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"My Sweet Angel"Written By: Gypsie 1201 Pairings: 13x2, background 3x4, 1xR, 6x5 Warnings: Angst, AU, Bondage, Language, Lemon,
Attempted NCS, OC’s, OOC-ness, Sap, Slavery, Violence Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of
its characters nor will I make any money from the creation of this
story. Feedback: All is welcome and much appreciated. Beta reading by Chelle. A/N: This is the sequel to “Angel” and takes place 6 months following its end. Summary: A clandestine affair takes on a new meaning
when Duo Maxwell, pilot of the gundam Deathscythe Hell, is captured
by OZ soldiers. To what lengths will his lover go to keep him safe,
especially if that lover happens to be the leader of OZ? `…' thoughts "My Sweet Angel " Chapter 1 Slowly emerging from a thoroughly sated sleep, Duo Maxwell, teenage terrorist and pilot of the gundam Deathscythe Hell, rolled over and snuggled kittenishly into the chest of the man lying behind him on the bed. The bed itself was king-sized with a wine red, crushed velvet comforter, gold satin sheets, and plenty of plush throw pillows to make it feel like a harem. Of course, most of the pillows had been tossed or pushed to the floor the previous night but enough remained to maintain the appearance. The headboard and footboard were made from deep cherry wood with intricately carved leaves and flower blossoms twining around the four tall posts and the other furnishings in the room, much like the bed, were done in rich shades of burgundies and golds that, instead of looking gaudy, lent the room a cultured and sophisticated flare. Breathing a soft sigh as his mind came fully awake, Duo continued to cuddle close to the ginger-haired man whose arms were wrapped firmly around his naked body, even though his internal clock was telling him he needed to be up and dressed in a half an hour; he could not find it within himself to leave his lover’s embrace. After all, they were only able to see each other once or twice a month and each time, it was harder for them to part than the last. “You need to get dressed soon.” Treize Khushrenada’s soft voice said, breaking into his mussing and signifying that his lover was already awake as well “I know.” Duo sighed softly. “Just a few minutes won’t hurt though.” He finished as he once again rubbed his cheek against the man’s chest. “You keep doing that; it won’t be just a few minutes.” the ginger-haired man scolded, yet his voice held a hint of humor at the teen’s actions. Pulling back marginally so he could turn his large, violet eyes upwards, the teen looked Treize in the eye and for a moment, the sadness the man saw lingering in their depths causing his heart to twist. However, the look quickly vanished as the teen pulled on his familiar joker mask and smiled coquettishly up at him. “Oh, is that a fact? Well, wouldn’t want that to happen now would we?” ‘On the contrary.’ Treize thought with his own sadness. ‘I would do just about anything to keep you right where you are.’ However, instead of voicing his impossible thoughts, the OZ general smiled lovingly at the boy before pulling away from their embrace and moving toward the edge of the bed. “I’ll have a quick breakfast sent in.” he said as he pulled on a pair of silk pajama pants. “What would you like?” “Just something simple.” Duo answered. “It’s gonna be a long drive back to Deathscythe so I’ll grab something more on the way.” Dragging himself to the edge of the bed as well, Duo climbed from under the covers, presenting the taller man with the sight of his lithe, unclothed body, causing him to groan softly as he felt the reaction the sight always caused in him and he tried desperately to control it. However, having caught the nearly inaudible sound, Duo grinned mischievously as he sauntered up to the man and wrapped deceptively slim arms around his neck. “Mind if I take a quick shower before breakfast?” Duo practically purred, enjoying the feel of their bare chests pressed together as he felt his own cock respond. “You know you’re more than welcome to anything and everything I have.” Treize whispered as his arms came up to wrap around the boy’s slim waist, pulling them even closer. “I like the sound of that.” The violet-eyed pilot breathed before capturing the man’s lips in a deep kiss, their tongues meeting and battling in a bid for dominance that neither really wanted to win. As the kiss continued to deepen, finely manicured hands ran down the supple skin of Duo’s back until they curved around the round globes of his ass, giving them a firm squeeze as he slowly and torturously ground his hips into the small body in his arm, drawing a low, deep moan from the pilot’s throat. Finally pulling back after enjoying the kiss for several long moments, the Deathscythe pilot took a step back from his lover, his hard cock standing tall and proud before giving the man a saucy wink and smirk then walked passed the OZ general and headed toward the bathroom and a shower. “Have to save that for later.” he called over his shoulder before disappearing behind the door. Meanwhile, Treize felt himself groan softly once again at seeing that pert ass and long sway of hair sashaying across the room and he quickly readjusted himself in his pants before heading to the other room to order breakfast. ******************** As it was, a quick breakfast and an even quicker goodbye was all that was allotted to them that morning, which was the norm following their times spent together. It had been just over six months since the night they had met at the “Heaven’s Door” nightclub and with Treize’s help; the gundam pilots were beginning to turn the tide of the war. Unfortunately, that was one of the reasons they had to leave each other so soon since Duo was due back with the other pilots to finish planning a joint attack that would occur in the next week. Treize meanwhile was supposed to be leaving for OZ’s new mountain base located in India where he would be spending the next month and a half. Knowing they would not be able to see each other until his time at the base was at an end, they had arranged to spend the weekend together; two short days following six weeks of forced loneliness though could never be enough. So it was with heavy hearts they said their goodbyes before Duo snuck quickly back through the current base to where he had left his motorcycle in the woods not far from the perimeter fence. ******************** Arriving at the safe house the pilots were using nearly three hours later, the violet-eyed teen was immediately assaulted by a very worried looking Quatre Winner. “Are you alright?” the blonde pilot of Sandrock asked, his eyes immediately scanning the other’s slight form for any signs of injury. “Take it easy Quat. You ask me that every time and every time I tell you the same thing; I’m fine.” “Baka, we just worry about you.” Heero said as he walked in from the kitchen to give his best friend a quick look over as well. “I can handle myself you know. Just because I got into a little trouble during that one mission doesn’t mean it’s gonna happen again.” Duo said, rolling his eyes in exasperation before pulling a data disk from his jacket pocket. “The latest information from our informer.” Passing the disk to Heero, he and Quatre followed the dark-haired boy into the living room where they sat down on the couch to either side of him. The blue-eyed boy then slipped the disk into the drive on his laptop before accessing the data it contained. Within seconds, lines of code began running across the screen and only their accelerated training allowed them to understand what it showed. “They’ve changed the program parameters for the mobile dolls’ attack software.” Heero muttered as he continued to scan the data. “Yeah, but it’s still not capable of making decision changes like a human would.” Duo pointed out. “True.” Heero nodded then shut the program down and popped the disk out. “We’ll look at this later; right now we have a mission to plan.” Closing the screen of his laptop, Heero and the other two gundam pilots headed off for the kitchen where the remaining two members of their team where eating dinner and waiting on their presence. ******************** For the next week, the five pilots concentrated on planning for their upcoming mission. It was a simple search and destroy where they would take all five gundams and wipe out one of the bases responsible for mobile doll production. According to the information given to them by their handlers, the base had approximately fifty Taurus suits and twenty Aries, meaning they would have their work cut out for them. Luckily though, the mobile dolls were still in the production stage and not operational since it was believed there were over two hundred at the base. It was decided during the early stages of the planning that Heero and Wufei would head directly for the hangers housing the dolls with Trowa guarding their backs, knowing they would draw the majority of the counterattack. This left Duo and his hyperjammers to go after the main installation and its power station while Quatre stood as his backup if anything went wrong. Finally, the day of the attack arrived and, powering up their gundams, they headed toward the OZ base that was their target. Having to come in low to avoid radar, it took them nearly a half an hour to reach the base and, not wasting any time, they immediately attacked. However, they quickly learned that the information given to them was inaccurate either that, or the base had decided to increase the amount of suits it housed between the time the information was gathered and the attack. Either way, they soon found themselves facing nearly a hundred Taurus and fifty Aries suits. Knowing they were outnumbered and in real danger of falling to enemy hands, Heero immediately called a retreat. Unfortunately, Duo was too far inside the base perimeter by that time and soon found himself completely surrounded by enemy suits. Quatre, who was busy with his own contingency of suits, could do nothing to reach his friend. “Get out of here Quat.” Duo yelled as he swung his beam scythe, cleaving the closest Taurus in half and removing the right arm from another. Twirling the glowing green blade around for another assault, he also turned his gundam, hoping against hope he could find a weakness in their lines. “No Duo, I’m not leaving you.” Quatre’s strained voice returned. The blonde pilot was currently cutting through the suits between him and the longhaired pilot with his twin, curved blades. However, Duo knew if he came much further, he would be trapped as well and the last thing they needed was for two pilots to be captured or killed. ‘I’m sorry Treize.’ Duo’s mind whispered to his absent lover. ‘I tried.’ Suddenly, one of the enemy suits managed to land a strike with its beam cannon, throwing the braided pilot against the chest harness that kept him secured in his seat. “Duo!” Quatre called, his movements increasing at seeing the hit his friend had taken. “No Quatre.” Duo called back, his voice hoarse as the pain from the straps cutting into his chest made his vision blur. “Get out of here dammit; we can’t afford to lose two of us.” “We can’t afford to lose one of us!” the blonde yelled back. “Dammit, I’m already lost.” Duo screamed as another shot hit Deathscythe square in the chest. “You can’t reach me without getting trapped yourself and there’s no way I’m getting out of here. Now get the fuck going!” “Duo.” Quatre’s choked reply came to him and he felt his own heart break. “He’s right Quatre.” Heero’s soft voice came across the comm. even as Wing Zero landed beside Sandrock and began to pull him away from the fight. “No, there has to be a way.” the blonde stated, however he could quite clearly see the remaining suits that had given up the chase of Shenlong and Heavyarms headed in their direction and with Deathscythe still more than three hundred feet away, there was just no way they could make it to him and back out before the reinforcements arrived. “I’ll try to keep these jokers busy while you guys escape.” Duo said, his scythe once again swinging in an arch, keeping the majority of the enemy out of his immediate vicinity. “Duo--” “Go dammit!” By this time, some of the reinforcements had made it to their position, giving Quatre and Heero a hard time cutting their way free. Eventually though, they made it through and took off in the direction that Wufei and Trowa had already gone. Turning his cameras back to watch the continuing battle, Quatre watched as the surrounding suits began bombarding Duo’s gundam with shots from their beam cannons. Knowing the violet-eyed pilot would not be able to last much longer against such an attack, the blue-eyed pilot felt tears begin to trail down his cheeks as one hand strayed toward the screen. Back on the battlefield, Duo found himself being thrown around like a rag doll within his harnesses. While the blasts from the enemy suits were not enough to pierce his gundam’s shell, the force was enough to cause the pilot quite a bit of problems. Finally, one blast managed to cleave his suits right arm, leaving him without his scythe and since he had already used the buster shield and all his ammunition, it also left him defenseless. Once again, he sent a silent apology to his ginger-haired lover even as his hand reached for the self-destruct button. However, before he could take that final step, another blast, this one to the gundam’s chest, caused his harness to snap and he was sent flying into the control panel directly in front of him. In one brief flash, he saw a pair of piercing blue eyes and then there was only darkness. ******************** Walking leisurely through one of the many hallways within the mountain base, for which construction had only completed three weeks prior, Treize ran through the latest information concerning the mobile doll program sent to him by Zech Marquise, his second in command. However, his contemplation was soon interrupts as a young soldier came running toward him, the look in his eye indicating that something had happened. “General Treize.” the soldier said as he came
to a stop before the ginger-haired man, snapping a salute in recognition
of his rank. “We just received word that the gundams attacked the Fort Simms base in Eastern Europe.” the man informed. ‘Ah, so that’s the base you were supposed to be planning to hit while we were together.’ Treize thought, fighting the smile that tried to cross his lips. Aloud he said, “And the outcome.” “As you’re well aware, we’d just increase the number to troops stationed a Simms figuring the gundams would target it soon.” the man continued, his eyes taking on a decidedly haughtily expression. “The gundums didn’t stand a chance against that much firepower.” Treize could literally feel his world coming to a screeching
halt as visions of his violet-eyed love flashed before his eyes. However,
he was not ready to give up hope and he turned his attention back
to the soldier who was still relaying the details concerning the attack. Once again, the feeling of loss permeated the OZ general’s world and he had to fight against leaning on the wall beside him as his knees turned to jelly. Finally though, he managed to swallow the lump in his throat as he asked the one question he somehow already knew the answer to, “Which one?” “The black one, sir, gundam 02.” ‘Oh god, oh god, oh god.’ Treize’s mind screamed, he could not taking losing Duo like this. Even with the short time they had been together, he knew that without the gregarious and wild teen in his life, he would be nothing and the mere thought of losing that light, made his world all that much darker. “What about the pilot?” he asked, amazed that his voice sounded so firm and in control since he himself felt hallow and panicked. “He survived.” the man stated with a shake of his head. “I don’t know what the rebels did to those kids; I swear they’re not even human anymore. How he survived nearly getting his head bashed in on his own control panel, not to mention the numerous hit he took before his cockpit harnesses snapped, is beyond me. Right now he’s on his way to the Monticello base for interrogation.” “No.” Treize heard himself say, even as his mind riveted on the fact that Duo was still alive. “Sir?” “I said no, I want the pilot brought here. I will interrogate him myself.” he stated with his usual air of command, having finally regained his composure. However, deep inside where he would not let himself look at that moment, he knew he was possibly making a very terrible choice. By having Duo brought to the mountain base, he was more than likely condemning him to life as an OZ prisoner since, no matter how good he was at sneaking on and off normal bases, an escape attempt from this one would only lead to his death. The mere thought though of Duo being tortured and someone else putting their hands on that satiny skin he so loved, made his blood boil and in that moment he knew he would take the consequences for his decision if it meant keeping his lover safe. “But sir--” “Do not question my order.” Treize snapped. “I said have the boy brought here and I want him in one piece, is that understood?” “Yes sir.” the soldier snapped off a salute.
Knowing his orders would now be followed through, the ginger-haired
man continued past the young soldier toward where his quarters had
been setup, suddenly feeling the need to lie down. Waking slowly, Duo felt like he had been run over by his own gundam. Still keeping his eyes closed and breathing normal, he did a quick assessment of his injuries and was surprised to find that a couple bruised ribs and quite possibly a mild concussion from the blow to the head were the only major injuries he had sustained. Everything else appeared to be minor cuts, scrapes, and bruises from being thrown around the cockpit and while they hurt like the devil, they would not slow him down when he chose to make his escape. With that thought in mind, he turned his attention to the detection of his current location. The feel of the cold, vibrating floor under his back as well as his cuffed hands and the sound of several people breathing confirmed that he had been taken prisoner and was more than likely on an OZ troop transport headed for the closest base to be interrogated. This was immediately verified when one of the guards watching him banged on the wall separating the cab from the back and asked how much longer until they arrived at their destination. Knowing he would not be able to feign sleep forever but still wanting to steal a look around prior to the normal knock and drag that OZ soldier put their prisoners through, he let loose a soft yet convincing moan and rolled over onto his side. “Looks like sleeping beauty’s coming out of it.” one of the guards stated. “Bout damn time.” another grumbled. “Quit the chatter.” yet another snapped, this one from directly behind Duo and from the tone of his voice, the braided pilot could tell he was the one in charge. Silence once again ruled the transport after that and being very careful, Duo cracked first one then the other eye open just enough to let him see the area immediately in front of him. As it turned out, the view was not much but he did see three pairs of boots on that side and with the inclusion of the guy behind him, that meant there were at least four guards plus the driver of the truck. Letting his eyes close once again, he began calculating his chances of making his escape prior to their arrival at whatever base they were headed to. The throbbing in his head and ribs however made the decision for him and he knew he would have to wait until they had healed at least a bit more before trying anything as grand as that. “Well, well, looks like our guest really is awake.” the soldier behind him stated, nudging him with the toe of his boot and causing him to groan slightly at the pressure on his ribs. “If this is how you treat guest, I’d hate so see how you’d treat your friends.” Duo slurred, knowing that his ruse was over so he no longer had to remain quiet. However, as was usual for him, his smart comment earned him a harder nudge, one that had him curled up tight around the pain in his side. “Think you’re a funny man, huh? Well, I’ll give you something to be funny about, hand me that stuff and hold him down. We’re almost there anyways.” the soldier stated and the next thing Duo knew he was flat on his back with his cuffed arms stretched over his head as the aforementioned soldier prepped a syringe. “What the hell’s that?” he said, gasping through the pain the stretching caused his ribs. “Just a little something our scientists cooked up.” the man said as he leered at the pinned pilot. “Supposed to keep you nice and docile, perfect for his Excellency’s new little pet.” His eyes growing impossibly wide as the man approached with the needle, Duo tried desperately to struggle out of the others’ hold, but in his weaken condition, he only succeeded in hurting himself even more. Still, he could not simply let them inject that stuff into him and he fought them with everything he had. “Hold him still dammit; General Khusrenada said he wanted him in one piece.” the soldier holding the needled said as he ripped the sleeve of Duo’s right arm open. “I still don’t understand why the General would want him brought to the mountain base.” the one holding his arm stated. “Monticello has the best interrogators in all of OZ; it only makes sense to send him there.” “Come on, even I’ve heard of the General’s tastes for young, pretty boys, and this one definitely falls into that category.” the one gripping his legs leered and the look the man was giving him at that moment caused Duo’s skin to crawl. “Shut it up you lot, and Davidson, keep your eyes to yourself. This little dish goes to his Excellency and no one else is to touch him, got it?” “Yes, sir.” Davidson said, but the longhaired pilot could tell he was not entirely sincere about it. However, before he could worry anymore about the man, the needle was suddenly jabbed into the upper part of his arm and the amber liquid was injected into his blood stream. For a long moment after the needle was removed, nothing happened. The two soldiers continued to hold him down while the one with the syringe watched him carefully and the last soldier kept his rifle trained on the pilot’s head. However, just as he was thinking the high tolerance for drugs that Professor G had given him was going to come in handy, he felt a haziness, almost like a fog, settle over his mind. Coherent thoughts became harder and harder to hold on to and what was worse, he could no longer find a reason to fight the hold the soldiers had on him. In fact, the feel of their hands, even on his clothed flesh, was sending shivers down his spine. Thankfully, just as he felt panic begin to set in, a welcomed warmth washed through his body and a soft moan escaped his lips before consciousness slipped away once again. ~ * ~
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