened and peered up into multi colored orbs for the first time since this whole dreadful session had begun.

“I’m sorry, Master Wufei.” His throat hurt from activity and the sounds were harsh and broken, but those four words hung heavy with sorrow and sincerity. “We’ll talk later, pet. For now relax and sleep.” Heero tried to speak, to plead with his master and apologize, but his vocal chords failed to produce the words. Wufei noticed the effort, though. “Relax. We’ll talk when you’ve healed some.” Fingers stroked over marred skin. “You pleased me, tonight. Even in all your pain you still followed everything I asked. I’m proud of you.” The words soothed some hurt Heero hadn’t acknowledged yet. He let the growing shadows sweep him away, trusting in his master to take care of him and get him safely home.

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The sharp click of boots on tile rang up the hallway. The sound was easy to track, but following it without making similar noise was difficult. The sounds stopped outside a keyed door, which beeped softly before unlocking. It was barely open before a shorter, firm body pushed Zechs Marquise into the room. The door swung closed and sealed with a muted click, only to rattle in its frame as the assailant was shoved back into it. Zechs flung himself away.

“Who are you-” The demand faltered. Soft violet eyes shimmered with mischief and defiance, and Zechs knew that look. He backed away a step before checking himself and standing his ground. “What are you doing here, Zero- Two?”

“You know why I’m here, Marquise.” Soft laughter decorated the words. “I wanted to know if you’re still hungry for me, if you need what I can offer you. OZ won’t be your life forever, you know.” He stalked forward during his little taunting, until Zechs backed away to keep a little distance between them. For some reason he felt that things would go out of control if he let the long- haired pilot touch him. “You would be gorgeous, tied up for me, Zechs.”

The words sent an involuntary shudder through his body as he was overwhelmed with how he would look, at this boy’s mercy. It was enough to distract him for the merest second- and Duo was against him, shoving his back against the wall, hands trapped and a knee wedged between his thighs. “You need this, don’t you, Zechs.” The mask came flying off to land somewhere in the room, leaving the way clear for lips to swoop in and savage his own. He retaliated, biting at the tongue that tried to plunder his oral cavity. Just because the pilot turned him on, didn’t mean he would submit to an enemy. It would be foolish, deadly, and damn, but the acknowledgment of that danger sent heat surging through Zechs’ body. Like most mecha pilots he was an adrenalin junky, and that carried over into a wide range of personal fields. He liked it when sex as a little rough, or kinky, or as a means to burn off the battle- lust.

It seemed that Duo had figured that little secret out.

“You want a fight?” Duo pulled away and smirked. It faltered for a second as his eyes swept over the newly revealed face, coming back with a rather more evil grin. “Well, well. Looky who we have here.” His knee drove up, hard into the toned stomach, doubling Zechs over. Fingers dug into the long platinum hair, yanking the head up even as the body collapsed to kneeling on the floor. “You know, Zechs, I see a lot of Relena on a regular basis. And as young as I seem, I do remember a certain bit of history. That mask hides so little, but it allows people to overlook you.” Zechs opened his eyes to glare up at Duo, knowing where this was heading. “You can hide nothing from me, Milliardo Peacecraft. Just like you can’t hide the hard erection straining your dress pants, or the hate in your eyes, glaring so fiercely.” He released Zechs and laughed quietly to himself.

“If you came here to fuck, then fine. But don’t play these games with me.” Zechs’ head snapped back and cheek flushed under the weight of Duo’s punch. The room spun for a minute and then Duo’s voice, colder than before, wove its way past the ringing fuzz in his brain.

“I do what I want, Zechs. And this isn’t a game.” He focused himself enough to watch in horror as Duo shed his humanity. “I take what I want, because nothing can resist me. No one will challenge me over my claims, and I’ve chosen to claim you. Soon, even OZ and peace won’t matter much to you.” The long thick neck twisted, popping the kinks out underneath the new, thin layer of fur. Flickering violet fought with grey and gold in his eyes. “Look your fill. You won’t get to do so again for a long time.”

Zechs couldn’t help but let his eyes sweep over the body before him. He noticed for the first time that Duo was barefoot, and those feet had expanded, changed inexplicably to paws, longer, wider than his feet had been. The sweatpants had shredded around his legs and waist, and hung in tatters, revealing creamy tan fur, and white towards his belly. The fur over his stomach and chest thinned out, showing skin, but the dusting was enough to show tones of white and tan. That semi- bareness continued to his shoulder, where an almost downy layer of tri-toned fur crept up his neck to his hairline. The jaw was distended, awkward in the mostly human face, canines longer, crushing, but sharper than a human’s. Pointed, alert ears poked above the loosened blond and cinnamon hair.

“What are you?” His voice came out thin, shocky- and as much as he despised the sound he couldn’t change it. This new side of the Gundam pilot scared him.

“I am Duo. I embrace the role and nickname of god of death. I am two things stuck in one body.” A rough tongue licked oddly shaped lips before flicking out and scraping along his cheek. “And I am the one you will call master.”

Zechs shuddered, but with dread or pleasure, he wasn’t quite certain. He didn’t think he wanted what the enemy pilot was suggesting, and the new body was far more than just unnerving, but something in him was interested. The sprightly teen acted far older than anyone his age, but it couldn’t have been just from the war. There was something attractive, dangerously alluring, really, about the furry body and smirking grin quirked around the fangs. Zechs shook himself at the realization.

He did not do animals- and declared such to the ‘animal’ before him.

He hadn’t anticipated the darkest, most vicious gleam to enter those extraordinary eyes, or the cruel clash of teeth inches from his nose, before something heavy and hard crushed against his skull and his vision faded to splashes of grey.

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A/N: this was short. but I felt it an appropriate cut point this time. i promise more smut eventually. And no, i haven't decided yet on what i'm going to do to Zechs. Thus i post now and spend the next who knows how long plotting more evilness to come. Please, do R&R...!!