To Lead

Title: To Lead
Author: UtopiaDoesn\'tExist
Claim: Treize Khushrenada
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Not a pairing as such, but OCs x 13. And implied 13x6.
Warnings: Graphic gang rape and very disturbing.
Summary: Insubordination taken to the extreme.

To Lead

The young soldier had been tremblingly apologetic when he\'d bumped into Treize, staring in incontinent horror at the wine stain on his jacket. Treize chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. What was Noin making of his soldiers these days? Oh well, having her as the archetypical mother figure worked well as often as it worked badly. For every recruit who still sucked his thumb at night there was one who\'d become just like Noin. Treize took off the jacket and folded it over his arm. It probably wouldn\'t stain and it certainly wasn\'t urgent but appearance was part of the whole thing. The words of a shabby, stained man wouldn\'t be accepted so readily so he excused himself. The spare jacket in his room at the training facility would be a little shabby but they wouldn\'t be able to smell him from the podium.

Had he left the door open? The key would only turn to lock it. Yes, Une had been harrying him about something or other. If she would simply realise her initiative was usually more than adequate he\'s have half as many things to oversee. He folded the dirty jacket up on his desk. Une would take it later. She wanted to be all things to him, even butler.

Honestly, this had been a terrible idea. Holding the conference here?

Soldiers, most soldiers, weren\'t meant for dinner parties. As evidenced by the state of his jacket. Yet at the time of planning he\'d been convinced it would humanise them. Though perhaps there inadequacy did more for that than he could have hoped, and he could claim he\'d foreseen it. After all, the colonists needed to see them not as the soulless thing that was the Enemy but as a selection of round, young faces.

He opened the door to the adjoining bedroom and fell face-down on the floor.

\"Ahhh...\"

A tripwire? And glass in front of it for when he steadied himself. Damn... In his palms. He stood up carefully. At least it hadn\'t managed to tear through his clothes. Expensive fabrics didn\'t only have sensual value. Now, to deal with the person hiding in his room. He pulled the glass out of his hands as he walked toward the curtains. It stung as much as he\'d expected it to but they hadn\'t dug far enough to cause any lasting damage.

He pulled the curtain back. Oh. Amusing. A mannequin. Well, at least he could dismiss this as a more malicious than usual prank.

That was until someone braced an arm across his chest and punched him in the kidney.

\"MMnf!\" he said, into the hand that clapped across his mouth.

Where did all these hands come from? He felt another on his shirt, someone on the small of his back. They must have been hiding under the bed or some other ingenious place. How could he have fallen for a decoy like that? Oh well. He flung his head back.

\"Argh! \'Christ. I think he broke my fucking nose.\"

\"Get over it. Hold him down.\"

Treize took the opportunity to exhale when the hand came away from his mouth. Just as they wanted him to. He tried to spit the pills out but another palm crushed them back into his mouth. He may have been able to hide them under his tongue or in his gums, if someone hadn\'t held his nose while someone else pushed them down his throat with their fingers. They gave him room to choke and retch.

How many of them were there? Enough to lift him up and drop him on the bed. He grabbed madly at the hands that seemed to be everywhere. While he was still alert, while whatever it was hadn\'t taken effect. Someone straddled his back to keep him held down. Blind panic was certainly not what was needed her, but it was hard to fight it... He looked up, trying to catch one of their faces. Hoods. They were wearing hoods. Hoods and familiar uniforms. His soldiers. His mouth was dry, somehow his focus wasn\'t what it should be.

\"What the hell are you doing?\" he snarled.

\"More pills?\" someone said.

\"Never mind. We don\'t need them.\"

Treize tried to turn on his side. If he could just get some room, he\'d be able to lash out. But they had more than compensated for that, pulling his arms apart and someone sitting on his feet as well now.

\"What do you want?\" Treize said.

One of the hooded men came into his field of vision and kneeled down in front of him.

\"Take an educated guess,\" he said.

Treize lifted up his head and bared his throat. \"You could have used the time-tested method of a balcony and a sniper rifle,\" he said. Still, there were worse ways to die than the one he was presenting them with.

\"Wrong.\"

\"Then the knife...\"

The man glanced down at the sheath. \"That\'s why I knew this had to be organised,\" he said. \"You\'re too tricky. But you\'re still wrong.\"

\"What did you give me?\"

\"Antihistamines. They shouldn\'t make you sleep, but they\'ll do the job. You,\" he said to someone over Treize\'s head. \"Go and lock the doors and close the curtains. You left the key in the lock, didn\'t you, Your Excellency?\"

There was the sound of someone crunching across the glass on the floor. The man in front of him withdrew the knife and passed it over him. Treize winced at the sound of tearing cloth, felt the knife tip travel down his spine like Zechs\' fingers.

\"Sleeves as well,\" the man in front of him said. \"I don\'t want a stitch left on him. And don\'t let go of his arms.\"

Treize turned his head to watch his shirt sleeve sliced open and the remainder of the whole thing pulled out from under him. He forced himself to keep still as they cut through his trousers as well.

\"You can\'t be serious,\" he said.

His breathing was steady, his voice calm. All for the appearance of things.

\"Stop this immediately and there\'ll be no need to involve the firing squad.\"

\"Trust me, I have no intention of being punished for this and you\'ll have no opportunity to do so.\"

Someone pulled off Treize\'s boots. They made an appalling sucking sound; his hands and feet had been sweating. That, he couldn\'t control.

\"Do you think what you do here will be without consequence? Is this really worth your career, worth the rest of your life?\"

\"How are you going to identify me, Sir?\"

Somehow there seemed to be even more hands than before, all running greedily over his body.

\"Do you think I\'m above having innocent men interrogated until I find one of you.\"

\"No. No, Sir, I don\'t.\"

\"And you\'re willing to allow that?\"

\"It would be horribly apathetic of me, wouldn\'t it?\"

Treize bucked, lurching up and sticking out his elbows. He managed to dislodge the man sitting on his back, he thought. But they were his soldiers. They knew what he was capable of and the had been prepared. Which made this whole situation all the more preposterous.

\"The antihistamines should make your body more relaxed,\" the man said. He nodded at the men restraining Treize. No.Treize used the leverage from the men getting off his lower half to surge forward. He had the hood of the man in front of him in his teeth for a second, but he tugged the bottom down before Treize had a chance to see. And the filthy bastards behind him had his legs now, pulled wide apart like his arms.

\"You can\'t.\"

\"Shsh, Sir.\"

\"Aaaagkk!\"

He wasn\'t ever going to have been expecting it but the feel somehow managed to go above and beyond the worst he\'d imagined. He shuffled forward on the bed, so the tip of the man\'s cock barely got to enter him.

\"Don\'t be obstinate, General Khushrenada.\"

The man placed a hand on Treize\'s head and shoved him back. The man behind him got a good grip on his hips this time and thrust into him carelessly. Treize scrambled around, trying to dig his chin into the mattress to get some purchase and slide off him again. Trying to free his legs so he could kick at someone.

\"You fuck like you\'ve never pleasured a woman in your life,\" Treize growled, when all of it failed.

\"Think we\'re doing this for the kicks?\" the man in front of him asked.

\"Nngh, tight,\" the man raping him groaned.

\"FUCK! Get OFF!\"

\"Language, Treize. You deserve everything you get here. And what\'s more when I\'ve explained, you\'ll agree with me. For the time being think of yourself as a convenient receptacle. It might help.\"

The man behind him stopped his rutting all of a sudden and pulled him back on his cock. Treize could tell from the feel that the motion had bruised him, rough as it was and as impossible as he found it to relax. Even so, he gave another spirited attempt at moving forward. The pressing need to get him off him, get him out of him drove him a couple of inches but not far enough. The man\'s sperm was hot inside him, the most unpleasant sensation he could ever have anticipated. Worse than grazing his shins on a barbed wire fence or trying to breathe through mud and shit when he couldn\'t make the last push-up. Added to that the ugly, shallow moans and the drained cock remaining where it was.

\"...Off.\"

The man in front of him nodded to someone else.

\"My brother was nineteen when he enrolled in the Academy,\" he said. \"I enrolled a couple of years later when I was fifteen.\"

Another cock slid into Treize\'s slick ass. This one was less fumbling, pounding hurriedly into him. No more skilled though, he noted distantly.

\"Do you know how my brother died?\"

Treize coughed, trying to say something but all that came out was a pathetic mumble. He worked his mouth, trying to make his speech centre work again.

\"Ruptured intestine after one of his senior officers caught him alone in his barracks.\"

Treize tried to place the name, tried to remember all the men who had died like that and wondered why there was more than one.

\"Anderson,\" he blurted.

\"No. I thought the first time I was aped that it had to be the second worst thing that could ever happen.\"

Treize clenched his fingers, clutching at the hands of the men holding him down. he retched, thinking of what was lubricating this one. Making it easier and more pleasurable for him to do this.

\"I thought you\'d have a much better constitution, Sir.\"

Treize let his head drop, panting into the mattress as this one came inside him too.

\"Goldberg,\" he tried.

\"No. I underestimated the sick bastards you train up here. You know why I\'m not back there showing you what it\'s like for those of us who aren\'t the General\'s pets?\"

\"Williams.\"

\"No. My brother died, twenty-two years ago, not in battle, not honourably, but after some sick fuck raped him and left him to bleed. The worst event, yes? The worst thing you can imagine happening to Une, or Merquise, or Noin or any of your chosen ones. I was merciful, like no one ever was to me. I only let it happen to you.\"

Treize was limply guided onto another cock. They were switching, he realised, one letting go of his limb and taking up the position. The ghost of their touch stayed, though, where their grip had been so hard. He felt the wet trail of someone else\'s along his back, another rolling under his stomach. Too much stimulus perhaps, he felt them oozing over his skin almost immediately. Or perhaps they\'d already had their turns and this was simply greed.

\"No. Do you know why I\'m not back there? Do you know why I\'m giving you the privilege of knowing why this happened to you? Because no one ever explained it to me.\"

\"Wh... Unghhh..uhgh... No.\"

\"Because when I turned eighteen, one of my rapists got mad at me for not being a woman and cut off my genitals. And one of your bastard do-gooders took me to hospital and didn\'t let me die.\"

\"I didn\'t... I didn\'t know.\"

\"You didn\'t look. You set up the system and you didn\'t protect anyone from it but your elite.\"

Another cock nudged at Treize\'s lips, his arm was being held straight behind his back now by the one using him.

\"And this makes you-Nnnf.\"

Treize retched again at the sweat and stench of it.

\"I don\'t think it makes us even, no. But it does mean that you can\'t willfully ignore this.\"

Treize choked against the cock now ramming against his throat. Who was it? The soldier who would have bled to death if Noin hadn\'t found him. Brother of the same name who died. It was on the tip of his conscious but he couldn\'t think clearly enough to recall it. Somehow, their spokesman\'s voice filtered in.

\"Your soldiers. The ones who couldn\'t wait to have a crack at you. These are the kind of men you let near the little boys whose dads have drummed into them that they\'re cowards not to join the army- That\'s enough.\"

The man thrusting into Treize\'s mouth made an aggressive noise at him. The one behind him didn\'t seem fazed at all. Their spokesman pulled the man at his mouth back and pulled out a gun from the holster that had been hidden behind his back. He shot the man in the head without seeming to break the motion. The one at Treize\'s ass pulled out quickly. Treize made himself watch. He could feel the cooling, sticky patches on his skin where the others had splattered him.

Four shots and then the man turned the gun on himself.

\"Sebastian S. Jones,\" Treize said. \"Your brother was Gabriel. It\'s a shame. You started to show real promise these past few months.\"

\"Yeah. It\'s a shame,\" Sebastian said, and shot himself in the head.

Another shot, the lock to the door being blown.

\"Sir! I heard shots.\"

Une noticed the tripwire and stepped over it. That was why Treize tended to trust her at his side. She had a sixth sense when it came to these things.

\"Treize?\" she said, face opening in horror.

She ran over to the bed, sweeping the room once with her gun trained, then covered him over with a blanket when she was satisfied everyone was already dead. Treize tried not to shudder at feeling where and how it stuck to him. Une rested her hand between his shoulders. He felt the muzzle of her gun rest softly in his hair.

\"You\'d even do that for me?\" he said.

Her fingers tensed on his back.

\"Of course you would. But it\'s not necessary.\"

She pulled the gun back. He imagined it wasn\'t without relief.

\"I\'ll look at their faces,\" she said. \"Their families will know what they were, and if they want them buried they\'ll have to take them.\"

\"Everyone except Sebastian Jones. Have his brother\'s body exhumed as well. Bury them both next to each other in the memorial cemetery. I want it recorded that they died in combat.\"

\"Treize...\"

\"No questions, Lady. Please. I want you to delegate soldiers you trust to oversee the barracks and showers. Make sure they\'re armed. I want it known that any one of my soldiers found to be abusing others will face an interrogation with you before the firing squad. Speaking of which, find out the associates of these men here. I want to know what kind of power structures have been set up where I haven\'t looked.\"

\"Of course, Sir. First, let\'s get you showered and to the hospital.\"

Treize tensed to stop her pulling him up.

\"Sir...\"

\"Give me a moment.\"

Une sat on the bed in front of him, hand caressing the side of his face. Treize moved forward and clung to her, face against her stomach in a way that would muffle sound should he make any.

\"It\'s not you who ought to be ashamed,\" she said.

Treize let himself breathe in her smell and think about nothing else.

\"Once I\'m finished my interrogations,\" she promised. \"Nothing like this will ever happen again.\"

End.