A Shifting of Fortune Part 7
Chang wasted no time in his endeavor to feed his bodily appetite. Roughly his hand grabbed Duo's almost completely lowered waistband finishing the unveiling with one downward tug.
Despite Duo's weakened condition he managed to display the beginnings of a firm erection. The shutting down of his mind often actually freed his body to react naturally to any well applied outside stimulant.
Chang once more was swift in his quite focused pursuit of pure genital pleasures and the eventual release of his own pent up sexual energy.
He captured Duo's puffy lips sliding his tongue inside for a taste of his agreeable paramour. Duo didn't return the call for a tongue tag match. He had consented under duress and he would not interfere with whatever Chang wanted to do but that didn't mean he had to favorably respond or enjoy the experience.
As Chang's tongue explored the hot wetness leaving a lingering taste of the foul cigar he had been smoking his other hand began an upward sliding that commenced on Duo's inner thigh soon finding its way to the radiating heat of Duo's manhood.
Without further foreplay Chang's hand closed about the hot member so tightly that Duo's flinched in spite of his determination not to react. With rakish delight the hand moved to the dewy head wiping over the tip with a still rougher thumb. Once more Duo jerked silently cursing himself for giving the lecherous Chinese man the slightest satisfaction.
Maxwell's indifferent attitude was not what Chang had in mind when he imagined the sensual nature of their sex session. The object of his lust was supposed to return his eagerness. After all he was promised a good lay and he would be damned if he would settle for anything less.
Removing his tongue so he could speak Chang locked his brooding sight with the beautiful boy's wide amethyst eyes. All that was reflected in their dull glazed surface was his reflection. There was no light beaming from within, no sign that any emotion had been stirred or that any kind of feedback would be forthcoming.
Chang squeezed Duo's penis as hard as he could. If pain was necessary to get some reaction so be it. "You had better give me more than that." he warned as his stormy face showed that his willingness to be patience was quickly running out.
Duo raised one hand placing it beneath Chang's ponytail and with one fluid motion pulled off the hair tie. Heavy black hair slid free falling onto Chang's shoulders. A few tresses covered his sweat-damp cheeks clinging to the moisture.
Then keeping his eyes fixed in an unemotional stare, not caring whether his lover like it or not, Duo guided Chang's anxious mouth to his parting lips to resume the battle of the tongues.
Now Chang's chest heaved as the sexual tension began to build at an accelerated rate. He loosed his grip on Duo's throbbing member relishing the feel of its pulsing against his hand.
"That is being a good boy." he cooed the words vibrating against Duo's mouth. "Now roll over." he instructed, "I want to take you from behind."
Straightening up enough to allow Duo to begin the required rearrangement Chang also release the manhood that had grown larger despite the painful punishment it had endured.
Without pause Duo complied climbing to his knees and offering an unobstructed path for Chang's rock hard member.
Maneuvering himself in a more efficient alignment Chang grabbed on either side of Duo's hips to steady his entry point. "If you are waiting for some sort of preparation think again," he declared pressing his engorged manhood against Duo's rear, "I want you tight and if you bleed, well, that is even better."
Duo closed his eyes taking in a breath and holding it as he readied himself for the coming impalement. In spite of his best efforts to shut down both physically and mentally, Duo knew he could not totally negate the searing burn that would send hot ribbons of pain down both legs and through his entrails.
For a second Duo considered saying a prayer, concentrating on some almost forgotten verse of comfort he had once learned.
But no entreatment would come to mind. None of his prayers could be recalled as he was certain every angel above and probably the devil himself had turned away from the pitiful sight laid out before them.
With a throaty growl Chang pressed harder as the puckered opening fought back against the invasion. Duo tensed although he knew that was the worse thing he could do.
"Relax." the ordered himself.
But the white light never flashed behind his eyes. The lancing pain and seeping blood that would have surely followed never materialized. Suddenly Chang's heaviness lessened as his white knuckled grip on Duo's hips became quite unexpectedly undone.
Duo's mind took a moment to study the strange occurrence. It took another, longer moment, to get up the nerve to twist his head around to try to find the source of his sudden freedom.
As Duo's pivoted at the waist easing one naked hip onto the feathery grass all he could see was someone's back. Chang's shirtfront was caught up and the gathered fistfuls of material were used to jerk the surprised Security Chief to his feet.
Duo gasped as he realized the blocking body and the hauling hands belonged to none other than Heero Yuy. He further stared in astonishment as Chang's employee release one hand cocking and firing a tightly curled fist squarely into Chang's chin.
Still keeping a solid hold with the other hand, Heero repeated the punch this time coming into just as hard contact somewhere in the vicinity of Chang's exposed penis. As the Chinese man yelped in pain, Yuy pushed back then let go at the last minute to send Chang down for a jolting landing on his ass.
With expeditious speed Heero plowed a black boot, matching his uniform, into Chang's gut causing a rapid expulsion of breath. A winded wheeze could be heard well above the hissing of escaping air.
From somewhere among the rattling gasps a strong string of quite loathsome expletives seethed forth from Chang's raspy coughs as he clutched his aching groin.
Yuy grinned with a sense of amusement ignoring the sincere threats by Chang to reach down and pull Heero's intestines up through his throat. He gave no mind to Chang's further swearing to use the afore mentioned guts to form a garrotte and hang Yuy from the highest tree on the estate.
The odd smile spread across Heero's face flushed scarlet with anger. Heero had witness many atrocities at the Fire Dragon's hands. He has until that morning looked the other way refusing to allow any feelings to get in the way of his cold detached training.
Heero Yuy had been in the military before becoming a hired mercenary offering his services to the highest bidder. He had seen a lot of horrors in his limited life enough to make him older than his years and forever ruin any hope of reclaiming his shattered humanity. But the first day he knelt by Duo Maxwell and unlatched his handcuffs Heero knew the beautiful boy could not be dismissed.
And despite the pervious warnings of his loyalty to Noin and his tense tenure of employment under Chang's iron hand, Yuy was now willing to risk everything to save this whore with the heart of an angel.
Momentarily forgetting his attentive watch on Chang who continued to spout out his attempts at intimidation, Heero turned to offered a hand to Duo who was too dumbfounded to react to Yuy's helpful gesture.
Finally Duo timidly lifted trembling fingers inching them towards his champion's waiting hand. He pulled up slowly taking time to restore his shaky balance before letting go of Heero's hand and covering up his nakedness.
For the first time since he could remember Duo was ashamed of his nudity. Anytime before he had blatantly displayed all his charms for whoever was willing to pay. No more than a few times had he freely giving himself for the fulfillment of his own needs. And never had he felt the least bit of guilt for either act.
Duo lowered his eyes as an unaccustomed blush burned over his face. He was actually embarrassed and he didn't know what to do about it.
"At least you can thank Heero." he told himself taking in a quivering sigh. "But how, I only know one way." he chided his inability to show his true emotions to his savior without some attached sexual connotation.
"Just simply say thank you." his inner council advised with gentle prodding.
As Duo raised his sight a blur of movement raced at the corner of his eye. Chang was springing to his feet for a swift and no doubt brutal attack and Heero had left himself completely exposed.
"HEERO! LOOK OUT!" Duo screamed out the warning.
At the last minute Heero jumped aside avoiding the brunt of Chang's malicious assault directed at the decapitation of his disloyal staff member. Nothing short of death would appease the Fire Dragon's wrath. Only the shredding of Yuy's body and the scattering of his mortal remains would cool Chang's boiling blood.
Yuy and Chang suddenly became an entanglement of arms and legs as they tumbled to the ground. Twisting and grappling for any advantage they were caught up in an unyielding embrace that would only be severed by one or the other's demise.
Panic flooded through Duo as he stood in helpless terror. His heart pounded as if the same solid striking fists that bruised both combatants were battering it.
By Duo's feet a stream of sunlight filtering through the overhead branches glinted off a silver surface. Chang's pistol shone pale against the lush green grass. It polished finish glistened in the reflective rays plainly calling for Duo's attention.
Without hesitation Duo picked up the beckoning weapon. With a double grip he pointed the blackened hollow end at the thrashing entwinement of body parts slithering in unison like a serpent along the ground.
But Duo could find no clear target. Every time he had Chang's golden body in his sights the battling pair would reshuffle putting Heero and not the murderous Chinese man in the front sight. Duo's hands shook as he cautioned himself not of let his nervousness accidental shoot the wrong person.
With heartsick exasperation Duo lowered the gun knowing he had no business pointing it at anyone in the first place. "Hell you might shoot yourself." he admitted his ignorance of firearms.
Heero using all the power he could muster slid his arm under Chang's chin and shoved as hard as he could. Gradually the jostling pressure worked it way passed Chang's defensive hold. Heero took the offered opportunity to get in a short but concrete jab.
Chang's head snapped back with the same pop that Duo had heard ringing in his ear when he had been similarly struck. Heero took note of the immediate haze forming over his attacker's sight. A second, better aimed, punch made Chang's enfolding arms go slack giving Heero a welcomed escape route.
Yuy wiggled free and wasted no time in punching and kicking his now more docile opponent. One last downward stomp and Chang fell into a state of near unconsciousness. Only low groans and a slight twitching told Heero that his bested rival was barely hanging onto his alertness.
With Heero standing aside the Chinese man was now a perfect target. Duo stepped forward sighting the pistol and this time very sure of his aim. His finger tensed on the trigger as stabbing breaths were slowed until the steadiness returned to his hand.
"You will pay you Son of Satan." Duo growled recalling Chang's unholy lasciviousness and the pleasure he had derived from Duo's pain and humiliation.
Heero straightened folding a supporting arm across his throbbing ribcage. With extra effort he kept his pain-lanced vision from dimming too much to find his way to Duo. With halting steps he moved to the side once more putting up a fleshy barrier between Duo and Chang.
Duo tilted his head curiously at Heero's unexpected move. Yuy could not be making good on his warning that if he was forced to choose sides that Duo would lose? Why would he intervene only to stand on Chang's side once more?
"Heero?" Duo voice questioned Yuy's motives.
"I can't let you kill him." Heero replied softly.
Something in his manner, the tone of his voice, told Duo that Yuy was having difficulty with the decision to protect the murdering bastard. Nothing made sense but nothing had since Maxwell's arrival at Vixen's Lair.
"Damn it Heero move or I swear I will shoot through you." Duo declared but his words lacked conviction as they rang with hollow resonance in his throat.
"I'm sorry, Duo, I can't" Heero sighed as determination sparked in his cobalt eyes.
Duo felt the gun twitch in his hand as his trigger finger tightened again. "Please Heero." he begged afraid he might not be able to control his thirst for revenge.
Heero's statement changed as he locked his brooding sight on Maxwell. "Duo," he whispered with another sigh, "have you ever kill anyone before?"
Duo tensed at the question. A punching breath caught in his chest. Slowing he shook his head negatively as the weight of his answer defeated his voice.
Heero moved closer never unlocking his steely stare from Duo's misty eyes. "I have." he stated in a matter of fact tone as if he and Duo were talking about some sports event.
"I can not let you carry that burden on your heart or it will tear you to pieces." he declared, "This is not for my sake, the damage to me has already been done, but I won't let you lose your soul to the kill as I have."
One single step put Heero directly in front of the pistol quivering in Duo's grasp. Again keeping his eyes centered Yuy reached out taking hold of the gun giving a gentle tug.
Duo relinquished without protest. Then as everything that had happened hit him with full force he collapsed into Heero's waiting arms. Sobs shook his body as Duo gave into his misery and pain.
Heero gently rubbed Duo's back offering reassuring words and promises of his protection and guidance through the hell that would surely be visited on them with Chang's recovery.
Duo pulled back seeing for the first time how battered Heero's face was. "You look awful." he tried to smile but his own injured face would not play along.
Heero did manage a slight smile wincing at the effort as he pushed stringy chestnut locks from Duo's eyes.
Duo took Heero's hand running a finger over his scraped and bruised knuckles, which were crusted with blood. "I am so sorry." Duo declared as remorseful tears pooled again.
"For what?" Heero wondered not understanding how Duo could possible believe any of this mess was his fault.
Duo swallowed hard as he fought back returning tears, "There is always trouble wherever I go. I didn't mean to get you involved."
"You have no reason for this self-condemnation. I got involved because I chose to." Heero stated knowing full well the consequences of his actions and not caring what the outcome might be."
Let's get back to the house before Chang comes around and I might have to shoot him myself." Heero suggested wrapping an arm about Duo's waist.
Duo returned the favor, as neither of them was too steady on their feet.
"You know we make a good pair." Duo announced as they started towards the house with tottering paces.
"We do?" Heero asked pushing Chang's pistol into his belt.
Duo grinned and a hint of that sparkle flashed. "Yeah right now neither of us is worth a damn."
TBC...
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