A/N: I promised myself that I would update one chapter of Lost Dreams and one chapter of Pax Ultima, switching off. So no, I'm not abandoning Lost Dreams again so soon. I promise.

Warnings: Angst, violence, language, sex

Pairings: If you need to know, please PM me and I will be happy to tell you.

Chapter One

Wufei answered promptly, of course, as he always did.

His face froze.

"Trowa."

"Wufei."

They stared at each other, and despite the fact that it was costing three dollars a minute to make this call, Trowa thought it was worth it. He hadn't seen Wufei in two years, and even though he had committed his face to memory, it wasn't the same.

"You look like shit."

Trowa felt his lips twitch.

It had been a mistake to sleep with Wufei in the first place, but by the time Trowa figured that out they had been fucking for six months. They were too alike - possessive, passive aggressive and damaged beyond measure. They only differed in their tempers - Wufei was always so quick to angry, ready to jump to conclusions and commit himself whereas Trowa, according to Wufei, only roused himself to care when someone murdered his best friend.

It had been a mistake, but it had felt so damn good, they way Wufei would fight against him - kissing a battle and fondling more like hand to hand combat until Trowa finally had him bent over and Wufei gave in, surrendering when Trowa's cock filled him and his eyes lost their anger and turned glassy and together they were consumed.

It had been a mistake, but it was over now - had been for two years. That didn't mean Trowa didn't look at Wufei's mouth and remember how well he sucked cock.

"You look the same," he told Wufei, unable to compliment him but too tired to lie.

Wufei arched an eyebrow, clearly waiting for Trowa to get to the point of this call.

"I found him."

Wufei's eyes widened, then narrowed to dangerous black slits.

"Where?"

"I've got him with me - on M238X."

Wufei looked away from the call screen for a moment and Trowa could hear him typing.

"I'm on the next shuttle out. I'll be there in sixteen hours. Wait for me."

Trowa rolled his eyes at the command and was tempted not to wait, just because Wufei gave him the instruction.

"Trowa."

He met Wufei's dark gaze, saw the burning passion, the anger, the rage that he felt deep in his gut.

"I'll wait," he promised before disconnecting the call.

He stared at the black screen for a moment and then sighed.

Wufei would be here in sixteen hours. Trowa had waited two years for revenge - he could wait a few more hours.

He rose from the bed and walked to the open door of the bathroom and leaned against the frame and regarded the scene before him.

A chair sat in the narrow bathtub, a tight enough fit that it rocked awkwardly but Trowa had made sure it wasn't likely to fall over, out of the tub.

He regarded the chair's occupant, a naked man with his hands and feet tied to the chairs and a gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes.

Blood ran down one side of his head, from the cut on his forehead that mirrored the one on Trowa's - headbutting was as likely to hurt you as your opponent, they had both learned the hard way. His nose was broken, another trail of blood leading downwards and staining the white undershirt Trowa's had ripped apart to use as a gag. One of his eyes was already red and swollen under the other strip of undershirt that covered his eyes.

Trowa turned on the shower, cranking the water to the coldest setting, and took grim satisfaction in the way the naked man jumped as icy needles hit his flesh.

He watched the water wash away the blood and soak the man's hair, until the long, heavy braid was plastered against his chest.

It was small, petty. The kind of torture you teased your victim with.

It would have to be enough for now - but as soon as Wufei arrived, Trowa would be free to make sure that Duo Maxwell understood just how much pain his body could withstand before he was allowed to die.

Trowa doubted it would be enough - no amount of pain would be enough for Trowa to feel satisfied.

But he would be content, with whatever he and Wufei managed to inflict, because giving Duo a slow, painful death was the the least they could to avenge Heero Yuy.

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