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" Head Tripped "Written By: Presser Pairings : 1+2, 2xOC, 3x4 strongly implied Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : Lemon, supernatural theme, angst, abuse,
NCS
"Head Tripped" ~8~ Duo had trouble strapping himself into his seat in Deathscythe's cockpit. "Damn shaking fingers!" he hissed. His temples throbbed, his vision was blurry. "How the hell does he think I'm gonna function in this condition?!" Duo pressed the toggle that levered shut his Gundam's cockpit door. He stood Deathscythe up carefully, making sure that he didn't disturb Wufei's ground cover any more than necessary and walked away from the safehouse. "He said it would be close, not more than ten or fifteen miles." Duo fought to concentrate as he moved Deathscythe forward. His Gundam lurched precariously to the left as Duo stepped into a small valley. "Damn! I've gotta watch what I'm doing." The boy wiped his eyes and forced himself onward. "He said there would be a tower, but I don't see -" Duo brought his Gundam to a halt. "What the hell is this?" Deathscythe was standing at the edge of a lake. "I know I followed his directions! He didn't say a damn thing about a lake!" Duo closed his eyes and tried to remember the exact words he was given. "Something about a tower over . . . over the - land?" Duo squeezed his eyes tightly, then opened them, rubbing them with the back of his hand. "It was 'tower over /something/' for sure . . . ." Duo's eyes snapped wide open in comprehension. "Tower over all! That's it! He said, 'When you tower over all, you'll be there." Duo touched the controls under his hand, activating the viewscreens on all sides. He was standing on a hill, the woods behind him, a vast lake before him. There was nothing remotely as tall as his Gundam anywhere in sight. "So this is it. Now I have to . . . ." Gundam Deathscythe stood immobile as the cool early morning air rustled the grass at its feet. The watchful eyes of the forest noted the huge machine's presence, waiting to see what might happen. Inside Deathscythe's cockpit, Duo Maxwell made his decision. "He said that I'd find peace in the depths after I tower over all. Guess that leaves me with only one choice."
"There wasn't much we could do to stop him, Heero." Quatre was apologetic. "I think we were more stunned than anything," Wufei added. "He seemed so - so normal." "He's /anything/ but normal right now, Wufei!" Heero seethed with anger, most of it directed at himself. "You can't stay awake nonstop, Heero. It's not your fault that Duo left when you were too exhausted to sit up any longer." Trowa spoke evenly, looking Heero directly in the eyes. Heero turned away from his fellow pilots, trying to bring himself under control. He turned back around after a tense moment of silence. "Okay, it happened; nothing any of us can do about it. Did he say where he was going?" "Just that he had a mission." Wufei spoke quietly. "He said that he'd be back in a couple of days," Quatre added. "Everyone at the kitchen table. I want to know every detail, no matter how insignificant you think it might be." Heero stormed down the steps, leaving his comrades to follow meekly.
"You're mine, now, Duo. The only way you'll ever feel pleasure so exquisite again is if you understand that." "Yes, of course, anything you say." Duo's eyes were dry and red, his voice hoarse. The sexual pleasure he had received at the boy's hands was powerful, easily the most intense feeling he had ever experienced, outweighing the abuse he had suffered. Yet he was not satisfied. He longed for more, even if it meant submitting again to the boy's rough treatment. What had begun as a desire to be near Heero had grown into lust, and his lust for sexual satisfaction had become a craving that now fed on his soul. Heero was all but forgotten. "When I want you, I'll call for you," the boy said, his blue eyes cold and stern. Duo nodded, afraid to speak without permission. Now you must go to a place where we can be together. "But master, aren't we together now?" "Yes, Duo, but it's not safe here. You must go to the place I will tell you about. There we can be with each other forever." "How will I know this place?" You will wake soon, Duo. You'll feel rested and refreshed. Tell your friends that you have a mission, and go to your Gundam. Walk east; it won't be far, no more than fifteen miles. You'll know you are there when you tower over all. You'll find peace in the depths there. Now go." "But master -" "Go, Duo. If you want to see me again, go!" The boy's temper flared, and Duo's breath caught as the boy's face grew menacing. The light around the boy drained away, as though sucked into his body. His skin pulsed with an eerie green light; scales appeared on his arms and face. And then the light shifted, and he was a boy again, much like Duo. Duo blinked, unsure if he had imagined the change. "Goodbye, Duo. I will call for you when I want you." The light around the demon-boy shimmered, and Duo blinked again. Was the boy becoming translucent? No, it seemed to Duo that everything, the massive stone walls, the animal skins on the slate floor, everything was fading, fading....
"Gotta pull it together," he thought. Strands of hair tickled his nose, and Duo frowned. "Gonna have to re-braid my hair." He stood to pull on his pants, and found his legs stiff, his ass sore. He winced as he finished dressing. Duo stopped in front of the mirror before walking to the door. "I look okay, don't I?" He peered into the glass. Looking back at him were bloodshot eyes, rimmed with dark circles. His skin was pale, and the sickly sheen of night sweat glimmered dully in the half light of the bedroom. He moved to the washroom, taking a facecloth and running water over it. "Just gonna have to bull my way through this," he said as he washed his face. "Maybe the others are sleeping or something." Remembering the demon's words, Duo steeled himself, took a breath. "Better get moving if I don't want him to be mad." He shuddered as he exhaled. He walked unsteadily to the door, put his hand on the knob, and opened it. Standing before him were Trowa, Wufei and Quatre. The young Arab had his hand out as though he was about to knock. "What gives, guys? Havin' a party without me?" His fellow pilots gaped, jaws slack. Duo creased his eyebrows. He noticed Heero slumped to the floor, a blanket across him. "Looks like Heero's passed out. What'd you give him to drink? You know he can't hold more than one or two before he gets loopy." Duo was met with silence and three pairs of eyes gone wide. "What?" Duo said, arching an eyebrow. If you don't mind," he said, picking up a duffle bag, "I've got a mission." "What?" All three of the pilots spoke simultaneously. "Just came in on my wrist communicator. Guess I never have given up the habit of sleeping with it. Sure was lucky I was able to get all rested and everything, right?" Duo brushed past Trowa, Wufei, and Quatre, leaving them standing over Heero, their mouths open. Duo felt queasy, but steeled himself, trying to walk confidently in spite of the sharp pain behind his eyes.
"Okay," he said to the air, "I'm here. I did what you said. Now come and take me, boy." Duo realized for the first time that he didn't know the boy's name. Eyelids scraped over his pupils. He turned on his side. "Come and take me," Duo whispered again, his voice still hoarse. A fleeting image of Heero Yuy passed through Duo's mind. His friend was standing at the edge of the woods behind the safehouse, calling Duo's name into the night. Duo shrugged and shifted his position again, trying to find a comfortable spot. "No," Duo mumbled. "I want - I want /him/ now." Heero's image faded. Duo strained to concentrate, but could not recall the demon-boy's face. Deathscythe trembled it slipped deeper into the mud. TBC
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