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"The Prince Bride"Written By: ShenLong & DBZVelena Disclaimer: Neither DBZVelena or ShenLong own
in any way, shape, form or matter any rights to the Movie/Book "The
Princess Bride" All rights remain with Act III Communications
and William Goldman, the appropriate copyright owners. This story
is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made here.
This fic, "The Prince Bride" is based on this movie/book
but with several twists and Yaoi content. This fic also contains many
direct quotes and scenes from the movie/book. Rating: Since both stories are rated PG.-13 and this fic is based on them. Most of the fic will be PG.-13. However be careful to check individual chapters to be sure. (Shenny might add a lemon, you never know...) Warnings: Violence, romance, lime, fluff, cheesy-ness, AU, OOC, and lots more. Pairings: Lots! *snicker* Authors notes: DBZVelena: I'm the one that gotten
the idea to do this and I nagged Shen until she said, she'd help me.
And if you know me a lil bit, you knew there was no escape. So finally
after she too saw the movie and told me she'd help, I started work
on it right away. A Yaoi story based on the Movie/book The Princess Bride and Gundam Wing. This story is brought to you by the combined efforts of DBZVelena and ShenLong. Archive: www.gundam-wing-diaries.150m.com www.DBZVelena's Madhouse.com Anyone else please ask.
"The Prince Bride" Commenced. 2003 ShenLong & DBZ Velena Chapter 25 – ‘The Fight for Justice.’
“Stubborn little shit, doesn’t he ever give up?” muttered Treize as he dashed along yet another hall. Wufei sped along, his feet hardly making a sound on the floor as he concentrated on catching his enemy and gaining his revenge. Skidding around another corner, Treize continued in his headlong rush. “What is this freak? A blood hound?” * Trowa ambled back down the corridor to where he’d left Duo by the suit of armor and stopped dead in his tracks. He looked along the many impressive suits and blinked. He scratched his head and then lifted his bang. Maybe if he used two eyes he would be able to see better. The result was still the same. No sign of the pirate. “Ohhhkaayyy,” Trowa murmured and rubbed his chin. “Maybe he’s in one of the suits. Yes, that’s got to be it. He’s got himself into one of the suits for protection.” Trowa moved along the line of large suits, raising the helmet shields and peering inside each one, only to be greeted with darkness and in one case, the remains of a knight long dead. “Oh, fuck. That’s so not cool,” he muttered and finding a vase of flowers sitting to one side, pulled the flowers out and promptly threw up in the vase. Replacing the flowers, he took a moment to compose himself and wave a hand under his nose to try and clear some of the smell from the forgotten corpse. “Right, it’s obvious he’s not here, so where is he?” The elf/man parked his rear and took a little time out to reflect on the missing pirate. * Treize ducked through a door, shot across a room filled with various feed stuffs and out another door where he was confronted by a staircase. Shrugging his shoulders, he tossed a leg over the banister rail and slid all the way to the bottom, making sure to stop himself before he could run into the large, ornately carved sphere sitting atop the end of the railing. Smoothing down his tunic after he’d ‘dismounted’, Lord Treize looked up to see the Chinese man still on his tail. “Fucking hell, he’s worse than Relena and her obsession,” he said to the stairs, which didn’t answer back as they were stairs and therefore not alive. With a roll of his eyes, Treize darted through another door, increasing his speed and reached inside his boot. He pulled out a very ornate, bejeweled dagger, running his finger along the edge of the blade and to the sharp tip. “Ow, fuck!” Treize stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on the small wound. “I really hate knives,” he complained as he sprinted on. “I wonder if there’s a first aid kit in the next room?” Watching his prey shoot through another door, Wufei eyed up the banister railing and took a minute to think. “What the hell, if he can do it, then so can I.” Grabbing the railing, Wufei chucked his leg over the other side – the rest of his body following. “Fuck!” Wufei cursed as his hands were the only thing keeping him from falling to the stone floor below. Using all his strength, Wufei managed to haul himself back up and swing his leg back over the banister He pressed his upper body to the railing, one leg dangling either side and took a moment to catch his breath. That’s when he began to slide. “Ah, shit,” he moaned and his hands scrabbled to find purchase and stop his currently increasing downward slide along the banister It didn’t work. The castle maids were a studious lot and polished everything within sight with a dedication never before seen. Thus the banister was very shiny and extremely slippery. Wufei gathered speed, shooting down the banister and towards the sphere at the end which sat proudly on the last post. His fingers did their best to try and slow his pace - but to no avail. The sphere loomed up, directly in line with the Chinaman's backside. With a grunt of pain, he came to a rather abrupt stop, eyes crossing and several large beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. After a moment, he managed to suck air back into his lungs and rather gingerly climbed off the banister. His legs wobbled, causing him to stagger a bit before finding his balance. “Shit,” he said, eying the sphere that had ended his downward slide. “I've heard of getting it balls and all, but this is ridiculous.” Taking a further moment to completely recover from his almost 'fisting', Wufei pulled at his tights, easing the wedgie he'd gained and found he could walk a little easier. “Now, where did you go?” Treize had ducked into a large dining room and was currently sampling some of the food laid out on the table. He raised a goblet of wine and drank it down, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Not bad,” he commented. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, he rounded the table and picked up the dagger. Wufei entered the dining room and came to a screeching halt as a dagger flew through the air to meet him. He tried to duck to the right, only to be met with a large piece of furniture. The dagger buried itself just below his sternum. Wufei was stunned and fell back against the wall, hand wrapped around the hilt of the dagger. He could feel the room beginning to swim. “I'm sorry, father,” he whispered. “I tried, I really did.” “No you didn't,” came a voice. “Eh?” Wufei scanned around but couldn't see where the voice had come from. “You're a wimp, a wuss. A real Chang wouldn't let something like a knife buried to the hilt in his abdomen, cutting through vital organs and setting off irreparable internal bleeding stop him from avenging my death.” “Father?” Wufei scanned around. Through the haze in his mind, and eyes, he made out the shimmering figure of his father. “Who did you think it was? The Avon lady?” said the spirit. “But...” “No buts Wufei. I didn't raise a wimp for a son, now get your ass over there and avenge my death.” The spirit began to fade a little. Watching the Chinese man against the wall, noting the lips moving as the man talked to himself, Treize couldn't help but think his adversary had gone stark, staring bonkers. He stared deeper into the face and then stroked his chin as a memory surfaced. “You must be that little Chinese brat I taught a lesson to several years ago.” Treize's mind ran the memory like a movie. The boy had been delicious, young, hot and tight. He shivered as his body responded to that memory. “You were simply incredible, all those different positions...” “Shut up,” Wufei gasped as he began to slide down the wall. “Have you been chasing me all these years? Wow, talk about dedication. You could have just called me you know and I'm sure we could have arranged another session.” “I'm not after you for more of that! Even if it was some of the best sex I've ever had. I'm here to avenge my father's death,” Wufei growled. “Oh.” * Heero gently closed the door to the honeymoon suite and crossed the floor. His eyes were downcast, heart heavy in his chest. He couldn't believe that his Duo had come for someone else and not him. Especially when he'd promised he would always come for Heero. “Guess love is really fickle. I shouldn't have listened to nanny Odin and followed my emotions, I should have remained totally inhuman, stripped of all my humanity; at least that didn't hurt as much as this does - or what I'm going to do will.” Sitting down at a table, Heero pulled open a drawer and removed a small, black box. Flipping open the top, he gazed at the red, self destruct button. “There's a shortage of Perfect Soldiers in this world, you know. It would be a shame for you to blow yourself up and take half the castle, its inhabitants and me with you. Besides, you need some plastic explosive to do the job properly and I don't see any C4 around here anywhere.” “Duo?!” Heero whirled around in his chair, almost falling off it in his haste. There before him, lying on the bed lay his love. A large sword sat beside him, but Duo lay motionless. “Duo!” Heero bounded out of the chair and shot across the room, leaping onto the bed and straddling his love’s hips. He grabbed Duo and began to feather kisses all over the pirate’s face. Duo moaned, helpless to stop the onslaught, not that he particularly wanted to right now. “Duo, Duo my love. God how I’ve missed you.” It then occurred to Heero that Duo wasn’t holding him back. “Duo? Why don’t you hold me?” he asked. “Easy, Heero,” replied Duo with a smirk. “Is that all you can say? Easy? You know how hard it’s been for me to be stuck in this castle, day after day with a groping, perverted old king, that forked eyebrow creep and Relena’s incessant screeching? Not to mention the fact that you didn’t come for me, but I clearly heard you coming for someone else!” Heero huffed. “Now here you are and all you can say is ‘easy’!” Duo winced at the tone of voice; and the volume. He also found Heero’s grip to be tightening a little too much, Damn, he was sure there were going to be bruises. “Easy,” he almost yelled as Heero’s hands’ grip increased in strength. “Fuck you!” Heero snapped and let go of his love. Duo’s upper body flopped backwards, the rear of his skull smacking against the headboard. “Ow! Shit.” “Suck it up, pirate boy,” Heero huffed and moved away. * Meanwhile, Lord Treize had moved a little closer to Wufei, not sure he’d heard right. “You mean you’re still trying to win, to avenge your father and not here for more of the incredible sex?” Wufei managed to struggle with the hilt of the dagger and pull it from his body. “Like I said, the sex wasn’t bad, but there’s more important things to deal with right now. My father would never forgive me if I didn’t try to avenge him and you have no idea how horrible that man could be.” Wufei shoved his free hand inside his shirt to press against the wound. “Really? Treize pushed off the table he was leaning against and picked up his sword. “This overdeveloped sense of justice you have is going to get you into trouble some day, not to mention that gorgeous, hot body.” Treize began to move towards his adversary. Backed against the wall, it was all Wufei could do to watch as his tormentor approached. The sword was raised and made a thrust towards his body, Wufei raising his own sword and doing his best to parry with his enemy. The blow was deflected from its original target but pierced through Wufei’s left nipple. Gritting his teeth, Wufei showed no emotion. he’d already had one run in with his ghostly father and didn’t need a second chastising for showing any form of weakness. Watching the Chinese man’s reaction had Treize’s brows knitting together. He stepped forward again. “Shame I have to kill you,” he muttered. “You really were a good lay.” Treize thrust the sword again. Wufei rolled his eyes. This was not the sort of thrusting he preferred, but right now he didn’t have much option. Pushing his back against the wall he did his best to raise himself further. As he forced his legs to propel his body up so he lifted his sword again and parried, deflecting the blade which ended up piercing him in the right nipple this time. Both men looked to Wufei’s chest. “At least now I can get those nipple rings I’ve always wanted,” Wufei mused and then switched his attention to Treize. Treize jumped back in shock as Wufei managed to gain his feet “I didn’t know you wanted nipple rings,” he stated. “Oh, yes. I’ve wanted then for a while now. You have no idea how much they can enhance the pleasure – or so I’m told.” “Really? I had no idea.” “Many of the street workers swear by them.” “Hmmm... I’ll have to look into that.” Treize’s eyes suddenly widened as Wufei shoved off the wall and with a flick of his sword, narrowed his onyx eyes on the lord. Treize swallowed. “Ah, shit.” “Hello, my name is Chang Wufei. You killed my father which forced me into the life of a professional escort to survive. Prepare to die.” “I thought an escort was a whore?” “Not quite.” “There’s a difference?” Treize asked, stalling for time. “Roughly five hundred dollars difference.” “Oh.” Seeing his chance, Treize shot forward, his sword slashing through the air, raining attack after attack on his hot opponent. Treize was a master swordsman, having learnt from the best and he managed to drive the gorgeous creature back against the wall. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Treize watched warily and groaned as Wufei gave a sexy smirk. None of the attacks had broken through Wufei’s defenses and he lowered his voice to a husky tone as he shoved off the wall again. “Hello, my name is Chang Wufei. You killed my father which forced me into the life of a professional escort to survive. Prepare to die.” Once more Treize launched an attack, one worthy of the great sword masters, but none manage to get through as Wufei deflects them easily. Panting, Treize’s eyes blinked as the youth moved forward yet again, this time with a sway to his hips. Wufei raised a finger to his lips, tongue darting out to touch at the tip before dragging that finger down his chest. He spoke again, his voice a purr. “Hello, my name is Chang Wufei. You killed my father which forced me into the life of a professional escort to survive. Prepare to die.” “For fuck’s sake, will you stop saying that?!” “Why?” “Look, the ‘killed your father’ bit and the ‘prepare to die’ bit I can handle. It’s the being a whore and the sexiness of your voice when you say it that is getting to me,” Treize replied with a pointed look at his groin. Wufei’s eyes lowered and he licked his lips. Now that was looking like a very nice sword the lord was keeping in his pants. It had been many years since Wufei had enjoyed his first encounter between the sheets and it had been with this man – but Wufei’s memory refused to let him recall much about the lord’s body. In fact, if he remembered correctly, he’d spent most of his time on his hands and knees with the lord behind him so he hadn’t gotten much of a look at all. Treize scuttled back around the table, Wufei hot on his heels. Raising his sword, Wufei thrust the blade forward, cutting through the ties that held the man’s shirt together. Treize blinked as his shirt fluttered open, the cool breeze kissing his nicely developed chest. Onyx eyes burned as Wufei swirled the blade again, this time bringing it to the ties that held the Lord’s pants up and cut through them easily. The pants whispered down Treize’s legs, the lord unable to grab at them and prevent his humiliation, as to do so would mean releasing his sword and he wasn’t about to let go of that sword! With an evil smirk, Wufei ran his tongue slowly over his lips and eyed the tent in the lord’s underwear. Staring the man in the eye, Wufei spoke again. “Hello, my name is Chang Wufei. You killed my father which forced me into the life of a professional escort to survive. You are now screwed.” As the words and accompanying hot breath ghosted over his cheek, all Treize could think was ‘Oh, yes, please.’ ~ * ~ tbc... |
