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"Pax Ultima"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, violence, language, sex Pairings: If you need to know, please email me
and I will be happy to tell you. Summary:They fought for peace, but peace took away what they loved the most. A very grim tale of suspense and betrayal, set post-canon and featuring character death. Thanks as always to the always fabulous Cuzo
for being my beta! "Pax Ultima " Chapter Four Wufei shed his jacket, revealing a form fitting, black mock turtleneck and Trowa had to stare. It was his. Wufei preferred low necks - crew cuts and v-necks and when the Preventers had issued the back shirts Wufei had promptly cut off the necks and resewn them, ignoring Duo's jibes about being a good housewife. But Trowa had always liked the high necks, the tight fit, they way the shirt hid his scars and made him have to focus on breathing, sometimes, if the shirt had just been washed and was too tight. Wufei returned his stare. Trowa gave up. He had only ever understood Wufei when they were both naked and fighting for release. He never knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling unless he could touch his cock. He walked back into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet so he was eye level with Duo and he ripped off the gag and the blindfold. Duo blinked, wincing against the harsh light and his swollen eye and the blood that had dried since the last time Trowa had soaked him. "Good to see you again," Duo quipped and Trowa punched him, lashing out fast enough to surprise both of them. Duo rocked back with the force, the chair almost tipping over, and his head banged back against the shower wall. He grinned, mouth and teeth and lips dark with blood, and spat a mouthful out into the bathtub. "Didn't we just do this? Like yesterday?" Trowa resisted the urge to hit him again. It was what Duo wanted, and he'd be damned if he gave Duo anything else that he wanted. "Nice shirt," Duo said, addressing Wufei, changing tactics, his target still Trowa. Wufei sneered and Duo chuckled. "D'you save it? Hide it from Tro when he packed his shit and came after me? Kind of funny, dontcha think? First Heero picks me and you get Tro, then Tro picks me and you get -" It was Wufei who attacked, shocking Trowa and clearly amusing Duo, who laughed once he regained his wind, recovered from the vicious kicks to his ribs and his groin. "Fellas. I know you've wanted me for a long time," Duo tried to slouch, tried to look seductive and impossibly managed to look it, tied up, naked, soaked and bleeding. "But let's take our time. I promise it's better if we draw it out a little. You know that Tro. You know how much Heero liked to take it slow - take his time with his fingers and -" Trowa had to right the chair, had to balance the unconscious weight of Duo's body and his hands slipped and he dropped the chair again, where it had fallen over with the force of his blow the first time. Wufei had to help him stand it back up. Trowa turned the shower back on, back to the coldest setting, and a moment later Duo jerked, alert and in pain. "Why did you do it?" Wufei asked, his voice as cold and empty as space and Trowa resisted the urge to lean back, to lean against him, because that comforted him beyond measure. "Do what?" Duo teased, tongue licking his lips before he spat out more blood. He shook his head, trying to move his wet bangs and Trowa saw him wince. He hoped he had a concussion, the kind of slow brain bleed that made thinking painful and his sight fuzzy. "Why did you kill Heero Yuy?" Wufei ground out. "Why d'ya think?" Duo smirked, leaning as far forward as his bonds would let him. He spat a mouthful of water and blood onto Trowa's face. "Wouldn't you like to know? Not much you ever did know, is there, Tro? Not much outside of military tactics. Sure as shit ya don't know about emotions. About life and fucking and how to make Heero -" Wufei hauled him out of the room, slammed the bathroom door shut and shoved Trowa towards the bed. "Breathe," Wufei instructed and his hands were on either side of Trowa's face, holding him, trapping him, forcing him to look in those bottomless black eyes that saw everything and knew everything he had ever tried to hide. "Fucking him isn't going to make him get it, Fei!" Duo shouted from the bathroom. "Maybe if you do it dry! Bend him over the desk and shove it up his ass and make him cry!" Wufei stepped away, went back into the bathroom and Trowa listened to the roar of his blood, felt his lungs struggle to draw in oxygen. There was the sound of a body hitting the tub, the chair a harsh thud, Duo swearing and laughing. "Put your fucking hands up." Trowa felt his entire body tense, felt his blood freeze and his stomach clench. "Fucking do it, Trowa." He complied and turned, slowly, wishing he didn't have to see it. Duo stood in the door to the bathroom, one arm wrapped around Wufei's neck, the other holding Wufei's service revolver against the Preventer's head. There was blood on Duo's face, on his wrists and ankles and the hand holding the gun but his voice was steady, his eyes deadly. "That your kit, Wufei?" Duo asked, nodding towards the black duffel bag on the bed. Wufei remained silent and Duo dug his fingers into his neck, a pressure point that Wufei had shown him once, years ago, when working out at the gym together had been the only way to stay sane. "Yes," Trowa answered for him. Duo smirked, his teeth red. "Grab the zip ties." Trowa complied without argument. "Do your feet first. Then your hands - behind your fucking back." Trowa fumbled, clumsy with fear and his eyes burned but he followed the orders. Duo pulled back the gun and then hit Wufei with enough force to knock him out before binding him as well. Trowa watched, unable to process just how fucked up this had become. Duo dumped out the duffel bag, set the gun down and pulled on the clothes, the spare Preventers uniform that Wufei had packed, and then grinned when he found a laptop. "Well, looks like I didn't waste my time with you after all," Duo muttered and blew Trowa a kiss, a spatter of blood flying in his direction. Duo spent a good half hour tapping at the keys and by the time he was done Wufei was rousing, shifting, testing his bonds. "Well, this has been a lot of fun. I keep saying we should have a reunion or something but I dunno, you two just don't... you're just not the type of assholes I'd like to spend my time with these days." Duo leveled the gun at Wufei and Trowa reacted without thought, throwing his body down on the other man. Duo's blue eyes narrowed and he swallowed hard before looking away. "Yeah, you two take care now." And with that, he was gone.
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