Programmed Form Of Life Has Conquered Controlling Hands
(formerly "untitled Fic")
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The title comes from a line in a
song called "Future World" which was written by a band called "Screamer"
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-----part 1-----
Duo sang, happily, to himself as he showered and washed his hair. He
tilted his head back to rinse away the shampoo. He'd been ill
recently and not permitted to go on patrol with the other, so he was
taking advantage of a rare private moment.
All at once, someone grabbed his hair and he felt a man's upper leg
pressed into his back. So much for privacy. Bent painfully backwards,
he struggled as shampoo was poured into his eyes.
Unable to see or defend himself, Duo was laid down on the bathroom
mat. A facecloth was shoved into his mouth to silence him while
several pairs of hands, too large and rough to be those of his fellow
pilots, groped at every part of his body. Two fingers were shoved,
un-lubricated, deep into him and he arched his back in pain. His eyes
still stung from the shampoo, but that pain was very minor in
comparison to that torment.
The fingers were withdrawn and a long thick erection was rammed up
into him. He wondered for a tiny moment who they were, and how they'd
gotten in. Then, the pain became too great for his young body to
bear and he slipped into shock even as the first man was pumping his
seed into Duo.
Downstairs the other four pilots soon discovered their safehouse had
been broken into. They heard voices, cold, crude, speaking obscenities.
Motioning for silence, Heero ran up the stairs to the bathroom. To
his horror, he saw Duo lying on the floor on his back, impaled upon
the erections of both Dr. G and Dr. J who were slamming him down
onto their two cocks, ignoring the blood that ran out of Duo's
violated body and pooled on the tile floor.
-----part 2-----
Heero pushed down his nausea at the sight of Duo being so horribly
violated by the two doctors and drew his gun. He leveled it and
aimed it straight at Dr. J's head. But he could not bring himself to
pull the trigger.
"Did you really think I wouldn't put a failsafe into your Perfect
Soldier program, Heero Yuy?" Dr. J asked, ejaculating into Duo. "Oh,
yes. Yes!" he lifted Duo off of his shaft and passed him to Dr. G.
"Your turn."
"Thank you." Dr. G. replied in an obscene parody of politeness, as he
slipped into Duo's shuddering body.
Dr. J turned his attention to Heero. "You can't kill your own
programmer, Yuy."
Quatre closed his eyes, sensing Heero's inner conflict.
//You're not a robot, Heero.// he sent. //You're a human being. You
don't have to follow some 'programming'.//
//He's my maker.// Heero's mind replied. //It's because of him that
I'm a Gundam Pilot.//
//Whatever choice you make is your own. I won't try to push you
either way. But Heero, there's just one thing you should know.//
Heero waited for Quatre to send whatever it was.
//Duo loves you.//
These three words echoed in Heero's mind even as Duo's whimpers and
Dr. G's cries of orgasmic triumph filled the room.
Heero's resolve returned like a raging flood bursting a dam and he opened fire, firing shot after shot into both doctors. He didn't
stop until his gun was, for the moment, empty. Then, he hurried over
to Duo.
"Duo," he whispered to the wounded pilot, "I'm here. It's okay now.
You're safe."
Duo looked up at Heero with eyes filled with shame, the perpetual
smile gone from his face.
"I'll erase the shame from those eyes, my love." Heero promised as
he carried Duo into his bedroom and tucked him in for the night.
"I'll do whatever it takes, Duo, to bring back your happiness. To
put that smile I find so endearing back on those sweet lips. To see
that sparkle in your eyes again. I swear it. "
And as far as Heero Yuy was concerned, this, above all other things,
was a priority one mission.
-----part 3-----
Duo stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Afraid to close his eyes.
Closing one's eyes made a person vulnerable. If you couldn't see, you
could be hurt.
Heero walked in. "Still awake?" he asked.
Duo looked over at him. "I'm scared." he nodded.
"I'm right here." Heero told him. "I won't let you get hurt, again.
I promise. Now get some sleep."
"I can't." Duo shook his head. "They'll get me again."
"I killed them, Duo." Heero reminded the braided baka as he gathered
Duo into his arms. "Now, close your eyes and sleep well."
"I can't." Duo sobbed against Heero's chest.
Heero stroked Duo's hair, and found himself singing an impromptu
lullaby to the frightened Shinigami pilot . "My true love. I'll
protect you. Sleep safe now. Sweet angel...."
Passing the bedroom, Quatre heard the sweet song and paused to
listen. He smiled, approvingly, then resumed his original course to
the kitchen for a late night snack. Duo's unrest had been keeping him
up, causing a deep disturbance in his Space Heart that Quatre simply
could not just shut out. To do that would be, to Quatre, like turning
his back on a friend.
And that was something he would never do.
-----TBC-----