This is incomplete.... I just wanted to get it up so people can tell me what I'm doing wrong! : )

Title: Sunlight and Shadow for a Dream

Author: Kitish Veldgryr kitish bookwormish

Pairings: Trust me you'll figure it out quickly... or not...

Warnings: Shounen ai, maybe lime..., torture, angst, OC, AU, Oh hell I don't know!!

Disclaimer: I own not the GW boys but I do own the brand spankin' new baddie! No Own. No Profit. No Sue.

Note: If you want to put it somewhere just let me know. Also if you wanna use my new bad guy, who kinda creeps me out and I made him... umm just tell me where I can read it cuz well I like to see what kinda exercise you're putting 'im through!

Sunlight and Shadow for a Dream

The bright vibrant rays of sunlight drifted and rippled about the room in a mock war with the feeble shadows of the sunny abode, wind from the open window danced playfully in the curtains as the sound of birds chirping and chattering in the bright morning light filtered in to greet the room's sole occupant. An incessant tapping overshadowed the delightful chirruping of the cheery avian singers outside the window.

Heero Yui sat silently and immovably at his laptop, typing out reports and going over mission specs. At the sound of a light knock at the open door his only response was to grunt and to continue his previous escapade. Chang Wufei heaved a near silent sigh, shook his head slightly and let out a mild chuckle, a half smile playing on his lips. He crossed the study lightly and came up behind Heero.

Wufei bent down slightly and giving the laptop's screen a passing glance sighed heavily and leaned in closer to Heero, putting his slender hands on the back of his head. He massaged and weaved his fingers up Heero's scalp through the mop of unruly hair pausing when he finally came to the crown of Heero's head. There Wufei kneaded Heero's scalp for a moment, then quickly dropped his hands down the side of Heero's head and off of his shoulders. He leaned in and pressed his face into Heero's hair and breathed his musky scent in deeply, as he released a groan of contentment he pulled his arms forward to stretch out across Heero's chest. His eyes drifted shut as he nuzzled Heero's hair.

The perpetual clacking of keys nearly drowned out Wufei's mumbled greeting but the sound slows to a stop as Heero lifted his hands from the keyboard. Raising his hands to gently grab hold of Wufei's elbows he began to slowly rub his hands up and down Wufei's arms.

A low muttered, 'Good morning to you too,' wafted up to caress Wufei's ears as Heero gently caressed his arms.

Wufei's eyes fluttered open as another quiet remark floated up to join the first, "Sleep well, 'Fei?"

Wufei snorted, turned his head up resting his chin on Heero's head. He leaned forward then guffawed out right, "With that bag of bones, knees, elbows and sharp pointy steel objects tossing and turning all night? Harumph. You must be joking!"

Heero chuckled and nodded an affirmative, "Hn."

The clatter of renewed typing announced Heero's return to business as usual. Wufei chortled quietly and pulled himself up from his head rest. As he stood he stretched and dragged himself toward the door, pulling up short he spun back around to face the back of Heero's head.

"From the smell of it, I'd say Duo's up and about making coffee. Want me to bring you a cup on my way out to practice?" Wufei tilted his head in query.

Without ceasing his typing for a moment Heero turned about to look at Wufei, slight smile on his habitually closed face, "Sounds nice. I'll be done with this soon. When I am I'll be interested in running through some sparing routines. Up for it?" The smile morphed its way into an uninhibited smirk of mischief.

"Up for it? Heero, when has our 'Fei not been up for an occasion?" Duo's wild grin and lewd remark greeted the pair. Wufei cuffed him on his shoulder but laughed with the others at his own expense.

However Wufei was not one to go down with out a parting shot, so he haughtily threw out a, "Hey, I have never once heard a complaint in that regard!"

"Whoa, there buddy boy! Who said anything 'bout complainin'? I was just stating the facts, some very sweet 'n yummy facts I might add." Duo winked lasciviously.

Heero shook his head and returned to his computer saying, "Wufei, he's incorrigible. We really should consider doing something about that.... On second thought let's not and hope for the best, ne?"

With a laugh Wufei left Heero to his computer and set out for the kitchen, Duo in tow.

The world twisted and whirled as the drugs bent and fractured his tortured mind. Colors sparked in his vision leaving him weak and nauseous, blind to the cell about him.

"Wufei? 'Fei!" The hoarse pained whisper invaded the drug induced dreams that were plaguing the Chinese prisoner's mind. There was concern in that voice... was it his lover as the dream seemed to imply? No, he remembered now, that voice belonged with his partner on this mission, Maxwell. Not his lover. He was alone. Maxwell was unattainable, belonged to someone else, not a big deal. No one belonged with him; it was safer for them, those he cared about, that way.

The drugs attempted to take over once again, the spinning colors warping his vision. The tide of delirium nearly taking him over again, but he fought off the wave of dizziness and the walls began to take a more predictable shape.

"Wufei! Answer me... please..." The whisper continued pleading with his splintered and broken mind. What? A cell, he was in a cell, a small dank dark and cold cell to be precise. How in hell did I end up here? Whah in hell is going on? Where are they? Coffee... right and then a ... wait... no. No.... it wasn't real. I am alone, endlessly alone. But I heard one of them. I know that I did... Fuck. Chang get a grip. You were delusional, drugged as far as can be determined at this point. They would never want you.

"Damnit Chang! I can see your eyes opening, report!" Heero... but it was Duo that I heard in my... what?

"Wufei! Please answer us, we can't figure out how you are if you don't answer!"

"Whah?" A half groan escaped the broken Chinese youth's mouth. He moved toward the sound of the two who have been addressing him through the bars near his left foot. Foot, why do I see my foot... Cold... my shoes, where are my shoes and what in fuck am I wearing?

As Wufei shifted unimaginable pain ricochet throughout his beaten form. Listless eyes sought to narrow, to focus on something, anything. They caught on a pair of ice blue orbs staring at him intently in an effort to ascertain his condition.

"Hee... Yui? What? I.. where.." Wufei shook his head at his inability to speak clearly and in an effort to bring ordered to the chaotic pieces of his mind.

"Sheeze you're awake... thank goodness. We were worried. Damnit, 'Fei you weren't movin'!"

"Du.. Maxwell what... I don't understand. I unghh..." Wufei's face grimaced in pain as his sudden movement to determine where Duo's voice was coming from, ended in his discovery of several more injuries than the headache he was experiencing. I.. what is happening to me... I can't even keep from calling out like a weak onna! And why am I here, where ever here is, in a sheet?!

xxxx

The flickering watery light of the single naked bulb hanging from the ceiling just outside the row dungeon-like holds, wavered and twisted, skewing the vision of the cells' occupants. Two cells in the long row were currently in use, the cell holding two occupants was equipped with state of the art manacles that even a perfect soldier or top-notch thief could not escape from. The chains and prisoners were bolted securely to opposite walls.

In the wall between them on one side was the entrance to their cell while on the other was a wall of bars. One kindness was afforded the pair trapped in this shared cell; the chains that bound them were long enough for them to reach each other as well as the wall of bars. These bars led to a cell beyond theirs, a cell built to confine one, a single prisoner. This cell had an entrance of its own and not only did it bolt its occupant to the back wall it bolted his feet to the floor. Apparently at the moment this was not a problem for the occupant, it did not impede his ability to stand or shift positions, but only because Chang Wufei was in too much pain and too injured to do much of either. He lay shaking on the damp stone flags, covered in a ragged and bloodstained sheet. Dark bruised flesh would have been clearly visible through the many rents and tears had the light been any clearer.

"Chang. Focus, can you determine the extent of you injuries?" A calm voice half echoed in the cell. It was clear, steady, a point to focus on.

"Heer.. Yui... I. I don know. I can't ...seem to thing... Niugh... my head.."

"Do you know what kind of drugs they used on you, can you remember what they said about them?" The same calm voice reached out and steadied Wufei's shifting consciousness.

The prone figure blinked and stilled his struggles, "Experiment... something, sensory... distort I don't... I can't Unghnn..." His body convulsed and his tenuous grip on reality began to slip.

A cold baritone wafted to his ears, "So. Chang Wufei, we meet. It is indeed a pleasure." The cultured tone hid nothing and everything, it was not overly cruel but was simply so completely devoid of anything that it instilled an indescribable fear in Wufei's very soul. There was nothing in that voice, it was empty of all but a mild malice and slight pleasure at this unexpected entertainment. But Wufei was not going to give in to his fear, it was illogical, irrational and he was too proud to fall completely prey to its overpowering influence. He gazed defiantly up at the shadowed figure standing before him.

"I take it that you do not know me. Hrm. A pity, I had hoped that you, of all people would know of me. I mean if it were not for my influence your precious dragon clan would be alive." A feral smile waxed across the cultured man's face. "I am known as Darious Vyschrick." The smile became an unbearably condescending smirk.