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Chapter 11 My Hero
Heero slammed down heavily on his breaks. Causing his bike to spin in a full circle, before finally stopping. Planting his feet firmly on the ground for balance he threw his helmet off.
"It's okay Wing, I'll make you feel better tonight," Solo purred, running his hand down Heero's thigh.
"Don't touch me you piece of shit," Heero spat.
"Tsk, tsk. You, my friend, are mine to do whatever I please with. So I suggest you start liking it." He tugged lightly at Heero's belt.
"Not until my friends have left. So lay off." Solo smirked, but walked back to his bike.
"Heero!" Quatre shouted running up to him. Duo, Trowa, and Dorothy at his heels.
"Sorry Quatre, he was right at my bars."
"It's alright. And now that you work at my company and with Duo and Trowa you can pay off your debt. How much do you owe him for this race?"
"More than I can willingly give." Quatre frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, I have to work out the details of our transaction. You should head back with everyone. You know Flash doesn't like people on his turf." (A/N: Flash is the leader of another gang)
"Yeah I know, but what about you?"
"I'll see you at home. Don't wait up we have a lot of talking to do." Quatre nodded.
"Alright."
"It's okay Heero, we'll find a way to pay him back. You'll definitely win next time," Dorothy added, smiling.
"Thanks, I'll see you all tomorrow."
"Bye Hee-chan. You were really awesome." Heero quirked an eyebrow at Duo's choice of nickname. But couldn't help but smile a little.
"Stupid baka, go home."
"Aye sir. Don't stay up to late." Duo slapped him on the shoulder and started bouncing off towards the car. Trowa waved and followed him.
"See you at home Heero."
"Later Heero." Heero nodded to them and started walking slowly towards Solo's group.
"Ah Wing, good of you to join us. Conveniently we have found a nice place to 'settle' this right here." He motioned to a darkened alley.
"Wouldn't want you to be getting to comfortable. I don love it when you squirm." He smiled maliciously. A blonde named Jaxx held a long thick chain in his hands. Heero could only imagine what it was for.
"Shall we?" Mueller pushed him roughly towards the alley. They walked for a few seconds before he was pushed against a wall. He heard the rattling of the chain before it was wrapped around his neck and wrists. Then attached to a set of security bars. Heero growled.
"I knew you would look good in chains." Solo bent down and crushed his lips against Heero's. Forcing his tongue between his lips. Heero bit down hard, until he tasted the familiar metallic tang of blood.
"Agh, shit!" Solo spat out the blood, and punched Heero hard in the stomach, causing him to groan.
"Pull a stunt like that again and you will wish you were never born," Solo spat. Suddenly he smirked.
"Let the playtime begin." Heero felt a hand around his crotch. Fumbling with his belt, then his zipper. Unfortunately leather pants do not permit you to wear boxers, or any other form of undergarment. The hand dove into his pants. Heero turned his head quickly, willing the tears away.
"Are you enjoying this Wing?" Heero heard laughing in the background. The hand pulled back and grabbed the collar of his shirt. Ripping it in half.
"Very nice." He felt a mouth against his collar bone, then a tongue. Solo began sucking hungrily at his flesh.
"Stop," Heero growled.
"Oh no. We made a deal. And I expect you to fully keep up your end of the bargain." Heero felt a tear slide down his cheek as he the sound of a another zipper being undone rang in his ears.
"Solo don't."
"Shush now. It'll only hurt a lot." He laughed and bit down on Heero's neck, drawing blood. Heero quickly slammed his head sideways, hitting Solo square in the jaw. (That's gonna hurt in the mornin'.)
"You little bitch!" he roared backhanding Heero across the face.
"Now you've asked for it." He pounded Heero in the chest with his fists. Heero strained against the chains trying to free himself. The rusted metal cut into his flesh and fresh blood poured down his chest and hands. Solo gripped him hard around the hips. That was definitely going to bruise.
"Play time is over. I'm gonna enjoy this." His mouth once again attacked Heero's neck. Biting down hard. Meanwhile his hands pulled Heero's pants down to his knees. A rough calloused hand grabbed him roughly. He felt the other moving dangerously closer to his bottom.
"NO NO NO! STOP!" Solo kissed him roughly, silencing him.
Pulling down his own pants he positioned himself at Heero's entrance. Neglecting to prepare him. The more pain the better.
"Now this may hurt," he laughed and….
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"That was a really close race," Duo mused flipping his feet up onto the dash.
"Yeah, no kidding. Heero's really good."
"Duh…..Ah shit!"
"What?" Trowa pulled the car over.
"I left my jacket at the lot."
"The 'start' lot or the 'finish' lot?"
"The 'finish' lot. We have to get it, Wufei'll kill me if I don't have it.
"Alright, hold on I'm turning around." Duo gripped his seatbelt as the car did a full U turn. A minute later they pulled into the parking lot.
"Hurry up."
"Yeah, yeah. Hey Heero's bike is still here." He hopped out of the car and grabbed his jacket off the sidewalk. HE looked at it for a minute, shrugged and started heading towards the car.
"NO NO NO! STOP!" Duo stopped quickly and turned around. Trowa hopped out of the car and stood next to Duo.
"It sounded like it came from in there," Duo whispered pointing to a darkened alley.
"Should we check it out?"
"Yeah." The two crept silently into the alley and stopped abruptly at the sight.
Heero chained to a window with a man on top of him.
"GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!" Duo roared throwing himself at the man. Trowa ran to Heero.
"Heero? Heero? Are you okay?"
"Get away! Stop! I don't want this! I'll pay you I swear!"
"Heero, stop. It's Trowa." Heero opened his eyes.
"What are you doing here? Get out! They'll get you. Leave!"
"Not without you." Zipping Heero up, he pulled the chains out from the bars. Heero stood up quickly pulling a pistol from his pocket and aiming it at the rest of the gang.
"Get the fuck out of here before I blow your heads off! He spat." They all obliged. Heero looked over to his left were he heard some noise. Duo was fighting with a pants less Solo and winning. (Woop! GO DUO!)
Throwing a final punch Solo staggered back and started running for the exit of the alley.
"We'll get you next time Wing. Better watch your back!" Heero stuck the pistol back in his pocket, looked at Duo, and promptly fainted. Duo quickly caught him and picked him up.
"We gotta get out of here."
"Yeah. Quatre is gonna have a cow. And Heero doesn't look to good. Shit he's bleeding . We gotta get him to the hospital." Trowa nodded and they ran out of the alley and into Trowa's car. Flooring it, they sped off towards the nearest medical facility. Heero's bike no where to be seen. (A/N: Hmmm…I wonder what kind of bike Heero is gonna get next? Could it be a Ducati? Tune into the next episode and you'll see)
Author's Note: Don't hate me! He was rescued. Super Duo! NO FLAMERS. If you do I will hunt you down and bore you with Soap Operas! Trust me we have every Guiding Light Episode known to man recorded. All thanks to my Grandma! FEAR ME! FEAR THE SOAPS! PHILIP IS DEAD! NOOOOO! PHIIIILLLLLLIIIIIIPPPPP!