Reclamation Part 10
"You owe me a dance."
Dance: To move or cause to move in a rhythmical way.
Zechs envisioned a dance, a movement of two bodies united in the throes of desire. After all, the enticing young man with the brooding blue eyes had issued the invitation so how could he refuse?
Of course he knew the term was meant as a challenge to fight but isn't the passion of hate and the passion of love so closely related that one could lead to the other?
Zechs leaned closer locking his icy sapphire sight on his "dancing" partner. "Show me how well you can fall into step." he sneered, licking over Heero's lips.
Heero's steely sight never wavered from the lusty stare as the tip of the Commander's tongue snaked along his chin. The sting from the cut had eased, the blood had congealed but his anger had increased tenfold.
Oh yes, Heero wanted to dance. All his energy was focused on one goal, taking the knife away from Merquise and sending him to permanently tango with the Devil.
Using the knife as leverage Zechs backed Heero up until he bumped against the wall a few feet to Duo's right. While the persuasive blade held its position the Commander's free hand curled between Heero's legs.
Pressing his flattened palm into the crotch he took his time to rub and explore his fiery opponent's genital attributes and, despite Heero's willpower, his body betrayed him as it reacted of its own accord.
"Mmmm." Zechs smiled probing the taut bulge. "Yes that's it." he continued his lewd review of the penile feedback, "Show me how much you want me."
With the blade in place and Zechs' body applying equal force Heero was unable to move, much less withdraw from the unwanted attention. The prolonged fondling was creating a stiff swelling and Heero inwardly cursed his anatomy for ignoring his mental orders not to react to the physical stimulus.
Heero displayed a mantle of disdain but the colder he acted the harder Zechs tried to heat him up.
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Realizing that Zechs was otherwise engaged, Duo slid his back up the wall using the firm surface to help him stand.
If I can edge closer while he isn't looking. Duo's mind reasoned before light glinting across the shiny blade cut off the thought. Movement might set him off. The course of action was further debated. Talk to him, make him want you more than Heero.
The final decision was made.
Duo straightened, fixed his lavender sight and put on his best practiced "come-hither" expression. "Commander." he purred.
His concentration centered elsewhere, Zechs didn't take immediate notice. Duo took a deep breath, "Merquise." he called with more volume.
This time Zechs turned his head but didn't stop his manipulations. "Be quiet boy." he growled at the verbal intrusion into his foreplay.
Fighting the urge to be sick at the thought of being touched by the OZ soldier, Duo shored up his stomach and his nerve. "I can't believe you'd choose him over me." he remarked with point blank frankness.
Either something in his tone or posture or both must have triggered some curiosity. Zechs stopped the stroking but the knife stayed in place. "You?" he asked not certain he had heard correctly.
"I'm much better." Duo dangled the bait by adding a suggestive tilt to his body. "You do think I'm pretty don't you?" he inquired, recalling Zechs' earlier description of him and Heero as the pretty pair.
An odd grin smoothed out Zechs' lips. "Don't worry I haven't forgotten you." He stated with a huskiness that made Duo's skin crawl. "You'll get you turn." He promised as the thought of dancing with both beautiful boys heightened his lust.
Heero gritted his teeth then moved with caution. Although the honed edge dug into his neck, the pain wasn't strong enough to keep him still.
Turning his head the Custer leader shot an acidic glare at his comrade. "Shut up." he hissed.
Remembering the cruelty Duo had suffered at Khushrenada's hands and the resulting long-term trauma, he could not allow Duo to endure anymore abuse of body or torment of mind and spirit.
Duo's eyes feigned a fire designed to fuel Zechs' carnal appetite. A subtle sway of his hips stoked the embers. Duo had learned many tricks and had become expert at knowing exactly how to let his body take over while his mind remained void of any feelings.
"You know you want me." he declared then dared to take a step forward.
The fact Zechs didn't respond negatively offered encouragement that he was at least considering the option.
Duo forced a smile. "You deserve to be fucked by someone with experience." He declared with a breathy sigh.
The knife bit deeper, but Heero didn't care. "I said shut the hell up!" he exclaimed determined Duo would not sacrifice himself again.
Heero knew he'd pushed too far a nanosecond before Zechs' hand slapped across his face. The keen smack echoed over the room, followed closely by the thud of Heero's head bouncing off the wall.
Pinpoints of white light flared inside his head then exploded in dazzling starbursts behind his eyes. Blood seeped from his lower lip and produced a salty taste on his tongue.
"YOU SHUT UP!" Zechs screamed as his willingness to persuade the object of his desire to cooperate dissolved into rage.
Duo sucked in an anxious breath. There had to be a way to dissuade the madman. His only hope for Heero's salvation was to appeal to the Commander's lechery and he would do whatever necessary to achieve his goal.
Heero absolutely would not become tainted like he was, but remain pure for that special person who would one day share his love.
As Heero wiped away oozing blood, his eyes flashed with murderous fury. He'd lost his mother to the insanity of war and had been helpless to save friends betrayed by the Alliance's tyranny. Now he'd be damned if this vile creature would destroy Duo's last trace of humanity.
It was time to dance and Commander Merquise was going to learn a new, fatal step.
Heero shifted his weight, every muscle tensed for the final confrontation, but he had to rein in his revenge when Zechs tangled his fingers in Duo's braid, jerked him towards the wavering blade and trained the honed tip under Duo's chin.
"We are going to play this game by my rules." Zechs announced as blue sparks exploded in his enlarged pupils. "Turn around and brace your hands against the wall." he ordered.
Spurred on by the knife centered over Duo's windpipe, Heero didn't hesitate to do what he was told.
Painfully gripping Duo's hair Zechs guided him to Heero. Another strong jerk put Duo on his knees. "Since you are so eager to please we all might as well have a good time."
"Pull your pants down." he directed the order to Heero.
Heero quickly undid his belt, hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them to his ankles.
"Underwear, too."
Blue boxers joined the pants.
"Heero. No." Duo whispered knowing he could do nothing to stop the intended rape.
Zechs leered down at Duo, "Let's see if together we can make him beg." He proclaimed using the braid to center his face inches from Heero's manhood.
"Show me your talent and if I like what I see maybe I won't kill either of you."
Tears pooled as Duo gazed up at Heero.
Heero momentarily let his eyes meet his friend's misty pupils then quickly averted his own watery sight. "It's all right." he whispered so lowly only Duo could hear.
Duo knew he did indeed have no choice. With a trembling hand he gently grasped Heero's manhood and wrapped his fingers around the rigid length. As he had so many times with Treize he put body and mind into shutdown mode, disengaged his emotions and performed like a robot.
Automatically his hand moved up and down stroking in a measured rhythm.
Duo could feel the penis twitch with each stroke, but he also sensed Heero fighting not to give the OZ Commander any satisfaction, not one moment of pleasure from his vulgar voyeurism.
Duo also put on his mask. Zechs would not see his pain or know how his heart was breaking.
Zechs quickly became bored with the slow pace. "Use you mouth."
Duo swallowed hard pushing down a lump in his throat.
Images of Treize sprawled on his bed, Duo kneeling between his legs, shuddered through his mind. The odor of damp flesh, sticky with sweat and semen, the bitter taste of milky fluid spilling into Duo's mouth, made it hard not to gag and retch.
A bare breath hissed passed Heero's lips as Duo's hot mouth closed around his manhood. His eyes closed tighter as a slick tongue slid up and down then tickled over the tip.
Duo had to put on a good show. Heero please forgive me, his soul begged.
Bringing the knife around Zechs poised it near Heero's carotid artery to discourage any resistance.
There was a barely audible swishing as the OZ Commander pushed his uniform jacket aside and lowered his trousers then Heero felt an uncomfortable prodding at his anal entrance.
Draping his free arm over Heero's shoulder, Zechs leaned most of his weight on his intended paramour's back. "Are you man enough to take it both ways?" he whispered with a huskiness that dripped with desire.
Heero gave no answer. It was all he could do to keep his sexually assaulted body under control. He would be damned if he would give the Commander one moment of gratification.
Whatever the Lightning Baron would do to him Heero Yuy was not going to react with anything but utter contempt.
"So hot." Zechs stated grinding his genitals against the young man's firm buttocks. "Before this is over I will make you scream." he promised.
Even though Duo continued his oral manipulations he was still aware of everything that was happening. The standoff had reached the point of decision. Duo could not allow the depraved Commander to follow through with quenching his lustful thirst. Something had to be done and it had to happen now.
Duo pulled back his mouth and moved his head passed Heero's hips. "I thought you wanted me?" he reminded, flicking his tongue over his lips to entice Zechs.
Zechs leered down. Sure the braided man was willing but it was much more gratifying to take what was not freely offered. "Do not be coy with me. Get back to your assignment before I change my mind and kill both of you."
"NO!" Duo stated with determination in his tone. No matter what the price he might have to pay Heero was not losing his virginity.
Without a word Zechs shifted his weight, pivoted and sent his black-booted foot crashing into Duo's breastbone. With a forceful whoosh all the air rushed out of Duo's lungs. The resulting faintness sent him reeling over sideways until the cold concrete floor broke his fall with another bone-jarring impact. Curled up into a ball, as pain lanced through his entire body, he couldn't breathe, couldn't see passed the black dot floated before his eyes.
"Just as I thought," Zechs screamed as another wave of madness swamped his mind, "Neither of you street rats is good for anything; can't even take simple orders. Now you stay down or I will slit his throat from ear to ear."
Heero tensed. The knife pushed harder in response.
"Give me any excuse." Zechs hissed.
Knowing that submission was his only choice, Heero yielded. For Duo's sake he would endure whatever he had to.
Hell, he thought to himself, At least I won't be embarrassed about being a virgin.
He would've laughed out loud if the irony hadn't been so cruel. He'd finally found someone to relate to, another misfit orphaned by man's thirst for power and fate was embracing such spiteful vindictiveness.
Feeling Zechs' hot breath on his neck, the sharp point of the blade at his throat and watching Duo clutch his stomach in agony as he struggled to breathe Heero sighed, "I won't fight you. Please leave him alone." he begged unashamedly.
"Please." Zechs repeated the beseeching plea. He smiled relishing in the delight of his victory. "You will give yourself to me?"
"Yes."
"Freely?"
"Yes."
"Then beg me to fuck you." Zechs demanded sliding his arm around Heero's waist and pulling his back into his chest.
"Fuck me." Heero replied as Duo rolled onto his back and stared unforced at the bare light bulb.
Duo's face was pale, lips bluish. Tracks of sweat streaked his cheeks, but Heero could take some solace from knowing that his partner was not aware of his plight.
Zechs poised his penis then licked hungrily along Heero's earlobe, "Ask me nicely."
Heero swallowed then closed his eyes. "Please fuck me."
Zechs used his taller height to his advantage. Heero squeezed his eyes tighter as the penis's head began to push passed his unprepared opening. He forced himself to relax despite the fact that every nerve was on edge and every muscle was drawn up like a taut spring.
Inch by raw inch the engorged member kept to its excruciating course. Heero's arms quivered from trying to support the Commander's full weight. His legs became rubbery; he fought the faintness as he felt as if he was being torn in two.
The Lightning Baron would take his time and enjoy to the fullest degree his claiming of the young man. It had been months since he had ravished such tight heat and he was not about to rush the deflowering.
Blasts of hot breath feathered Heero's hair as Zechs panted in sheer copulative ecstasy.
Heero hissed in pain as Zechs pulled halfway out then plunged inside with one solid thrust.
Something wet and sticky had begun to coat Heero's inner legs and he didn't have to look down to know that he was bleeding. Gritting his teeth he fought the overpowering need to scream as the rutting increased to a pounding of flesh against flesh.
Now the arm encircling his waist bore into his ribs feeling like it would break the bones. The knife cut a slight line under his chin but he was not aware of the additional pain.
Zechs picked up the pace driven on by his insatiable appetite. Heero squeezed his eyes shut, sucked in a deep breath and prayed that the whole horrible assault would end soon or that death would take him.
Duo lay on his back viewing the horrific scene as if it was a horrid dream. Like looking through a clouded windowpane his senses were somehow detached from the reality.
The phantom dreamscape unfolded in slow motion. He couldn't see Zechs' face for the curtain of silver hair but his abrupt rocking motions clearly defined the act. Stomach muscles ached as Duo pushed up on his elbows. The room wanted to spin, but he ignored the vertigo.
"Heero." he called weakly certain that his mind was playing tricks, then Heero whimpered and another portion of his soul died.
He strained to get up, all the while cursing his inability to save his newly found friend.
Bathed in cold sweat all Duo could do was drop to the floor and helplessly listen to every grunt and groan, as Zechs made no effort to hide the verbal announcement of his impending release.
"Touch yourself." Duo heard Zechs order through the nightmarish fog.
Heero heard the huskily growled command but his pain-confused mind could not process the words much less translate them into action.
Zechs increased the blade's pressure. "I said touch yourself you wanton whore." Never easing his violating barrage, he screamed "NOW!" knowing he couldn't hold back his climax much longer.
Without being aware of moving Heero took one hand away and wrapped it around his manhood. He couldn't feel the touch, wasn't sure he was doing anything at all.
Mercifully Heero discovered that he'd become completely numb. From the force that jolted his entire body he knew that Zechs was still thrusting into him but there was only a slight twinge of pain.
In fact he wasn't certain he was still standing until the single hand braced on the wall failed to bare both his and his assailant's weight and all that was holding him upright was Zechs' arm about his waist.
His hand clumsily stroked his manhood but if he ejaculated he didn't feel it. But despite his numbed condition he did shiver when Zechs delivered one final thrust. He did hear the hiss of air as the Lightning Baron threw back his head savoring the tingle growing in his groin.
Zechs came hard sending a shudder coursing over every inch of his sweat-soaked body. Then all motion stopped and no sound was heard except panting as his penis pumped the last of its claiming seed inside Heero's trembling body.
"Did you enjoy our dance?" he taunted resting his damp head on Heero's shoulder as the last twitching melted into a sated afterglow.
All Heero could do was nod "yes" as the last of his strength gave out. His hand fell away dangling limply at his side, legs also lost their willingness to shore him up.
Then Heero flinched as the deadened sensation suddenly disappeared. Searing pain shot down both legs as Zechs pulled out and at the same time slid his arm from his waist.
Heero went down, his legs having no more potency to hold him in place. Shaking on the floor he smelled the foul odor of sweat and blood and milky seed leaking between his legs and saw it pool on the floor.
Zechs hovered over his victim, hair hanging in string stands around his face. A grin of conquest curled his lips into a satisfied smile. With a victorious sigh he pulled up his pants and smoothed out his rumpled uniform jacket.
Squatting down beside Heero he was careful not to step in the bloody spatters speckling the dirty floor. "Next time your braided friend will be my dancing partner." he declared running his fingers down Heero's bowed spine. "Maybe you can teach him the new steps you'd learned." he sneered.
Gazing down at Duo, whose less blurry eyes showed he'd partially recovered, Zechs tilted his head at a studying angle. "I haven't forgotten you, but right now duty calls."
At the thought of a return visit later in the evening his pants tighten once more. "Besides I want to be at my best so we can enjoy a good screwing."
A thin shaft of light shone in from the corridor then the door slammed shut behind the psychopathic Commander. A somber silence like the inside a tomb blanketed the room.
With some effort Duo sat up. Spurred on by fear for Heero as he was now certain what he he'd witnessed was real and not the product of a hallucinatory lack of oxygen, he mustered the strength to crawl to his fallen comrade.
Hands trembling, he touched his friend's arm. "Heero can you hear me?" he whispered, then panicked upon seeing the unfocused glaze over his eyes. "Please look at me."
Heero was quickly losing the battle to stay alert. Pain lanced through his body. The stench of spoiled body fluids wafted into his nose and threatened to retch in his stomach.
He was cold, so very cold from the hefty soaking of sweat chilling his body in the unheated room. Loss of blood could've been another contributing factor but fortunately the flow had slowed to a trickle. Unfortunately any strain or sudden movement could trigger a renewed surge and he did not have the strength to overcome renewed trauma to his battered system.
Duo slipped his arm under Heero's shoulders and gently guided him to the lay back against his chest.
Now Duo fought the urge to vomit as the scarlet solution of blood and semen smeared across the floor. "Oh merciful saints." he breathed out his plea to any angels that might be looking down on the pitiful sight below.
Heero's head flopped to the side. Mopping back matted hair from his ashen face Duo sucked in a stronger breath. There was no recognition in his comrade's dull blue sight, only a blank stare that spoke volumes of the shock he'd endured.
A moan then a thin line of frothy drool leaked from his mouth as Heero's lips parted with a slight hiss of air.
"Heero." Duo called again, the pleading in his voice raising it to a higher pitch. "You can't leave me. Dammit I will not let you go." he swore placing his hand under Heero's chin and centering his head.
Duo knew he had to do something to stem the swamping tide drowning Heero's senses. "Forgive me." he whispered as tears tracked down his face, then he slapped Heero hard enough for the sharp sting to be heard.
Heero jumped as the pain raced from his cheek to his already throbbing head. Muscles tensed, arms and legs shook but thankfully the cloudy cover began to slip from his eyes.
Without warning arms flung out, hands batted at the vivid images etched inside his head. "NO!" he wailed his animation set in motion by a stout adrenaline surge.
It took all of Duo's strength to hold onto his panicked partner. Even though he was thankful for the response Duo knew the frantic activity could be counterproductive.
Heero could not afford to bleed anymore nor could he continue to thrash about. Duo tightened his hold hoping to ride out the alarmed wave until Heero had no more fortitude to fight.
I didn't take long for hyperventilation to take over as the Japanese youth clutched onto Duo's arm as if his very life depended on the anchor. Sobs shook his frail frame.
Trying to preserve what little modesty remain, Duo tugged Heero's underwear over his hips then stroked his hair, whispered soothing words and rocked back and forth, anything to comfort his comrade.
"I'm here." Duo promised. "Hold on I won't let you fall."
Duo cried.
He wept for Heero's loss of innocence and his failure to stop it. He cried for all the victims of the Alliance's oppression and OZ's inhuman brutality. He also cried for memories of his past losses, for his family, his friends. All the recollections came rushing back slamming into his mind like a bright and burning shooting star.
"Merquise, you son of a bitch, you'll pay dearly for this." Duo proclaimed pulling his friend and, hopefully one day, his lover as close as possible. "If it takes my last breath, if it means eternal severance from heaven, I will send you back to the demons that spawned you."
Hoping Heero could understand his confession and the depth of his commitment, Duo declared. "As much as I want to spend my life with you my heart could never be at peace as long as that vile creature walks this world. This is my oath to you Heero Yuy, if it takes until the end of time you will be avenged."
Finally Heero settled down and laid his head in Duo's lap. Curled up like a frightening fawn the Cluster rebel who had offered sanctuary to a rescued "street rat" finally drifted off into a restless slumber.
Duo leaned against the wall totally exhausted. He stomach cramped and his ribs ached. He was angry, he was hurt, but most of all he his heartsick for the irreversible circumstances that would have never come about if he had died the first time Khushrenada beat him.
"Damn my stubborn will to live." he scorned his survival. "But I will make it right; I swear by my soul, I will make it right."
The hum through the ventilation dust, voices and footsteps from the hall and Heero's ragged breathing seemed to ricochet along the bare walls.
In the darkness of the chilled cage a homicidal scenario was conceived. Duo closed his eyes and pictured the Lightning Baron's bullet-ridden body sprawled at his feet gazing up with a sightless stare. He could see leaching blood, smell the congealing pools and experienced the peace of watching Zechs Merquise pass on to dwell in hell.
"Oh yes we will dance." Duo breathed on the promised retribution.
TBC...
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