Fanfic Loosely Based On An Old Commercial
-----part 1-----
Wufei shivered as the drug worked its way through his system. It made
things so much simpler. It made him forget the war, the pain, the
death. He could just lie there and watch the pretty colors as they
went dancing by. That's all he cared about when the drug was in
control. Now, as the war worsened, he found he wanted the drug to be
in control more and more often.
When his high wore down, he searched his stash for more. But he was
running low. He'd have to talk to his dealer. To Treize.
"More already?" Treize shook his head. "You already owe me a lot of
money for the last fix. I'm sorry, but I just can't keep giving you
free stuff."
"Please," Wufei pleaded, "I need it. I'll give you anything at all.
Just let me have a fix. Please?"
Treize considered for just a moment, then nodded. "Bring that pretty
friend of yours to my place tonight. The one with the braid."
Wufei was nearly sick with horror. "I... I can't... please.. not
him..."
"How badly do you want your fix?" Treize asked.
Wufei listened to himself with horror as he agreed to Treize's
request.
Returning home, he found Duo watching television. "Get your coat on.
We're going for a ride."
"Oh, really?" Duo bounded, delightedly, to the hall closet and
grabbed his coat and cap.
//Yeah, really// Wufei thought to himself //I'm taking you to be
raped because I'm a good-for-nothing, weak, pathetic, drug addict.//
"Yeah," Wufei said aloud, "just the two of us. You looked as bored as
I feel."
The both ran out to the car and drove off, Wufei in the driver's
seat.
Duo started singing and Wufei soon joined in. After they'd gone
through Soldier Boy, One Tin Soldier, Eve of Destruction, No Easy
Way To Be Free, and, strangely enough, The Lion Sleeps Tonight, Duo
was in the middle of Dead Puppies when the song died in his throat.
"That's..." he whispered, in confusion.
Wufei nodded. "I'm sorry." he said, as he pulled up to the front of
the OZ base.
Duo felt a pinprick in his arm, then dizziness swept over him. He
watched everything spin around him as Wufei picked him up and carried
him inside.
-----part 2-----
"Put him on the bed." Treize ordered. He watched with hungry eyes as
Wufei complied, then began to undress. "Remove his clothes."
"Please," Wufei begged. "Please."
"You'll get what you want after I'm inside of him." Treize assured
Wufei. "Now, remove his clothes."
Wufei undressed Duo, slowly, his fingers trembling with his need.
"Please," Duo moaned, weakly, "please don't.... please don't...."
"I have to." Wufei said, his voice urgent with the need for a new
fix. "I have to."
"Hold him still." Treize said as he climbed on top of Duo, not
bothering with foreplay or lubrication.
Wufei didn't dare displease Treize. It might mean he wouldn't get his
fix. So, he pinned Duo down upon Treize's bed and helped Treize to
penetrate the braided virgin.
-----part 3-----
Heero paid the diamond ring he'd just obtained for Duo and placed it
into his pocket. "I can't wait to give this to Duo." he confided to
Quatre.
"He's going to be so happy." Quatre told him, carrying a few of his
own packages. "I bet he'll just smother you in hugs and kisses."
Heero nodded. "Hn..."
Quatre wasn't fooled for an instant. "Yeah," he remarked, smilingly,
"he loves you, too."
*****
Pain. Searing, tearing pain. It pulsed through Duo's entire body,
though most of it was centered within the tight passage he'd been
saving for the boy he loved. His every instinct had been to struggle,
to fight the man off, to break free of the hands that pinned him
down. Hands that belonged to a boy he'd called his friend. To a boy
who'd betrayed him. But everything was still spinning and he was
going into shock.
Wufei felt Duo's struggles cease. He looked up at Treize, his eyes
pleading for his next fix. His need was so intense, now, that it
never occurred to him that Duo might have just died.
Treize tossed a single needle to him. Wufei injected it and soon felt
the soothing high of the drug as it flowed through his veins, making
him forget the war, the pain, the death...
....and the fact that he'd just gotten Duo raped.
*****
The OZ soldiers dumped Wufei's still trembling form on a random
sidewalk and headed back to base. They couldn't wait to have a turn
at the braided boy. Surely, Treize would share his new toy with them.
Wufei lie there, shaking and panting, when Quatre suddenly spotted
him and tugged on Heero's jacket.
The Perfect Soldier raced over to Wufei and examined him. "Wasted."
he said, disapprovingly. "Let's get him home."
They brought Wufei back to the safe house and walked in. It was oddly
silent. Too silent.
"Duo?" Heero asked. "Duo! We're home!"
No answer.
"Heero," Quatre said, his voice full of horror and concern. He showed
Heero the needle he'd found in Wufei's pocket. It was clearly
something from OZ.
"Wufei," Heero asked, "where did you get this needle? Who gave this
to you?"
"Treize," Wufei replied, too high to care what anyone thought at that
point, "good stuff, too."
"Kami-sama," Heero whispered, "how much did it cost?"
"Duo."
Heero was out the door five seconds later, taking a brief second to
punch Wufei in the mouth.
-----part 4-----
Forcing his way into the OZ base, Heero found himself muttering,
under his breath, "I won't kill Wufei if Duo's okay... I won't kill
Wufei if Duo's okay..." as he stormed down the row of holding cells.
Duo wasn't in any of them. Had Duo escaped? Or had he been... no,
Heero wouldn't think that. He couldn't.
Still reciting the new mantra to himself, his eyes shining with
fierce determination, he made his way deeper into the complex, into
Treize's personal quarters. He froze in the doorway, utterly
horrified at what he was seeing.
Duo lie on the bed, his arms tied behind his back. Treize was on top
of him, thrusting at him, *In* him. Slamming deep into the braided
boy, then withdrawing and slamming into him again.
"I'll kill him!" Heero raged. He rushed forward and pulled Treize off
of Duo.
The two soldiers fought, but Heero's anger increased his strength,
and Treize was slightly weakened by his recent orgasm.
As they fought, Duo listened, waiting. He knew the winner would claim
him. His own future was at stake now. The outcome would mean either a
lifetime of being loved or a lifetime of being raped.
Finally, it was over. Treize lie there, still alive, but beaten for
the moment. Heero heard the footsteps of approaching soldiers and
turned his attention away from the man he despised. He picked up
Duo's naked and bound form, and draped him over his shoulder, then,
gun blazing, made a run for the exit.
Ten minutes, and a number of dead soldiers later, Heero finally made
it to the exit. He got into Wing, resting Duo on his lap, and raced
quickly home.
*****
"Wufei," Quatre said, gently. "please. You need help. Don't you see
that?"
"I'm fine." Wufei rubbed his head. "I'm handling it fine."
"No, you're not." Quatre handed Wufei a cup of tea. Despite what
Wufei had done, Quatre didn't hate him. He hated the drug, instead.
Hated it and wanted it out of their lives. "You're addicted, Wufei.
Badly addicted."
"I don't use that much." Wufei argued. "Where are the others?"
"Trowa's at the circus." Quatre reminded him.
"And the others?"
"Heero went to res..." Quatre's words were cut off by the sound of
Heero kicking the door open.
Both Heero and Wufei looked up at Duo in horror.
Heero looked back at Wufei with a look of absolute hate.
Wufei recoiled. "What did *I* do?" he asked, in confusion.
"Was it worth it, you bastard?" Heero demanded.
"I don't understand." But even as Wufei said this, memories returned.
He and Duo getting into the car. Duo singing. Duo's look of horror.
Duo's screams as he... "Oh no..." he whispered. "It can't be... I'd
never!"
"You did." Quatre said, softly. "Because of your addiction." Then he
took Wufei in his arms as the other boy began to cry.
"Help me, Quatre." Wufei sobbed.
Quatre nodded silently.
Heero wanted nothing more to do with Wufei. He carried Duo to his
room and put him to bed.
"Heero," Duo whispered, finally regaining consciousness as Heero
untied him, "I'm sorry."
"Shhh." Heero said, placing a finger to Duo's lips. "Don't speak. You
have no need to apologize. You did nothing wrong." he replaced the
finger with his own lips, kissing the braided baka for a moment, then
pulling back to look into Duo's confused, frightened, and shame-filled
eyes. He hated the way they looked now.
//They won't look that way for much longer, I'll see to that.//
Reaching into his pocket, Heero took out the ring he'd bought for Duo
earlier. He slid it onto Duo's finger as he kissed the braided pilot
once again.
Duo looked down at his hand in bewilderment. His heart was racing and
he was almost in a state of panic. How could Heero want him now. Why
would he?
"Heero?" he managed to squeak out, his entire body shaking.
"Ai shiteiru, Duo."
Duo threw his arms around Heero and burst into tears of joy. "Ai shiteiru, Heero."
-----TBC-----