Captured by Feelings

Title: Captured by Feelings 4/?
Author: Sana

Pairing: 1x2

Warnings: angst, sap, lemon, AU, OOC

Archive: The Bitter Taste of Tears: www.geocities.com/sana1x2/

http://www.fanfiction.net under Sanashi
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Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never will.

After losing consciousness, Duo slumped forward. Instinctively, Heero moved his arms to catch him, wrapping them around his waist. Duo's limp body clung on to Heero, his breath soft on Heero's neck and his hair tickling the Japanese boy's cheek. As if under some sort of spell, Heero couldn't move. He just held the boy, drowning in the feelings the simple act produced in him. Feelings he couldn't explain.

Suddenly, Heero's eyes snapped open and he pulled away.

/What the Hell am I doing? I'm about to kidnap him, and here I am hugging him like an idiot! And he's a guy above all!/

He shook his head and draped the unconscious boy over his shoulder. After looking around he was relived to find the park still empty. He had to hurry.

Heero carried the boy, hidden by the trees and the dark that slowly crept over the park and all around them. When they were far enough from the school that no one could hear them, Heero stopped, placing Duo on the soft grass. He kneeled beside him and started working mud into Duo's school uniform. If he carried a boy through the city, people would get suspicious, but if that boy was dirty, had torn clothes and looked poor, they wouldn't care. If they saw him carrying a rich kid, he'd be in a lot of trouble and he could kiss all his plans goodbye.

The cobalt eyed boy rubbed dirt into Duo's hair, unintentionally unraveling the once neat braid and entangling the silken mass. Then he dirtied the creamy skin of the heart shaped face and finished by tearing open his shirt. Duo looked like just another street rat. No one would ever recognize him. Satisfied, Heero stood picking up the boy.

On the outskirts of the city were many deserted houses. Most of them had broken windows, collapsed ceilings and some were even lacking a wall, but in some could be found a table, chairs or maybe even a bed.

Many people believed that there were ghosts in those buildings, creatures that came out at night and killed whoever they found. That's why people stayed away from that part of the town as much as they could even during the day.

But those were just stories, and Heero knew better than to believe them. An abandoned place like that was just perfect to hide the boy. He couldn't take Duo to his apartment especially now that Quatre was his friend. If he saw Duo, he'd arrest Heero as he was a policeman, after all. This way maybe he wouldn't figure it out... He probably would, because he noticed his friend acting strange, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered was teaching these people a lesson. Teaching them that they were not untouchable. And after that... There was nothing he could do with his life anyway. No real reason to live. If he went to prison he would at least have food every day, or he could run and try to survive, or he could just end it... But that was thinking too far ahead. Now he had to get this boy through the city and hide him.

When they reached the old deserted buildings the Moon was already high in the evening sky and Heero could barely stand. It wasn't that Duo was heavy, but carrying his limp form for hours all across the city would tire anyone out.

Heero stopped for a moment and wiped off the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He looked around trying to find a building that didn't appear as if it would crumble down is someone did so much as touched it. It wasn't an easy task and in the end there wasn't much of a choice. He headed for a two floor house, which had two windows, a door, and even retained it's roof. Not bad.

Heero pushed the door open and winced as the rusty hinges screamed, tearing through the silence of the night. He was welcomed by the strong odor of dust which made him sneeze. The room was small, dark, and empty, the desolate space coated with a thick layer of dust. It was illuminated by moonlight just enough for Heero to see three doors leading to other rooms and old wooden stairs which led to the second floor. They were rotten and many steps were missing, so he made a note in his head that it would be wise if he didn't try to climb them.

One of the rooms was a kitchen. It was just as dirty as the previous room, but it had a few pieces of furniture. The old table and two chairs seemed stable enough to sit on. The window there was broken and the moonlight reflected on the broken glass giving the room an eerie glow.

The other door led to the bathroom. It was cramped and smelly, but other than that, it seemed to be ok.

The third room was a bedroom. It didn't really have beds, just a large dirty mattress sprawled on the floor. It was by far the largest room in the house. The floor was covered with a rug on which colorful designs could be barely made out from under layers and layers of dust.

Heero walked to the mattress and place the longhaired boy on it. Out of his pocket he pulled out a rope and tied Duo's hands on his back. With another rope he tied his feet together, so he couldn't move. After that he laid on his side of the mattress with his back to the other boy. He was so exhausted, he fell asleep almost immediately.

Heero was awaken a few hours later by a loud scream. He jumped out of the makeshift bed and scanned the room frantically trying to remember where he was and what was happening. It only took him a second.

The dark figure on the bed was screaming and thrashing around violently trying to free himself from the bonds. It was no use, Heero had made sure he'd tied the knots as tight as humanly possible. And then those amethyst eyes noticed him. Heero couldn't suppress a shiver when they fell on him. They radiated pure hate as Duo glared at him as much as it was possible for someone in his vulnerable position.

"You! You bastard! Why the fuck did you bring me here and what the fuck do you want from me?"

Then he noticed his torn shirt and his vision blurred as his expressive eyes filled with tears.

"What.." he choked on the words.

"What did you do to me while I was unconscious?"

He said indicating his torn clothes.

"You raped me! You maniac! You weren't even strong enough to do it while I was awake, you had to knock me out first! I can't believe you fucking raped me!"

No, he wouldn't cry. No. That's just what this guy wanted and Duo wasn't going to let him have his fun. /I won't cry. I won't cry./ he repeated to

himself over and over again.

"Shut up already! I didn't rape you! I tore your clothes, but I didn't touch you. Now be quiet and go to sleep!"

"Do you honestly think that I will stay quiet in a dark house alone with a maniac? No way! H E L P !!!"

The scream echoed through the night, but there was no one there to hear it.

"Look, if you don't stay quiet I'm gonna put you to sleep once again. It's your choice."

Duo glared at him once again before closing his eyes. There was no way he could fall asleep, but this way he could analyze his situation and try to think of a way out of it.

Heero didn't know why the American boy's hatred bothered him so much. Why did he get that weird feeling in his gut when the long haired boy accused him of rape? Why did he admire the way the moonlight played across his face? Why? He was the son of the man who killed his parents. He was a rich snob that hated him, so why did he intrigue him so much? He sighed and laid on the bed, feeling the other boy tense.

"Don't worry, I won't touch you."

With that he closed his eyes willing sleep to take over him.

"Hello, Sara!"

"Good evening, Mrs. Maxwell!"

"Is Duo in his room, I want to talk to him."

"Isn't he with you?"

"With me? No, I sent the driver to pick him up. They still haven't arrived?

"The driver returned an hour ago... He thought you changed your mind and picked Duo up, as he didn't show up."

Hellen's face twisted with fear and worry. She paled and her lower lip started trembling. How could this be happening? Why to her family, to her little boy? She ran to the phone and with shaky hands dialed 911.

"Hello, police? My son has disappeared."

End of Part 4