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"The Prince Bride"Written By: ShenLong 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: NC 17 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 - 2009 ShenLong and DBZ Velena. Continued & finished by ShenLong 2010 - 2011
Chapter 26 – 'Justice is Served'
Treize swallowed hard as Wufei closed in. "No," he murmured softly. "Your body says otherwise," Wufei purred and reached forth to rip Treize's underwear away from his tall frame. "I'll give you money, lots of it if you'll call this ridiculous feud off and just let me screw you," Treize breathed out. The blade cut through the air with a silver streak, so fast Treize didn't have time to register its intent until he felt the sting across his cheek. He craned his head to check his rear and spotted the thin line of blood oozing from the tiny scratch on his left buttock. “You cannot buy me,” Wufei growled. “Bullshit,” replied Treize. “Anyone can be bought, you just have to know their price.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Knowing how good you were I'm betting your price has skyrocketed though.” “More than you could ever afford,” Wufei smirked. Thinking fast, Treize spoke again. “If I can't afford you in cash terms, what about power?” Once more the blade cut through the air faster than Treize could track it, but he grimaced as another sting, this time to his right buttock made itself known. “You cut me!” Treize snapped. “It's only a scratch.” “No, it's not, it's a damn, deep cut,” argued Treize. “Don't be such a baby, it's no where near as bad as the piercings you gave me,” replied Wufei hotly. “At least they will serve a function,” huffed Treize. “If I add two more to yours horizontally, so will they.” “Eh?” “Add two more cuts and I can play tic-tac-toe on your rear, although the person that goes first will have to be the 'o' as that's the center square and it's already filled each time.” Treize paled at the thought of having the game of tic-tac-toe played on his rear. “I'll give you anything you ask, anything, just promise me you won't add another couple of lines.” “Anything I want?” Wufei questioned, tilting his head to one side. “Yes, anything.” “Hmmm.” Wufei put his finger under his chin as he thought for a moment. “I'd really like my father back, but considering he's dead and when he wasn't he was an overbearing, strict as hell homophobe anyway, I guess that's out of the question.” Wufei continued to ponder the idea of what he'd like. “Think you could hurry it up a little, it's getting a bit on the chilly side here if you hadn't noticed,” Treize interrupted. Wufei's onyx eyes narrowed as he turned to face the man with the forked eyebrows. A predatory gleam sprang to his eye and Treize swallowed hard. Then, almost too fast for the eye to follow, Wufei moved. Treize was spun around and thrown forward, his hands reaching out to stop his fall to the floor and grabbing hold of the table edge to steady himself. Before he could contemplate what was happening, Wufei was covering his back with his body, sword pressed against Treize's throat whilst Wufei's obvious desire poked and prodded between his exposed cheeks. “Oh my,” muttered Treize. Finding his target, Wufei slammed his other 'sword' home, a soft groan escaping his lips as heat and tightness surrounded him. Seconds later, his hips were pumping in a frantic rhythm whilst fire coursed through his blood. It was all Treize could do to hang onto the table edge as his body was assaulted. Eyes closed in pleasure, body shaking and trembling and primal moans pulled from his throat as Wufei mercilessly used him. He had no idea it could feel this good being on the receiving end! The length invading him struck against his sweet spot and reduced the Lord to mere whimpers and incoherent babbling. Having been used all his life, not that he'd objected, in fact it had been downright pleasant at times, Wufei was quite surprised at the feelings he was experiencing in being the one to do the taking for the first time in his life. “Shit! I swear, Trowa, once we hook back up again, you'll be the bottom,” he muttered to himself. It couldn't last, neither man was used to the different sensations and within a matter of a couple of minutes, Wufei stiffened – in both body and body parts – then shot his load deep inside his enemy. Meanwhile, Treize had completely succumbed to the waves of pleasure he'd been receiving, his eyes closed on him as his body shook with the force of his own release. Unable to cope with the sheer intensity, he passed out. Withdrawing from the now unconscious Treize, Wufei took a moment to pick up the Lord's torn underwear and clean himself off. Having sated himself, he paused before the man lying naked and sated on the floor. “Shit, he's gonna have one heck of a neck ache when he wakes up,” he muttered. “Not to mention freezing his ass off. This stone flooring isn't exactly the warmest of things to take a nap on.” Having straightened his clothes, Wufei again looked at the slumbering form of Treize. After hunting the man down for so long and now having extracted his revenge, Wufei was at a loose end as to what to do with himself; or his enemy. “Kill him and avenge my death.” Wufei nearly jumped out of his skin as the words floated across his ear. He whirled around, the movement of his body causing the air around him to swirl and distort the ghostly figure of his father. “By Nataku! Can't you stand still for a moment, all my ghostly molecules are being spread around,” his father cursed. “Sorry.” Wufei stood still, his father's ghost brought the smoky tendrils of its form back together again, “Much better. Now, kill him,” Wufei's father ordered. “Why?” “What do you mean, why? This has been your life mission, to track down and kill the man who took your father's life,” the ghost reminded him. “Oh, yeah. I guess I kind of forgot in the heat of the moment and all,” Wufei replied sheepishly. The ghost rolled his eyes. “Do I have to kill him?” “Of course you do, otherwise my death will have all been for naught,” the ghost snapped. “Not really,” Wufei pondered. “Pardon?” “Your death hasn't been for naught.” “It hasn't?” The ghost was clearly confused. “How do you figure that?” “If this man hadn't killed you then I would never have been forced into a life of debauchery, whoring and escorting. That means I would never have learned all the tricks I know, I would never have met Trowa and enjoyed some really cool times with him, chains and a few other unmentionable objects; and I most certainly would never have known the pleasure of taking another's body.” Wufei's eyes went glassy. The ghost sputtered. “Kill him. I order you to avenge my death and kill him!” “No, father, I will not.” “Wufei! How dare you disobey me!” The ghost took a swing at him. “You can't touch me, you're only a ghost, a bit of a foggy apparit- Ow! Fuck!” Wufei scowled and rubbed the back of his head where his father's hand had connected. “Can't I?” the ghost stated in a smug tone. Wufei muttered a few curses under his breath. “Now, kill him!” “Actually, I'd rather not. Besides the fact that it would make a lot of mess, the blood would be very difficult to get out of the stone and the servants really have quite enough to do as it is without me adding to their burden. Also, I really don't like the look of blood, it makes me queasy and I've never killed anything in my life before.” “I knew it! You're nothing but a wuss, a wimp, a cry baby,” the ghost taunted. “Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me,” Wufei replied and stuck his tongue out for good measure. “Not true.” “Eh?” “I can think of several, large men who have names that could seriously hurt you.” Before his father could elaborate any further, Wufei made up his mind in regards to Treize. “Actually, I think I'd prefer to take him hostage.” It was the ghost's turn to look confused. “It's really quite simple, dear father. I take him hostage and I'll rent him out to whomever is prepared to pay a good price for a night with him.” Wufei gave an evil grin. “You know, that’s not a bad idea,” replied his father's ghost. “It's what I call justice.” * * * Heero looked adoringly upon the form of the one man he truly loved, thinking it strange that Duo hadn't wrapped him up in his strong arms, kissed him senseless, tried to get in a few gropes... Deciding to leave that for a moment, Heero thought he'd better confess to his own crimes and see if Duo could forgive him; then he'd see about jumping his beloved's bones. “Oh my dear Duo. Do you think you can see it in your heart to forgive me?' Heero pleaded. Duo gave his love a surprised look. “Why? What heinous crime have you committed lately? Surely it can't be as bad as some of the ones I've committed?” Heero frowned. “What sort of crimes have you committed?” “Umm... Theft, rape and pillage, murder, rape and pillage, drunk and disorderly, rape and pillage, captaining a pirate ship without the proper license; oh, and did I mention rape and pillage?” “You have been a busy boy.” “Yeah, unfortunately a pirate's job is never done. There's always someone wanting to knock you off your perch so you have to keep up with the whole 'I'm the Dread Pirate Shinigami' thing and commit these offenses just to keep them all in awe of you,” Duo shrugged. “So what is it that you've done that could possibly be worse than that?” Heero closed his gaping mouth. “Errr... I got married?” Heero peeked out from underneath his bangs to see what effect his confession had had on his love. Seeing the scowl appearing, he continued. “I didn't want too, it all happened so fast and I was bullied into it. First it was Relena and her threats, then that creepy old king with his wandering hands. I was waiting for you to come for me like you said you would...” “It never happened,” Duo interrupted calmly. “...and then you didn't and next thing.. I beg your pardon?” “It never happened.” “I know it never happened, that's why I'm so pissed at you. You swore you would always come for me and you didn't.” “Not that, the marriage.” “Oh.” Heero paused for a moment, then continued. “Of course it did! Even I'm not that far advanced in my years to claim Alzheimer’s as an excuse! I think I'd know if I got married or not. There was this really weird priesty guy who spoke with a lisp and called us Man and Wife. The last I heard, Man and Wife means you're married.” Giving his love a patient look, Duo spoke calmly. “Did you say 'I do'?” “I dunno. I don't remember if I did or I didn't do 'I do'.” Heero scratched his head. Duo rolled his eyes. “Think, Heero, did you or didn't you say I do?” “I don't think so. No, I didn't, we seemed to skip that part and went straight to the man and wife bit.” “In that case you're not married. If you didn't say I do, then you didn't do it.” “I think you lost me a few do's and don't's ago,” Heero replied a touch confused. “If you didn't say I do, then you didn't commit to the marriage which means you're still single.” Duo paused for a moment and switched his gaze to the doorway. “Wouldn't you agree with that, your pinkness?” Relena shoved off the door jamb, tripped over the hem of her pink dress and scrabbled for a moment before regaining her balance. Smoothing down her dress and tossing her hair back over her shoulder, she stared at the pair and reached into her purse, pulling out a compact. “Damn, wrong item.” She hastily shoved the compact back in her purse and replaced it with a tube of mascara, holding it defensively in front of her. “Now, what were you saying?” Giving a long suffering sigh, Duo repeated his words. “If you didn't say I do, then you didn't commit to the marriage which means you're still single.” “Ah, right. Actually, that's just a minor technicality and will be remedied in a moment. Before I do that, there's a small problem of you to take care of. I'm getting a bit tired of you interrupting my plans, not to mention my wedding night. This time there will be no escape, this time I will show you who is master, this time I will take you down, grind you into little pieces; this time I wil...” Relena droned on and on. “Wake me when she's finished, will you?” Duo asked of Heero and closed his eyes. “Hang on a minute, you're not leaving me awake to listen to her ranting and raving by myself,” Heero snapped. “If you're gonna sleep then so am I.” Heero leaned close and dropped his head to Duo's chest. The pair of them dozed off. Half an hour later... “...and then I'll feed what little bits of you that are left to the catfish in the moat. This time it will be to the death.” Relena stopped and took a deep breath. Both Duo and Heero woke up, yawning. Heero stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Duo did his best to rub his groin against Heero. “Is she finished?” asked Duo with a low growl when Heero moved his hips away. “I'm not sure. Are you finished?” he asked Relena. “Yes, for the moment.” “Yes, she is for the moment,” Heero relayed to Duo. “Good.” Duo turned to look at Relena. “No.” “Huh?” Relena looked completely flummoxed. So did Heero. “No, this will not be to the death, this will be to the pain.” Duo's violet eyes glittered and he gave Heero a leering look. Heero shivered. He'd not tried anything at all along the lines of bondage, sadomasochism or the like, but Duo's eyes promised lots of wicked things and Heero was quite willing to give things a go if Duo wanted that. “I didn't know you were into pain,” he said with a look at his love. Relena, who was about to charge forward, mascara stick in hand, came to a screeching halt. “Pain? I don't think I'm all that familiar with S and M either, but it does sound intriguing.” Duo rolled his eyes. “Not the S and M kind of pain, although that in itself can be quite enjoyable with the right person and in the right situation – remind me to introduce you to it at some stage, Heero, I think you might get a kick out of it. No, the pain I'm talking about is the sort that causes cuts and bruises.” “I think I'm starting to follow,” Relena said with a confused look in her eye. “I'll explain it as best I can for you and I'll even use the very simple words so you can follow easily enough, you pink, perverted menace.” “I have my iphone with me and internet access so I can easily look up the words on Dictionary dot com,” Relena replied and fished the iphone out of her purse. A scowl suddenly appeared on her face. “If I'm not mistaken, you just insulted me. That would have to be the first time I've ever been insulted.” “Then you haven't been listening to me properly,” Heero muttered. “You obviously don't get out enough, your pinkness, otherwise I'm sure you would be very familiar with the many insults adorning the air these days.” Duo added a sneer to his words. “Really?” “Yes, Really. Now, as I was saying before about the pain. To the pain means that I will slowly but steadily remove bits of your body. I'll start with your feet, taking them off below the ankles, cutting through muscle and bone and follow by removing your hands at the wrists...” Heero began to turn a little green with Duo's descriptions. “Once I've removed your hands I think I'll take away your nose, that way you can't sniff disdainfully at anyone anymore.” “I don't sniff,” replied Relena with a sniff. “Sure you don't,” Duo sneered. “I suppose you'll be removing my tongue next...” “Actually I was thinking about your left eye, but come to think about it, maybe getting rid of your tongue would be a good idea, that way I wouldn't have to listen to your non stop whining.” “Jeeze, you are a sadistic bastard, aren't you?” “What can I say; I'm the Dread Pirate Shinigami and I have a reputation to uphold.” “I think I killed you far too slowly the last time; judging by your comments you seem to be into all this pain stuff so I won't make that mistake again. This time I'll kill you quickly with as little pain as I can muster,” Relena snapped. “Yeah, yeah,” Duo muttered. “I haven't finished yet. Once your tongue is removed-” “I thought you said it was going to be my left eye?” “Will you stop interrupting otherwise we will be here all day and there's far better things I'd rather be doing,” Duo snarled and them leered at Heero who promptly went from green to red. “Fine! Continue.” Relena applied a touch more mascara to her eyelashes. She thought she might as well since she had the tube out anyway. “Then I'll remove your left eye, followed by your right one I'll pop it out so it bounces across the floor and you can see your demise.” “I think I'm gonna be sick,” Heero moaned. “If you are, Heero, could you please use the vase over there? The servants are overworked enough as it is; besides, if you barf then I know I'll follow,” Relena stated. Heero gave the woman a 'look'. “Where were we, oh yeah, my eyes. Next I suppose it will be my ears,” Relena said, the sarcasm clear in her tone. “Actually, no. I'll let you keep your ears.” “Why?” “You'll need something to keep your dark glasses from sliding off your face.” “And I thought it was so I could still wear my sapphire earrings.” “All jokes aside, I'll let you keep your ears so that when you step outside the castle, you will be able to hear the snide comments, hear the shrieks and the screams of the people who will be unfortunate enough to witness your hideous form. Listen to their cries of horror as they ask; 'What is this horrible creature'. That, your pinkness is what I mean by pain,” Duo sneered. “Is that all?” Relena scoffed. “I hear that all the time so I don't think it's really going to make much of a difference.” Duo's brow furrowed. “Oh. I see. Well, in that case then, I'll let you keep your ears so you will be able to hear the laughter, the ridicule in those voices as they look upon your hideous form. The snickers will follow you wherever you may push your wheelchair.” “Wheelchair?” ”Well, you aren't going to be able to walk without feet,” Duo said, his tone becoming exasperated. “I won't have hands either according to you so how the hell am I supposed to push it?” Duo thought on that for a moment. “Okay, good point. Hmmm... The snickers and whispers will follow you wherever you go in your motorized wheelchair. That is the meaning of 'to the pain'. You'll be the laughing stock of all Sunk.” “It's Sank.” “Sunk, Sank, Sink, who gives a shit, either way you're going to wallow in your misery for eternity.” Relena shuddered. “Shit! Now that is pain,” she wailed. “I hate being laughed at.” She stamped her foot and glared at the dark clad man on the bed. An evil glint came into her eye. “I think you're having me on.” Looking thoughtful for a moment, Duo raised his eyes and spoke again. “I suppose I could be, Miss Pink Piggy. I guess I could be lying here on the bed too because Heero made wild, passionate love to me and I now lack the energy or ability to move.” Heero's head swiveled around so fast he gave himself whiplash. “I think I would have known if I'd done that,” he said, a touch confused and rubbing his sore neck. “But then again, maybe he didn't and I do have the strength to move, you perverse pink popsicle.” “Make up your mind,” Heero muttered. “Either I did and I've got a bad case of amnesia, or we didn't in which case I think we need to have a serious talk.” “You're full of shit,” Relena scoffed and raised her mascara. “Actually, I'm not, I go once a morning, regular as clockwork,” Duo replied and an evil smile curled his lip as he began to turn his body, sliding his legs from the bed to hit the floor. Relena's eyes widened, as did Heero's as they both watched Duo slowly raise himself to his feet. The sword was held in one hand, Duo raising it and pointing it at Relena. Fixing the persistent, pink menace with his violet eyes, his voice came out strong and clear as he ordered., “Drop your mascara!” ~ * ~ tbc... |
