| Soldiers...(working title) This Story was written on a whim, actually I had just finished....ahem something....and the thought came to mind. So leaving behind whatever I was doing, I got up and wrote this. This was put together in less time than it takes for Duo to braid his hair. I hope it came out well. Warnings: This is Yaoi, Don't understand that, go find out what it is then return if you dare. In partiular this is not the story to be learing what yaoi is. This is hardcore stuff, This is a threesome, PWP with added NCS. (please find out what that is too). Do not like, do not read, simple as that. Pairings: ?x1x? Confused? Heero with someone and someone. I wrote this it that way, you don't find out until it's all over. *laughs insanely* Legalities: Don't own, don't sue, oh well, poor you. I'm sitting in an interrigation room. I know why I'm here. I failed my mission. That's why I'm here. The room is dark, with one overhanging light. The light flickers, ready to go out any moment. There are no windows to the outside world or to any outside rooms. I hear nothing from the outside as well. I'm seated in a cold metal chair. My hands secured behind me. In front of me a large table with two chairs in front of that. I'm facing away from what I must know to be the door to get out of here. How I failed my mission. Perfectly so, I miss timed it. My calculations were off. I was knocked unconcious and captured. I woke up only moments ago, realizing my situation. Now I must either get out of here and kill everyone who knows of my presence, or allow myself to be killed. I almost have the handcuffs broken off in the metal chair, when the door opens, the metal hinges squeal to announce its presence. I can hear from the sound of boots that two soilders walked in, slamming and locking the door behind them. I hold my hands together, hiding the damage I did to the restraints. One walks to my front, inspecting me. The Oz uniform very present. Well pressed, with all the creases of a very dedicated soldier. The hat tiped over one eye, giving him a very cocky look. The other soldier placed a new set of restraints on my hands, assuming he either saw, or knew what I did to the other ones. He walks around my front too. This one was much taller than the other. His uniform not as well pressed, and had a bit of rebel to him. I put on my best soldier face. I add a bit of death glare to it. Basically saying through my look: "let me go and I won't make it painful". Neither flinched. This was a fine way to die if i say so myself. But neither of the soldiers in front of me will get a piece of information about my mission or about Operation Metor. I will see to that, before I die at the hands of these two. "So, boy." The taller of the two starts, "What's your name?" I remain silent. "I see." He concludes, handing it off to his partner. The other takes the overhead light and shines it in my face. "Talk! Who do you work for boy?" he shouts. I still refuse to answer. "So, you wanna play it that way. We have ways of making you talk." He drops the light. It bounces to a standstill, causing shadows across the cold walls. It flickers again. I was not afraid of torture. I was trained for this. I can withstand great amounts of pain without saying a word. And i guess this was the day all my training comes together. I take a deep breath, tense my muscles and brace myself. The taller one drags a chair against the floor, it makes a high pitched sound. If this was all they had, I had them beat. He pushes his chair, back to back, against mine. The shorter one sits on the table, one foot on the table, one dangling off. He takes a pack of cigerettes out of his breast pocket. He takes one out and lights it. He coughs at the first couple of puffs. Obviously doesn't smoke much, I think to myself. With the taller one out of view, I am curious as to what's going on. Their slient conversation never making itself aware, as the shorter one on the table makes a small nod. I brace for an electic shock or some other means of torture. I'm surprised when two hands wrap around my front. I must have shown surprise, because the shorter one smirks at me. "That's right, break that soldier face and tell us what you're doing here." I tighten my face back up. The hands lift the edge of my tanktop, pushing up across my tense muscles. Talented fingers grasp a nipple, rolling it into a hard nub. I gasp at the sensation. Again a question at my slip. "What were you doing with that mobile suit?" I tighten up again. 'Come on Yuy, you have better restaints than this, you can resist this torture too. Just be calm and don't give in.' One hand slips into my shorts, grasping my soft cock. I feel myself become hard underneath the touch. The taller man starts pumping my cock slowly. I stare cold heartedly at the man on the table. He takes another puff of his cigarette before dropping it on the floor. He steps on it with one boot, crushing it. Just like they were trying to crush my self restraint. He pushes the table away, and pulls up the other chair. He sits in front of me, watching his comrade jerk me off through my shorts. I continue to stare at him, thinking of the many ways I could kill him when I get free. I keep thinking thoughts about killing the pair of them while stares at me, and the other rubs his fist up and down my cock. The shorter one brings his knee up to his face again. He takes out another cigerette. He offers one to me, but I just continue to stare at him. He lights it and coughs again. He lays his head on his knee, looking bored. He reminds me of Duo. Only Duo looks like that when he's bored of me typing. ~Flashback~ "Heero lets go do something, I'm bored. Get off that damned computer." Duo whines. I turn to glare at him. He sits on the end of his bed, staring at me. He's brought a knee up to his face, his head leaning on it. He's got his arms wrapped around his knee. He does look bored, and with those eyes, I somehow can't say no to him. I get up and go outside with him. ~End~ This soldier sitting in front of me, suddenly reminded me of Duo when he's bored. I start looking for the telltale signs of a braid, seeing none. I sigh in disappointment. He catches it. "I repeat...Who are you working for?" He asks again. I still refuse to answer. And with a nod, the pumping begins to get faster. It's been ten minutes since they started this method of tortuing information out of me, and yet they're not getting anywhere. I feel the taller one shrug. Thay've started their slient conversation again. The shorter one seems to reply. He then stands up and kicks his chair away. He produces a knife from his right boot. I make a note of its location. He brings it in front of my face, letting the light shine off of it. He grins, bringing his face close, and moving the kinfe lower. I feel the blade work itself between my thigh and the thin layer of spandex. With a quick slash, I'm devoid of my shorts. Funny how my thoughts of killing them because they are witnesses to my very presence quickly change to killing them for their clothes so I can get out of this place. I review every method I know of killing, without shedding a drop of blood. My thought process is cut short when the brutal speed on cock comes to a halt. The shorter man now stands before me, also devoid of his pants. How I ever missed that, I will never know. He then staddles my lap, pushing my cock into his very being. He grimaces at the slight pain, at which I'm sure he's causing himself. He begins moving himself up and down along my shaft. I moan unconciously. I catch myself in the middle of it and bite down hard on my lip. I know I'm drawing blood, but I cannot allow myself this. If I allow myself this, then I might as well tell them my mission too. The taller solider's hands return, one rubbing a nipple underneath my shirt, the other grasping at my balls. I realize it's been twenty minutes now, and it's become very hot in here. My erection is very painful as I hold back, the shorter man's muscles clamping down on me. The taller man's hand squeezing my balls. I'm close to passing out. The taller man prods a finger at my entrance. I let out a small sound, it sounded like a soft meow. I can't believe that came out of me. He presses further. He removes his hand from my chest and starts working his comrade's shaft. He now presses deep inside me, he seems to be looking for something. He shifts his finger around, feeling up the walls. He finds a soft fleshy pad, he taps it once, I gasp. He must be happy with the response, because he presses into it, causeing me to scream and finally let go. I cum into the shorter soldier ontop of me. He cums across the other's hand and my shirt. His muscles tighten onto me harder, milking me for everthing in me. He collapses on me in small pants. I try to regain my composure, before they start asking questions again. It takes several minutes for both to recover. Finally the question is asked. "So, Yuy, How'd you like that?" I'm asked. I look up perplexed. How did he know my name? The soldier removes himself from me and gets dressed. The taller one throws a towel at him. He quickly cleans up and starts cleaning me up. I want to kill these pair. A soft kiss is placed on my open mouth. The shorter one backs away, he tips his hat up reveling soft violet eyes. The other stands behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He removes his hat and lays his head on the shorter one's shoulder. Now one pair of violet eyes and one pair of green eyes are staring at me. "Trowa...Duo...Omae o Korosu...!" I start thrashing against my restraints. "Calm down, Heero." Duo tries. "We're here to break you out before the real interragators get here." "Now, Heero, We'll get you out if you promise not to kill us." Trowa tries. He places a soft kiss on my lips. Duo does the same. "Fine, but you better have a spare uniform for me." I agree. They unlock my handcuffs and throw me an Oz uniform. We sneak out the door and off base. My new mission, torture Duo and Trowa when we get back to the safe house. "Ninmu ryokai" I say to myself. ~Owari Back to the Library? How's that! Not bad for writing this in the same time it takes for Duo to braid his hair. FeedBack? [email protected] or [email protected] |