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"Iron Fists "Written By: ELLE and Miss Murdered Disclaimer: If Gundam Wing was ours, there'd be ONE damned cannon kiss. All for fun, fun for all! :D Rating: NC 17 Warnings: post EW, physical violence, m/m sexual
relations, cursing, you know – the typical angsty stuff! Pairings: 1x2x1, Summary: In the world of illegal cage fighting there are no rules and only the strongest survive. It is a world that Duo has been undercover in for over a year and when the Preventers fear he may have gone rogue unexpected back up arrives... Author's Notes: Miss Murdered mentioned this little
inkling to ELLE one day and several weeks later after ELLE's desire
to get into a fight peeked, ELLE asked if they might team up and write
some delicious, sexy fight scenes. All Duo's chapters are Miss Murdered's,
all Heero's are ELLE's. Enjoy! "Iron Fists "
17. Kerrigan's cell wasn't that bad. Duo thought of his times where he stayed at Treize Khushrenada's pleasure and the sadistic assholes that OZ employed purely to beat the fuck outta a fifteen year old kid and Kerrigan's crew had been restrained. So far. Only so far. Sure as hell wouldn't last, as he stretched out his legs a little in the darkness. They were going for darkness. To try and deprive him of that sense. Fine. He could deal. Darkness was something he'd lived with most of his fucking life and he found the dark comforting. There was something about total darkness that felt like being in space, in zero G, and it was like a damn cocoon or something and it wasn't unsettling to him. Not probably like Kerrigan wanted. He sure as shit should feel vulnerable - he was sat only in boxers, his ribs hurting a little from where the first few kicks and punches had landed. He could still feel the pain in the spot on his neck that had hurt like a motherfucker - the place where the Taser had made contact with his skin and created the first shocks of convulsion through his body. He had to give Kerrigan credit for that one - it was a clever ass move - having his goons barge in while he was trying to sleep wouldn't work on its own as Duo barely slept on this goddamn colony and when he did it was interrupted by the slightest noise and he would be alert, but fuck, he could live without sleep. He had lived without it during the war, lived without it when he was with Heero and they spent hours fucking and touching and sleep became something they did when their bodies had finally had too much. Sleep was something he'd do when he was dead. Heard that once somewhere. He'd sleep when he was dead. Maybe it was the entirely new experience of being Tasered that had made him a bit easier to be dragged - dragged like he had been at fifteen - that example to the colonies and prepped for his execution but he was sure the weapon had been rigged. The volts that had shuddered down his nerves felt like being fucked over by a freight train and it had made him submissive, smelt the vague scent of burnt flesh and hair or something on the air. It really had been rigged. No way in shit the Preventers or other law enforcement organisations would let that amount of electricity course through a normal civilian's body. Hell, Duo knew there were no rules on this colony, no rules so that he could be Tasered and thrown into a dark cell for however long Kerrigan wanted. They'd searched his room, his hands behind his back in thick metal cuffs that were probably a relic of OZ or some shit. In his past, that past that was a damn million years ago, when he was a thief and then a Gundam pilot, he'd have lock picks in his hair and he'd be able to unpick the locking mechanism given time but he'd long ago stopped doing that shit. He thought he was too good to get compromised. Never thought he'd back in a damn cell waiting for Heero or something outta his fucking control to happen. Kneeling on the floor of his tiny room, two of Kerrigan's men threw his shit around, looking at the meagre possessions he had. There were clothes - not many, and the candy and cigarettes he'd acquired over his time on the colony to try and get intel outta people but they had to find the tube of lube, sticky from their combined impatience on that night with Heero that seemed a lifetime ago - his room no longer smelling of sex and cum but he curled himself on his bed at night, hanging onto that grey military grade blanket thinking that somehow, Heero was fucking there with him and they had something they could never have. Each other. Love. Shit. It all seemed fucked. They had no damn chance in this world. "Look what I found," one of them said, holding the tube so that all the idiots could get the idea. He received a round of sniggers at the realisation of what it was. Maybe they wanted him to look embarrassed that they figured out he'd been fucking another man but Duo had just glared up defiantly, spasms still shifting through his body from the Taser. "Seems like an invitation, don't it?" More sniggers. The guy approached, twirling the sticky tube in his fingers until he was stood directly in front of him, a rough hand holding his jaw and forcing his head upwards. He didn't intend to look the prick in the eye but then if he looked level it would be right in the groin and that was not somewhere he wanted to look either. "Bet you're a sweet piece of ass - bet with all that hair ya could forget you're fuckin' a guy." Duo gritted his jaw, was not going to give a rise to some thug in Kerrigan's crew who was an insignificant piece of shit who was intentionally trying to get a reaction. The guy knew he'd hit a button but they weren't going to get what they wanted. They'd get to rough him up more if he fought and right now, he had nowhere to go. He could make a run but the colony was entirely controlled by Kerrigan's men and he was too damn recognisable anyway. His hair, his tattoos - all those things he shouldn't have to be an undercover operative - each tattoo a memory of another shit moment of his life. He'd keep going until there was no skin left, a patchwork of each fucked memory, those needle strokes boring into skin and making him feel actual pain rather than the ghosts he carried around in his head. He moved his head to the side sharply, those rough finger tips dislodging in the motion and though he'd said fuck, the guy didn't like it and had kicked out at his stomach, the pain joining that of the Taser and forcing him to the floor. "Get him on his hands and knees." It was then that Duo received most of his damn injuries. It was one thing he'd always damn prided himself on - that he'd come from the shithole that he had, that he'd seen the stuff people did to each other and he'd never been forced or made to do anything he didn't want to. That no one had damn touched him apart from Heero - yeah, Milliardo he'd allowed a few gropes for the whole undercover shit but no one had gone over that fucking line and no one ever would. OZ didn't, sadistic assholes as they were, seemed they had some self-respect. Wondered if that came from the top, couldn't really see Treize getting his hands truly dirty - would have to ask Milliardo that shit. The hands stopped before anything could happen - he seriously didn't want to think about how Heero would take that information if it ever got to him. Heero was possessive enough and pissed enough when he thought Milliardo had fucked him... if anything else - damn, he wouldn't want to see the carnage. Duo had a feeling that no one would get off the colony alive. "He is not to be harmed," said a smooth voice from the doorway and he didn't need to raise his head to see Milliardo. At least it had stopped Kerrigan's men. They'd only manhandled him to the cell, kicked him a few more damn times but left him in there in the dark to crawl to the find the walls and prop himself up against the cold steel. He supposed Milliardo would want a thank you but like fuck he'd give one. He could sit in the cell and feel damn sorry for himself - that he was too good to be compromised and he'd probably been compromised because of Heero being here like a mindfuck - his focus fucked because Heero made him feel shit and remember shit and his touch was the only thing in his life that he craved or wanted. Yet he had to think that he had Heero. Had Heero here in this godforsaken place and they could do what they wanted to him - break his fingers, pull teeth, shit, they could use the Taser again and he would not give him up. And Heero would have to contact HQ - would have to ask for the goddamn extraction team and gather as much intel and bring this whole colony down and Kerrigan without him. Fuck. He hated being the one in the cell but shit, he had to have faith in Heero - that his head was in the game enough, that he wouldn't lose whatever control he had left and complete the mission. "Don't you fucking get it? You are more than a goddamned mission!" He heard himself say those words, in his own room, before they fell to the bed and Heero let him inside... not just for sex but opened himself up completely. Fuck. He'd been trying to save Heero from that bunker, from that place where he erected walls and let him in and then they'd said the love word in that dirty bathroom and he didn't know where Heero's fucking head was. That he had not to lose his shit now. He had to have faith in damn Heero that he could get them both off as he was clear outta the game. Fucked. Done. The brightness of the door opening made Duo realise that some of light deprivation had fucking worked as his eyes stung from the brightness and then it was made damn worse by the strip lighting in the cell being put on. He couldn't move his arms to shield his eyes as they were still secured in the cuffs behind his back and closing his eyes did little. He heard the footsteps and the door being slammed behind the single visitor. He expected Kerrigan. They'd want to know the story - try to intimidate him and use pain or whatever other method to get him to talk but as he opened his eyes to slits it was the one person he really didn't want to see him weak. "I told them not to hurt you," Milliardo said, standing above him, towering over him from his position on the floor. "I'm meant to thank you for that, your fucking Highness?" "That little scene would've been a lot worse without my intervention." "So you do want some gratitude?" His eyes adjusting, he could make out Milliardo's expression and it looked less smug than their previous meetings and there was something... cold about the look in those blue eyes. "I just thought it would be an indignity that you did not entirely deserve." "Gang rape is an indignity, huh? You are a pompous piece of shit." "And as I've said before... you are positively charming." Duo used the wall to get to his feet, not comfortable with his position on the floor, the cold against his naked back seeming to create ripples of pain through his abused flesh but he didn't like being at Milliardo's goddamn feet. Milliardo watched his awkward movements, his eyes trailing down his torso to the new eagle and all the smaller mementos on his skin, the cross, the stupid spider, the Latin script, the scythe, the small sugar skull, the dove... and he felt more exposed than he wanted to be. Not just because he was near as damn naked but he really didn't like the look in Milliardo's eyes as it said... regret? More emotion than the Ice fucking Prince was capable of. "I am sorry," he said, finally, his eyes no longer looking at Duo's body. "I told you I was never the good guy in this situation." "You..." "You'll understand that I had to protect myself... that you are getting too close and I had no choice. You understand that my own position in the post-war world is more important than yours... It would do no good for my dear sister for this to come out. No good for your precious Heero and his devotion to her if the world she created crumbles..." Even though his hands were behind his back, even though he was still suffering the aftershocks of the damn Taser and the beating by Kerrigan's goons Duo had still spent over a year on the fucking colony and he sure as shit didn't need his hands to kick Milliardo's ass. This time, his reflexes were ever so slightly off kilter, his limbs reacting a few seconds too late and though he kicked out trying to take Milliardo's feet from out underneath him, he managed to cause pain, his bare foot hard against knee but it was not enough as Milliardo swiped his fist across his face, hard, enough to see stars and it made Duo remember that he may be pretending to be the Preventer, the Peacecraft, the diplomat or whatever he wanted to be but underneath it he was a soldier. A killer. The crazy motherfucker who planned eternal winter on Earth. He was still that guy aboard Libra - that guy willing to kill again and again. And Duo fucking wasn't anymore. Wanted something else. No, fuck, he didn't want the apartment and the plush bed and the rings and the mortgage or whatever convention told him he should want but he wanted Heero however they could get it to goddamn work. Find a version of home in each other. Find a place without bunkers and hiding and shutting down and a world where they weren't goddamn soldiers willing to do anything for a mission. He tried another kick out but found himself on his knees, spitting blood from his mouth where his teeth had bitten down into his flesh and Milliardo was breathing heavily, wiping a bloody knuckle against his jeans. "You won't get away with this shit - Heero'll kick your fucking ass like he did in the war, you cock sucking, lying - " Milliardo cut him off with a harsh kick to his stomach, winding him effectively - if he could speak he would've told him he was a fucking coward, kicking him when he was down - tell him he was pathetic and Heero was twice the man he'd ever be... "Heero loves her. He wouldn't jeopardise her. When the Preventers come, I won't be here and he will not report me... we have already agreed to that... and then when Kerrigan and his men are arrested and the dust settles... this place is mine." Duo took in the words, his chest aching somewhere that wasn't due to the damn beating. Yeah, Heero loved Relena - she was his hope or something. More than Duo could ever be as he disappeared and he left and he wasn't what Heero needed - wasn't steady and reassuring. He was damaged goods - still too scared to really love someone because hell, he didn't deserve that. Didn't deserve deep blue eyes, soft lips, wild hair, calloused fingers and every scar, mark, bullet hole. Didn't deserve that whispered, "I love you." Wanted to deserve him... wanted to be the man Heero needed but she was better than he could ever be. "Heero will never go along with you." "He will... if not, you will be fighting for your life in the cages. I can guarantee that you will not survive it." Maybe he was weakened, a little breathless, his chest hurting, the pain of the Taser and Milliardo's punches but still he used his right shoulder, rising from his kneeling position and forcing it hard against his chest, pushing him hard towards the wall. It was unexpected, the force, the anger, the jolt of bone and muscle and it overwhelmed him for a moment before Milliardo regained the upper hand once again. The blow was harder, his lip splitting under the pressure and this time when he sprawled to the floor he barely had the strength to pull himself up until he felt the hand on his hair - the kid in him screaming about someone touching it who wasn't damn allowed - pulling him up harshly so that Milliardo could kneel and look him in the eye. Duo spat. The blood and saliva mixing and it hit Milliardo's face with the intended accuracy. "Fuck you." Milliardo only smirked, wiped the blood from his face and rose back to his feet. "You might need that spirit. It might be time for the Demon to make a reappearance." With that, he let go of Duo's braid and which forced his head to cold metal floor and was leaving the tiny cell, the strip lighting turned off and the door closing behind him. He slowly rolled onto his back, the cuffs underneath him uncomfortable yet so was the pain in his chest and the sharp taste of blood in his mouth. "Heero..." he said in the darkness, his voice raspy against split lips. "You gotta get outta here without me... take that bastard down..." He knew he was talking to nothing but four walls but he licked at the blood and continued. "I love you... but you deserve something better... finish the mission." Duo rolled onto his side, his cheek against the cold metallic floor and thought about trying to damn sleep as really there was nothing else he could fucking do.
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