EDOS: Good news people, no I'm still busy but I decided to take a break from working to write the next chapter! I might be a bit short, but that's cuz I still got a major assignment, a books review and a textiles portfolio to do by Monday! (its Saturday night just for the record) In regards to my major assignment, my Teacher is a prick, who the hell gives an assignment like that to people 5days before its due! Asshole

HEERO: Maybe he thought you were capable enough to complete it?

EDOS: or maybe he's just a prick who gets kicks out of knowing I have to spend my whole weekend looking up crap on CAD-Cam programs!

HEERO: that too

QUATRE: aaaaaaannnnyyway, I'm sure the readers don't care about what your teachers do so can we get on with it?

EDOS: You just saying that cuz you don't care

QUATRE: hey! I have priorities you know! Some people find being chained to a wall in the same room with three psychotic perverts a bit higher on the importance scall than the unbecoming habits of your teachers!

EDOS: (sigh) fine…I don't own GW

"So pretty what shall we do with you?" Quatre cringed and pulled away from Steven as the taller man ran a finger down his face, the blonde sobbed clinging to Trowa's limp form, desperately hopping the taller boy was ok.

"Don't touch me!" he screamed smacking the hand away.

Milly chuckled. "Oh but that wouldn't be any fun."

As if on que Terry leaned down and pulled Quatre away from his boyfriend. Quatre thrashed in his arms, screaming bloody murder.

"I CANT BELIVE I TRUSTED YOU! PUT ME DOWN! TROWA! IRA! SOMEONE HELP! PUT ME DOWN!"

"Milly..."

"I know." Milly pulled out a role of duck tape and gagged the blonde, taking a pair of handcuffs and chaining the Quatre's hands, so he couldn't take the tape off, or continue to hit Terry. Terry dropped the Arabian on the bed, trapping the blonde's hands above his head. Milly and Steve climbed on the bead, and started to touch the blonde, kissing any part of his body they could reach ignoring Quatre's muffled screams and sobs.

Quatre trashed as he felt hands remove the black lace g-string and start to touch him, his mind screaming out for Trowa, for Ira, anyone.

"Duo stop pacing." Heero instructed his Heero instructed his frustrated lover.

"I can't help it Hee-Chan, Trowa was knocked out, Quatre's missing and we have no idea what's going on." The braided teen replied flopping down into his lovers lap.

"We've done everything we can, the police are searching for them, and Security has done a sweep of the house so we know they aren't here." Said Wufie, running his fingers through his hair for what must have been the millionth time.

They all turned hopefully as Ira walked into the room.

"Anything?" Treize inquired

Ira shook her head. "Nothing and I can't find Steve anywhere!" She replied referring to her fiancé (yep that's right Steve is Ira's fiancé.)

Wufie sat up suddenly, an odd look on his face.

"What is it love?" Treize asked.

"I can here Quatre." He said, everyone stared at him.

"What?" Ira asked, with wide eyes. "Are you sure, I can't hear anything."

"Yes…I can…wait its stopped now…" the room was silent

"Ira? Where is that guy, the head of security?"

"Terry?"

"Yeh."

"I don't know." Ira frowned, now that she thought of it she hadn't seen him since this whole thing started.

"Ira, is it possible security missed a room, maybe one that hasn't got security camera's in it?"

"I'd have to look at the system to tell you."

"I think we should then, I think Quatre's still in the house."

Ira stared at the screen, glaring at it.

"What's wrong?" Treize asked.

"There should be a room just there, on the bottom floor." She replied pointing to an empty space on the screen. Wufie studied it.

"What's that." He asked pointing to a funny line that seemed to travel all throughout the house, and just disappeared, were Ira was pointing.

"That the air vents, they're all connected. Wufie weren't you sitting next to an air vent?"

The Chinese boy nodded.

"Which would explain why you could hear Quatre." Heero concluded. "His voice probably travelled through the ventilation system. But for that to happen he'd have to be screaming, or his voice wouldn't have been loud enough for fie to hear."

The room went silent again.

"Do you know the way to that room Ira?"

"Yes."

"Let's go."

Quatre sobbed into the gag as he felt fingers invade him, cringing as pain shot through his body, his mind was screaming it him, telling him to do something, scream, struggle, fight. But he couldn't, he was bruised and cut, his wrists raw from the chains, and his arms tried, his body refused to obey him.

His sight was clouded, and all he could hear was his own sobbing and the moaning from the other men, then something changed he swore he heard a door, the nonne of the older men seemed to notice, but for some reason he felt hope.

"I'm first." That was Milly.

"What! No! I caught him."

"Well how about I go first."
"How about you don't."

Quatre lay still hopping that if they continued to argue help might come.

"Look, I'm going forts and that's fin…" CRUNCH! A pole collided with Steve's head.

"YOU ASSHOLE! GET OFF MY LITTLE BROTHER!"

Milly yelled as Duo punched him in the face. Treize knocking Terry to the ground.

Quatre yelped as Wufie ripped the tape of his mouth.

"Are you all right?"

Quatre didn't trust himself enough to open his mouth, he shock his head, more tears escaping his wide blue eyes. They had touched him, and done things to him he would never allow, he felt dirty, and used and sick, no he was not ok! Wufie reached up and undid the chains on his wrist, then undid the one attached to his ankle, with a key Quatre assumed he had got out of one of the men cloths.

"Trowa?" Quatre asked quietly, hopping the taller boy was ok.

"He'll be alright." Treize replied, appearing next to them, Trowa half conscious, arm slung over Treize's shoulders.

"I' gonn' kill em." Trowa mumbled, his words slurred, by his barely conscious state.

Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa, glad that the other was awake enough to wrap and arm loosely around the Arabians waist.

"I've called the police." Ira said quietly, hugging Quatre, and offering him some clothing. Which he put on with help from Wufie. "I'm so sorry Quatre, I cant believe I was going to marry that guy!" Ira was crying, and she kicked the now limp form of Steve again.

TWO YEARS LATER

"What are doing love?" A twenty year old Trowa asked the petite blonde, who was sitting cross legged on the floor of their lounge room a book in his lap.

"Looking at photos, from when I first met you." Quatre replied smiling up at his fiancé.

"hmmm, really?" Trowa sat down behind the Arabian, pulling him back so that Quatre was half lying in his lap. Trowa smiled when he saw the photo.

Quatre, Trowa, Treize, Wufie, Duo Heero, Ira and some of Quatre's sisters were all standing outside a police station, posing with triumphant looks on their faces. Trowa remembered that well, Quatre had recovered from his experience, and gone to court in order to get the jail sentence of Milly, Quatre, and Terry extended, it had taken three weeks and lots of money, but they had done it. Ira had insisted on a photo, for memory's sake she said.

"I like what your wearing there." Said Trowa, a cheeky smile on his face. Quatre, in the photo, was wearing denim short shorts, with a white short sleave top, and joggers.

"You like what I'm wearing? Or what I'm not wearing?"

Trowa grinned. "defiantly what your wearing, if were what you weren't wearing you'd be wearing it in the next ten seconds."

Quatre blinked at him. "Ha?"

Trowa grinned and pounced on him. "I'll demonstrate."

The End

EDOS: ….I finished….I….finished….OMG!

QUATRE: no lemon? (big eyes)

EDOS: no lemon, I can't write lemon, if my mum found a yoai lemon on the computer……well that could be an interesting one to explain.

Hi mum, oh yeh, that, well you see, the thing about that is….it wasn't me?

QUATRE: Good point…in fact she doesn't even know you write yaoi fanfics s you should probably delete this story now that your done…