One day late. Sorry. I have gotten 12 hours of sleep this whole week. Not good. .
Reposted: because I removed the rape scene. Due to certain reasons [which are, I don't think its right to write explicit scenes, someone had to give me a good kick in the head for me to realize that] I'm making it as abuse and torture only. The others are assuming the he was raped, which he wasn't. Sorry if you find this as an inconvinience, but it had to be done.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Warning: torture
"Fei?" Duo called from the living room. Breakfast had been over for about an hour and Wufei had gone to take a shower and had just emerged. Complete in one of Duo's large T-shirts and baggy jeans, along with his hair dripping wet, the Chinese pilot looked very erotic...ahem, exotic.
"Duo?" Wufei stepped into the living room and walked over to the couch where Duo sat. The braided pilot gestured him to sit down beside him and when he did so, slung an arm around the thin shoulders, pulling him closer against the American.
"Listen, Fei," Duo sighed against the raven head pillowed on his shoulder. "I know that this is going to be very hard for you. And I'm sorry to have to ask you to do this. I love you. It hurts me when you are in pain. But it must be done. Okay?"
"I...understand." Came the quiet reply. A moment of silence passed. And then. "I love you too."
Duo smiled softly and dropped a kiss on top on Wufei's head, cuddling him until the others came into the room. Heero walked in and immediately took up a space beside the couch on the floor, his left hand laying supportively on Wufei's knee. Trowa walked over and stood beside the window, arms folded across the green button down shirt, looking fairly comfortable in his jeans. And last came Quatre, who sat in a chair across from the couch a little to the right, dressed in his usual slacks and a crisp white shirt. All three of them bore a solemn expression.
"You want to start, Wufei?" Quatre prodded gently. The Chinese pilot sighed and nodded.
"Better to get it over with."
Wufei's POV --flashback--
I was running out of time and I knew it. Outside the battle raged on and I was trying to hack into the system as fast as I could. Not many people expected me to be a computer genius but the truth was I could give Heero a run for him money. Only Duo was unbeatable.
"Come on, you damn thing." I cursed the machine, high on adrenaline. Any minute now, OZ troops are going to figure out that he was here and the stupid machine refused to give way.
"Ha!" I cried out triumphantly as I got into their main frame. Quickly starting a upload process to Wing, I pulled out my communicator to contact Heero.
"01! I've gotten into the main control room. I'm uploading all the information into Wing's Database." I said and waited for a response.
"Understood, 05. Return to safety immediately." I nodded to myself, pleased that the mission was completed. Now to get out of here.
"Roger tha- oh Shit!" At that moment Oz troops had barged in. I lost a hold of my communicator and heard it getting stepped on and breaking. I didn't even have time to defend myself, there were simply too many people. Cursing as one bound my hands behind my back, I risked a look at the computer screen. Ha! Yes! The upload had completed. These bastards couldn't do anything now!
My gloating suddenly came to an end when someone used the back of a gun to hit me on the head, and darkness claimed me.
The next time I awoke, I was tied down. On something soft. It took me a moment to realize that it was a bed. A second realization was that I was lying spread-eagled. A third was that I was naked, face-down!
"What the Hell?" I started struggling against the bonds but to no avail. I had a distinct feeling that I was drugged. Not enough to make me unaware but enough to make me feel woozy. No wonder I wasn't able to get out.
"Nuh-uh." A voice chuckled. I froze. I hadn't known that there was anyone else in the room. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
What the hell was going on? My thoughts raced by as I tried to comprehend.
"Who are you?" I asked harshly. "What do you want from me?"
"Temper. Temper." He chuckled again. I turned my head side ways and found a mirror on the wall. Behind me, I could see someone with a tell-tale blond hair. I froze as I heartd his voice again.
"Zechs Marquise."
Ohshitohshitohshitohshit! That was all I was able to think. Me, lying face down in bed naked and him in the same room without anyone else. Only a fool would not know what was going on.
"Let me go and I'll spare your life." I said in my coldest voice. And even if I didn't get out, I knew that the others would eventually get here and skin him alive. We were all very fiercely protective of out fellow pilots.
"Hm...no."
"Bastard..." I hissed out against the bed. He laughed. Simply laughed.
"You are quite unique. I don't think I've ever had such fun with a prisoner." A hand traced my spine. I shivered involuntarily. "I bet its going to be even more fun when I possess you."
"You wouldn't dare..."
"Oh, I would."
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"And everyday, it was like that." Wufei whispered, now held tightly in Duo's arms. "I was taken to Zechs every morning and evening. And in between the other prisoners...abused me. Sometimes, Zechs would lock me up in a separate cell for a week or so. During that time, I was glad that I had time able to heal. But then after that, he told me that the only reason he did that was because it was no fun hitting a corpse. And he wanted me to be alive enough to feel the pain. He didn't want me to die. But, gods, I wish I had!"
Everyone in the room was shell-shocked. Quatre had tears running down his face, Trowa simply looked pained, Heero and Duo looked horrified. Shuddering, Wufei tried to crawl closer to Duo, even though he was as close had he could possibly get, he clutched the black shirt and buried his face into Duo's neck, struggling for control.
"So...no one really raped you?" Duo asked softly. Wufei shook his head in a negative.
"But they came close to doing it."
"But when I cleaned you up, there was blood on your thighs."
"I said they didn't rape me. Not that they didn't torture me." Wufei choked out. He started to shudder violently.
Duo's arms tightened and he pulled the other on to his lap, rocking back and forth. "Shh...its okay. It will be okay. No one will ever hurt you again. I'm going to find that bastard and kill him. It's okay..."
"I-I'm sorry." Wufei's choked out, holding back tears.
"No, no, love." Duo soothed him, his own eyes stinging. "You have to let it all out. Don't be afraid to cry. It's okay..." The moment the words passed through Duo's lips, Wufei broke down, harsh cries ringing from his throat. Heero slid in behind Wufei and wrapped his arms around both of his loves, saddened. Wufei was sobbing like no one had ever sobbed before. If Heero didn't know it was good for him, he would have stopped him.
"That's it. Let it go. I've got you..." Heero murmured softly, stroking through the silky hair with one hand. Wufei only seemed to cry all the harder.
Trowa moved over to where Quatre was sitting, needing to hold his own lover close, as the events had made him remember his own past. The blond haired pilot looked up, eyes watering and understood. Standing him, he wrapped his arms around the taller pilot, bringing his head down to rest against his neck, curling around him, protectively.
Long moments passed when each of them were seeking comfort. When Wufei's sobs had reduced to an occasional hiccup, he pulled back and tenderly brushed away Duo's salty tear tracks.
"Thank you." He whispered hoarsely, hands cupping the American's face.
"For what?"
"For...letting me cry."
[sniff] I'm too sad to write an end note...
