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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 2 Treize stalked determinedly through the halls of the new mountain base, his eyes straight forward and his thoughts in complete chaos. He had just spent the last hour speaking with one of his captains, an Adam Taylor, who had been one of the guards to escort Duo in following his capture. When he had first cornered the man, he had only wanted to make sure that the braided pilot had made the trip relatively unharmed but had ended up listening to the man complain about the abilities of the men who had been assigned to him. Finally, when he could take no more, he used the excuse of an important meeting to attend to slip out the door before the captain could stop him. His first thought after leaving Captain Taylor was to go directly to the detention area to see if his little lover was truly all right. However, knowing how improper it would appear, not to mention the chance of blowing his cover and further endangering the boy, he headed for his quarters instead, intent on eating supper and having a good night’s sleep before he had to face the teen. If he could eat or sleep, that is. Knowing that Duo might be seriously injured was not going to do much for his appetite. Removing his jacket as soon as the door to his quarters
shut behind him, he tossed it to land on one of the high-backed chairs
that sat in front of his desk before starting on his shirt. All the
while, he moved across the room toward the doorway that led to his
bedroom. As soon as he crossed the threshold though, he found himself
frozen in place as he stared in utter shock at what he found on his
bed. Walking closer, until he was standing directly at the bedside, the blue-eyed general quickly discovered several other adornments that, for a moment he did not recognize. But when he finally did, the realization caused his blood to run cold. Around each ankle was a gold circlet, each about an inch thick, that he could see actually locked together somehow and upon further examination, he found similar circlets around each wrist, binding the teen’s arms behind his back. Finally, around Duo’s neck, he found what appeared to be a gold necklace that, given the other binding, Treize guessed was actually a collar. With shaking hands and not so steady knees, Treize gracelessly slumped down to sit on the side of the bed. The realization of how and why Duo had been left on his bed in this state finally shot through him and not for the first time, he questioned his decision to have the boy brought to the base. But he only allowed himself a few minutes to wallow in his self-recrimination before turning to the prone teen once again. Deciding his first item of business would be the circlets binding the boy’s arms and legs, since he knew Duo would not appreciate waking up to find himself bound, he scooted down until he was level with Duo’s feet. Then pulling them toward him, he looked the circlets over carefully. Luckily, it only took him a moment to figure them out and was able to release them from one another, although, no matter how he studied at them, he simply could not figure out how to remove them all together. With no other option than to leave them for now, he moved back up the bed so he could release the boy’s thin wrists before situating Duo onto his back on the bed. He was a little worried that the teen had not woken up through his actions, but brushed it aside as he bent to take a closer look at the collar around Duo neck. Before he could examine it properly though, he happened to glance at the nightstand beside the bed, noticing a folded sheet of stationary with a black object resting on top of it. Reaching over, he picked both up and examined the object first. It was about the size of a credit card, only a bit thicker with three, flush buttons located down the front; one red, one yellow, and one green. Not knowing what the device could be for, he placed it on the bed before unfolding the stationary and reading the scrawled words. Your Excellency, Per your instructions, the gundam pilot 02 is now promptly delivered for your enjoyment. I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of dressing him appropriately and equipping him in accordance with his new life. The wrist and ankle manacles as well at the collar have electronic locks and can only be removed with the remote that I have left with this note. The green button releases them but I wouldn’t suggest doing so. In addition, the collar is a training/discipline device. Pushing the yellow button on the remote delivers a mild shock that will cause him some pain but no lasting effects. Press the red button though and the shock will render him unconscious although, once again, no lasting damage will be inflicted. As an added precaution, the collar is also set to a frequency-based boundary system. At this moment, the boundary only includes your suite but it can be widened as needed. If for some reason he manages to escape and crosses the boundary, the collar will deliver the strongest shock possible, once again rendering him unconscious. I do hope you enjoy your new toy. My admiration, Furious, horrified, shocked. These were all emotions that the OZ general felt as he read and reread those plain, black words before watching the paper slip from his suddenly numb fingers. The truth of the collar as it was now revealed left a cold pit in his stomach that he feared would never subside. What was even worse, the fact that there was no mention of interrogation in the man’s note, meant that they were confident of why the teen had being brought to the base, confident of the exact reason Treize had wanted the boy. “Toy.” he whispered harshly before slumping forward and burying his face in his hands. Fortunately, before he could work himself up into an even more outraged state, his train of thought was broken by a soft moan from the small figure on the bed behind him. Whipping around nearly hard enough to give himself whiplash, Treize quickly scooted closer to Duo as he watched those beautiful violet eyes slowly blink open. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly as he leaned over and placed one hand reassuringly on the boy’s cheek, his thumb gently stroking the high cheekbone. But instead of receiving an answer, the pilot’s arms came up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him down into a hungry and demanding kiss. At first, the OZ General was so shocked by his little lover’s actions he did not protest. Besides, it was not like they had not shared many a waking minute engaged in just this exercise since their relationship had started. But as the kiss continued to deepen and become more desperate, he began to struggle, finally breaking the teen’s hold and pulling back. “Duo, what’s gotten into you?” “Don’t know.” the longhaired teen gasped as he began to writhe wantonly on the bed; the display causing a reaction in Treize he was all too familiar with and he fought it down as quickly as he could. Now was not the time for amorous thoughts, but as the boy hands began sliding along his leg he was finding it harder and harder to ignore. “Injected me with something. Need you, please. Need….” Duo begged, his words breaking off in a whimper as his wondering hands made their way up his inner thigh. “Injected you?” Treize asked, the very words cooling his ardor faster than a cold shower could. “Injected you with what?” Duo though was beyond words and with a desperate moan,
his hands reached forward and began tugging at the belt on the man’s
uniforms pants. For one long moment, Treize, lost in his shock and
worry over what could have been given to the longhaired teen, did
nothing as those nimble little fingers released his belt and began
pulling at the single button. Finally though, just as those fingers
managed to brush across his exposed cock, he broke from his thoughts,
grasping the small wrists in his hands and forcing them down to the
bed to either side of the boy’s head. Without knowing exactly
what his captain had given the small pilot and fearing what other
effects it may have, he wanted to keep him as still as possible before
calling the base medic. However, the reaction he received was completely
opposite of what he had expected. Instead of calming or perhaps continuing
to plead as he had done when he first refused, Duo arched violently
off the bed and cried out sharply. Afraid that he had hurt him, even
unintentionally, Treize immediately released him and jumped from the
bed. The tall general could only stand and watch in horrified fascination as the teen continued to pleasure himself on the huge, king-sized bed. ‘An aphrodisiac.’ his mind supplied and he suddenly found himself in a moral dilemma. The only definite way of dealing with the drug would be for Duo to burn it out of his system and since sex would be the best answer for that, he was sorely tempted to give in to the teen. However, in his altered state of mind, Treize could not help but feel like he would be taking advantage of his little lover if he did so. Duo though had no qualms about what he wanted. With deft movements, he easily slid the gauzy pants down from his hips until they were bunched around his ankles, allowing his painful erection to spring free. Then, keeping his eyes locked with the older man, he spread his knees wide, grasping his cock in one hand while the other cupped his balls and began rolling them between his fingers. His loud moans soon filled the room, adding to Treize’s discomfort but it was the look of unadulterated lust in those violet pools that finally snapped the general’s control; with shaking hands and jerky movement, he began divesting himself of his remaining clothing. “Just a moment more, my Angel.” he breathed as the last of his clothing was tossed aside and he climbed back onto the bed. Instantly, Duo plastered himself to his side and began rubbing against him almost desperately, his small hands in constant movement as he begged wordlessly. Moving quickly, not giving himself a chance to think very hard about what he was about to do, Treize flipped Duo onto his stomach, pulled those see-through pants the rest of the way off with one tug and spreading his long legs to allow him to settle between them. Beneath him, Duo cried out sharply as the feeling of vulnerability the position gave swept through him and the general could not hold his own moan of need from escaping his lips as he allowed his hands to travel along the smooth expanse of his lover’s back. Then, while keeping one hand pressed to Duo’s spine, he reached over to the bedside table, jerking the top drawer open, and extracting the jar of lubricant that he kept there. Screwing the lid off with his teeth, he placed the jar on the bed beside them before dipping three fingers into the slippery substance and spreading the pale cheeks in front of him. He wasted no time after that in pushing the first inside. After that, the preparation was quick as the second and third fingers followed the first in stretching the teen’s entrance. All the while, Duo writhed and begged Treize to hurry. Finally, although he knew he was rushing it, the blue-eyed man pulled the fingers out and slathered a good amount of the slippery substance on his own aching cock before finally laying himself along the teen’s back. Then grasping his erection with his right hand and propping himself up with his left, he guided himself to that tight hole, pushing in at a slow pace until he was completely seated. Through all this, Duo could do nothing but moan and twist as the pleasure kept mounting inside him, stronger and more intense than he had ever felt before in his life. And while somewhere deep in his mind he knew it was the drug they had given him that was the source of it, he simply could not stop the craving that gripped him mind, body, and soul. Then, with slowness he would have rather forgone, that cock he hunger after more than air was fully inside him and his only thought was that he wanted the man above him to move, to build the fire until it finally burst into a wildfire that would consume him completely. “Shh, Duo.” Treize breathed into the boy’s ear as he fought his own raging desire. Duo was moving beneath him in a way that made it nearly impossible to keep still. But he knew if he moved too soon he would only hurt the teen, something he swore he would never do. “Shh, Angel. You have to give yourself time to adjust.” “No, Treize.” Duo whimpered. “I need it. I need it hard and fast. And I need it now. I feel like I’m gonna die if you don’t move.” “It’s the drugs, Duo.” “I know.” the boy moaned as he finally managed to shove his hips backwards, forcing the general even deeper inside of him. “Just move, dammit.” No longer able to hold back after Duo’s entreaty, Treize slowly drew himself from within the teen’s tight heat before pushing forward once again only with a bit more force. After that, the only sounds that filled the room were moans and screams as Treize thrust long and hard into the boy’s more than willing body. Duo’s cries for more and harder were easily fulfilled and the man thought for sure he had died and gone to heaven. Even the best sex cannot last forever though and as he felt his orgasm approaching, he wormed his hand under Duo’s body and took the teen’s cock in his hand. It only took three pulls before Duo screamed and arched his back, his creamy seed coating the general’s hand an instant later. This was Treize’s cue and with only two more thrusts, he also cried out his passion, pumping himself into the smaller body beneath him before collapsing across the boy’s back. For several long moments, Treize felt like he would never move again. His arms and legs felt like lead weights had been attached to them and it took a great amount of energy for him to manage to push himself to the side in order to not crush Duo beneath him. But Duo had other ideas and as soon as he could move, he pushed the general over onto his back and quickly straddled his hips; his passion darkened eyes still half-lidded as they gazed down at him. “Duo?” “Need you.” the teen demanded before leaning down and capturing the general’s mouth in a deep kiss. Meanwhile, his hands began moving frantically over the man’s lean body, finding the spots he knew would draw a reaction. For one moment, Treize actually thought to fight his lover on this. But the near desperation of Duo’s movements proved more than anything that the drug was still quite strong in his blood stream so he reluctantly wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him close and feeling the boy’s erection digging into his stomach. Amazingly, even though he was not sure it would be possible after the amazing bout of sex they had just endured, it only took a few minutes for Treize’s own erection to return, something that did not escape the braided teen’s attention. With a heated smirk, Duo wasted no time in raising himself over the man’s cock and before the general could lodge a complaint, the boy impaled himself in one swift plunge. “Oh god.” Duo screamed, his head snapping backwards even as his eyes rolled back in his head. Treize immediately reached up to grasp his hips to hold him still, hoping to keep the teen from hurting himself any further. “Duo.” he gritted through clenched teeth. “You shouldn’t have--“ “No.” the teen said with a sharp shake of his head. “Feels good. Feels so fucking good.” “But--“ “Shut up, Treize.” Duo snapped before raising himself up and slamming back down as hard and fast as he could. Their second round of lovemaking was much like the first;
hard, fast, and rough. Duo rode him expertly, his movements deliberate
and sure in order to bring himself the most pleasure he could manage
while leaving Treize panting for more. In the end, when they had both
reached their peaks for the second time, the violet-eyed teen collapsed
to the man’s chest in exhaustion. By the time Treize had caught
his own breath enough to even think about shifting the boy to a more
comfortable position, Duo was sound asleep. When Duo finally returned to consciousness several hours later, it was to a throbbing headache and a feeling of déjà vu as he finally managed to open his eyes enough to look around the lavishly appointed room he found himself in. Luckily, before he could work himself up into a proper panic at not knowing how he had arrived there, his blue-eyed lover walked through the doorway, giving him a smile at seeing him awake. “Hey.” Treize said. “How are you feeling?” “Argh, you really don’t want an answer to that question do you?” he rasped before throwing one arm over his eyes to block out the light. With Treize there, his earlier panic quickly faded, replaced by a feeling of calm that only the blue-eyed man could give him. “No, I guess not.” the man smiled as he reached up to run his fingers along the boy’s cheek. “I was so afraid I’d lost you.” “Who me?” Duo smiled. “I’m the god of death, remember? Ain’t nothing can kill me.” “How I wish that were so.” the blue-eyed general stated in a sad voice that had Duo drawing his arm away so he could see the man's face. The pain and fear of the words were clearly written on that handsome face and the teen could feel his own heart twist in sympathy. Before he could say anything though, the man continued, “Anyways, are you hungry?” “Yeah.” the boy said just as his stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, bringing a bright blush to his cheeks as he smiled sheepishly. “I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.” “Well then, let’s see what we can pull together, shall we?” Treize smiled and held out his hand for the teen. However, as Duo moved to leave the bed a familiar ache in his hips and back brought him up short and made him freeze in confusion. For one moment, his mind drew a complete blank as to how he might have come about them and then, in horrified detail, he remembered the event in the transport van; the needle with some unknown substance and the lecherous look that OZ soldier had been giving him. Moaning in anguish as much as pain, he curl up into a ball and rolled away from Treize, who could only watch in confusion of his own. “Duo?” the man called in surprise as the boy who owned him heart and soul began to tremble violently. “What’s wrong?” Reaching forward, Treize intended to pull the teen into his arms, thinking that perhaps the drug was still causing him some problems. But as soon as his hands touched the boy’s shoulder, Duo jerked and pulled away even further, his soft sobs growing in sound until they echoed through the room. “Duo!” Treize exclaimed and scooted across the bed. This time, when he grasped Duo, he did not fight him, but allowed himself to be pulled into the man’s frightened embrace. “What wrong? Did I hurt you?” “I didn’t… let them. I… swear. I… didn’t.” the boy sobbed and Treize could only catch parts and pieces of the raspy words; more than enough to increase his confusion and worry. “Duo. Angel.” he coaxed, using his hand to tilt the boy’s face back so he could look at him. The sight of the teen’s tear stained face causing his heart of twist painfully in his chest. “Shh, it’s alright. Tell me what’s wrong.” “The… the soldiers in the transport. They gave… me something. I couldn’t… stop them.” “It was an aphrodisiac, love. It wasn’t your fault.” the OZ general offered softly as one hand rubbed calmingly down the teen’s head. “I passed out and… and I don’t know. They must’ve….” the teen shivered violently before burying his face in the general’s chest. “I didn’t want them to.” Duo finished in little more than a whisper before his sobs returned. With horrified realization, Treize could only hold the boy tighter as he gently began to rock him back and forth. “No, Angel.” he whispered into the top of the teen’s head. “No one touched you. I would’ve killed them if they had.” “Then how?” Duo whimpered. “You really don’t remember any of it.” Treize sighed, knowing he had no other choice than to admit to his own indiscretion now; the fact that he had willingly taken advantage of his lover weighing heavily on his soul. “They did drug you when they brought you here, but they didn’t touch you. Instead, they left you in my bed.” the man began simply. “When you woke up, you were feeling… affectionate. Very affectionate. We… well, we made love and I’m afraid that in the heat of the moment, I was a bit more rough than I usually would be.” “You mean, you… and me?” Duo asked as his sobs finally subsided and he raised his head to look his lover in the face once again, his eyes glistening with a mix of hope and desperation that tore at the tall general’s heart. “Yes, Angel.” the general agreed with a soft smile, his hand coming up to cup one damp cheek. “You and me.” With that, relief like he had never known swept through Duo’s mind and body and he could not help the silly grin that spread across his face. Raising up carefully so as not to jar his tired body too much, he wrapped his arms around his older lover’s neck and pressed a quick kiss to the man’s lips. “Now, about that food.” ~ * ~
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