+ Part 13 (cont)
Heero stared at the empty slip in front of him, stomach twisted in knots.
He'd broken every speed and driving law racing down to the harbor where
the bigger boats and yachts were kept, and practically pulled his gun
on the poor harbor master demanding to know where the Epyon was docked.
But he was too late. He'd failed. And now he had the horrible sick feeling
his little lover was going to pay for his failure.
He heard Trowa run up behind him, panting.
"Did you... find it..." his partner breathed, half doubled over
in pain as he clutched his injured arm.
Heero looked away, unable to meet his partner's eyes. "No."
"Shit. Well, they can't have been gone long. We'll go back up to
the harbor master's office and call the coast guard and port authority
to get out there looking for it." He placed a hand on Heero's shoulder.
"We'll find them."
"Ahoy! Can I help you gents with anything?"
Heero turned to see a weathered man in his mid-fifties stick his head
out from a flashy, new-looking speedboat two slips down from where they
"The ship that docks here," Heero called back, a tiny sliver
of hope riding in his chest, "would you happen to know where it is?"
"Ah sure do, sonny." He turned and pointed to a blinking light
in the middle of the bay. "She left about a half hour ago. Hasn't
gotten too far yet. Those Motoryachts are nice but their maximum speed
sure ain't like my Bessie here," he said, patting the stern of his
Heero's eyes gleamed. He turned to Trowa. "Go back. Call Treize,
the coast guard, the port authority, even the fucking Navy if you have
to and get them down here."
Trowa gave his partner a wary look. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going after Duo." He turned back to the old man and whipped
out his badge. "I'm with the police department. I'm afraid I'm going
to have to confiscate your boat for the time being, sir."
Duo watched the dark waters swirling below with unseeing eyes, his hands
gripping so tightly to the railing his knuckles were turning white. His
heart pounded in his chest, though he barely noticed. All he could feel
was his heart breaking, and waves of guilt coursing through him.
How could he have done that? How could he have betrayed Heero like
that? In one blind, panicked moment he'd lost all faith in his lover and
jumped into the arms of the nearest, willing body. He choked back a sob,
his vision blurring again. His body was suddenly engulfed in flames, his
blood boiling. He felt dizzy. The waters below looked cool and inviting.
He leaned over further, wanting to just let go... A pair of strong arms
wrapped around him, pulling him away from the railing. A warm mouth fastened
itself to his neck. Duo closed his eyes and swallowed but felt too weak
to try and pull away.
"Mmm, I thought I said not to go anywhere," Zechs's smooth voice
whispered into his ear.
Duo didn't reply. He let his gaze drop to the hands wrapped around his
waist... long, slender hands...
"Why did you kill her?"
He felt Zechs stiffen behind him. For a moment, Duo thought the older
man was going to kill him right there, strangle him with his long hair
and dump his body overboard. Then the moment passed and Zechs chuckled
lightly into his ear, his hands wandering over Duo's stomach.
"I wondered how long it would take you to figure it out," he
said against Duo's shoulder. "I was surprised when you didn't notice
the portrait of my dear sister on the wall earlier. But I'm glad you didn't.
I get to enjoy you first."
Duo's eyes slid closed, tears falling freely. He was going to die. He
deserved to die. But not before he knew why.
"Your sister? Why?"
The arms around his waist tightened roughly, causing Duo to cry out, more
in fear than in pain.
"That little bitch... always Daddy's little girl," the blonde
growled into Duo's ear. "She partied harder than I did, slept with
any guy that came along and caught her eye. And yet, in Father's and Grandfather's
eyes she could do no wrong! She was their perfect little angel. They refused
to see her other side. But me? They disowned me simply for not
fitting into their mold. They threw me away for preferring men.
I was left with nothing. Nothing!"
Duo clawed at Zechs's arms, trying in vain to get away. The grip the older
man had on him was slowly cutting off his air supply. His survival instinct
was kicking in. He had to keep him talking. Keep him distracted and maybe
he could get away... though where he could go in the middle of the bay
was a mystery to him.
"So why kill her?" he asked, trying desperately to squirm out
of the man's grip.
"Money of course. After my father kicked me out, I kept in touch
with my dear little sister. She'd give me money when I needed it from
time to time. But when Father and Mother were killed, they left everything
to her. There was no mention of me in their will. It was as if I didn't
even exist for them anymore." He ran his hands across Duo's stomach,
moving inexorably lower. "Then I received word my Grandfather, the
illustrious senator, was going to cut me out of his will as well. Relena
stood to inherit everything! I went to her. I'd kept in touch with her
over the years. She'd given me money on occasion when I'd needed it. She
gave me the Epyon. But apparently my father's and grandfather's influence
had finally gotten to her. I went to see her and demanded my portion of
Father's estate. She refused. So I slit her throat."
Duo whimpered as Zechs's hand wormed its way underneath the throw rug.
"Th...that's why you killed her? For money?"
Zechs laughed deeply. "Isn't it always about money?" He spun
Duo around, pinning him against the railing. Ice blue eyes gleamed predatorily
in the near darkness. For the first time, Duo noticed just how very nude
Zechs was and became almost painfully aware of his own state of undress.
"I became a cop for the money. I figured it would be easier to run
things from the inside rather than having to buy off the local police
"But... she was your sister."
"So? Relena and I were the only children. No cousins, no second cousins,
no maiden aunts or long lost uncles... the only heirs to the Peacecraft
legacy. I figured with Relena out of the way, there would be no one left
to inherit everything except me, no matter how 'disgraced' I had been."
He bent his head and ran his tongue over Duo's now bare collarbone.
Duo turned his head, squeezing his eyes shut. Feebly he pushed on Zechs's
shoulders, trying to push the bigger man away. "Stop..."
Zechs pulled his head away and smiled ruefully at him. "I had the
perfect plan too... until you came along." Strong hands began tugging
the blanket away. Duo clutched furiously at it, again attempting to squirm
out the man's grasp to no avail.
"Making it look like a teardrop killing you mean?" Duo spat,
clawing at Zechs's hands. Miraculously, the fog that had been clouding
his mind was beginning to fade. 'Keep him talking, Duo,' he thought to
himself. 'Stall. Just stall...'
"Those murders were the perfect opportunity for me. Make it look
like just another serial killing. Even if it didn't fool the cops for
long, it'd throw them off at least long enough for me to put the rest
of my plan into motion. Relena dead... and my dear old Grandfather would
die a few weeks later of a broken, weak heart. Or at least that's what
it would look like. It's amazing the number of undetectable poisons we
have in lockup in Narcotics." He leered at Duo, catching his wrists
in his hands. "Then you showed up. You lead them to the body sooner
than I expected. You got them to take an even closer look at the case.
You and your visions!"
He wrenched Duo away from the railing and flung him to the deck. The long-haired
teen bounced on the polished wood once before collapsing into a boneless
heap at Zechs's feet. In a flash, the blonde man was on him, straddling
his torso, hands sliding up to clutch at his neck. "When we met in
the bar and you told me of your visions, I knew you were telling
the truth - that your visions were real. You knew too much. You could
have had another and fingered me as Relena's killer. I couldn't let you
Duo grasped Zechs's wrists. The man wasn't tightening them around his
throat - yet - but Duo didn't like them being there. Déjà
vu swept through him of the night Mueller had broken into his apartment.
Waves of nausea washed over him, but he had to keep Zechs talking. It
was imperative that he keep the blonde above him distracted in order for
For Heero to do what? His lover didn't even know where he was. And yet...
something was telling him that stalling Zechs from doing anything... more...
was vitally important. And Heero was involved in some way. What it was
he did not know, but he was determined to do it.
"Why not just kill me outright?" he whispered, not trying to
hide the fear in his eyes. One hand left his neck and ghost down his chest.
Duo jumped as cold fingers grazed one nipple. He didn't like this. How
could he ever have let Zechs do to him what had happened? How could he
ever want anyone after Heero.
"You... intrigued me." The hand slid lower. "Besides, I
couldn't just kill you outright. It took me weeks plan Relena's death,
gleaning all the information about the 'teardrop' murders from Chang.
I knew about the leak in the department. So I sent word to the papers
about your involvement in the investigation. You matched the victims'
profile perfectly. I hoped my scapegoat would take an interest... and
if he didn't, I could do as I did before and make it look like he had
done it. And when that failed, I planted the knife in Yuy's apartment,
knowing you would find it and most likely jump to the wrong conclusions."
He smirked. "And here you are. You fell right into my hands."
One sharp tug and the throw rug was yanked away, exposing Duo's body to
Zechs's hungry gaze. "I can't say I'm sorry that my first little
plan failed. It would have been a shame to kill you without having you
Duo panicked. He hadn't given Heero enough time! He struggled beneath
Zechs, scratching the man's skin with his fingernails. "Don't you
touch me!" he screamed, raking his nails down Zechs's chest. The
blonde hissed. He grabbed Duo's head and slammed it down onto the deck.
Light exploded behind the teen's eyelids as pain radiated through his
skull. His body went limp, too stunned by the sudden blow to the head
to move. With one hand, Zechs pinned his wrists to the deck above his
head. The other parted his legs roughly.
"Stupid kid. We're anchored in the middle of the bay. Where do you
think you're gonna go?" He spat into his hand and rubbed the slippery
liquid over his engorged cock. Duo cried out as Zechs lifted one leg violently
upwards and positioned himself at his entrance. "I've been wanting
to do this for a long time," he hissed before leaning down to crush
his mouth to Duo's and thrusting his hips forward.
The little speedboat zoomed over the waves, flying over the surface so
fast, Heero wasn't entirely sure if it was even touching the water at
all. He didn't bother looking at the speedometer. He had the throttle
down as far as it could go. The Motoryacht he was chasing loomed closer.
It appeared to have stopped moving, something for which Heero was eternally
grateful. Not that the speedboat he'd acquired couldn't catch up even
if it were... but having the Epyon floating in one place helped close
the distance immensely. He just prayed he wasn't too late.
The few moments it took to bring the speedboat in line with the taller
Epyon stretched out into an unbearable length of time. Heero cursed the
slowness of his fingers as he hastily tied the speedboat to one of the
aft boarding ladders. He scrambled up the ladder and onto the deck, drawing
his gun as soon as he found his footing. The aft deck was small with only
one or two pieces of deck furniture.
Before him stood a pair of sliding glass doors leading into some kind
of room. He approached the doors slowly. The lights inside were out; he
peered through the glass but couldn't see anything beyond what appeared
to be a bed. Reaching out, he grasped the door handle and pulled, scowling
when he found his entrance locked. To his right he noticed a tiny walkway
between the main cabin and the railing of the yacht. With his gun in front
of him, he cautiously peered around the corner...
...and broke into a dead run when he heard a scream coming from the forward
Duo! Duo was screaming. He was alive! But for how long? He shot off a
quick prayer as he ran, pleading with God that he could make it in time.
The world was black, darker than it had been. Before, he could see the
glittering lights of the city in the distance and the sheen of the moon
overhead. But now, there was nothing.
Slowly, he became aware of his surroundings. The first thing he noticed
was the sound of heavy breathing. He thought it was his, but the tone
and pitch were off. Whoever was breathing - no, panting - was close. He
could feel their breath on his face.
Pain was the next thing he became aware of. It radiated out from the back
of his skull through his entire body to mingle with another kind of pain
below. A stretching kind of pain.
He opened his eyes. His vision blurred, he could only make out the hulking
outline of the figure above him, moving over him, inside him...
And then the weight on top of him was gone, bowled over by some shining
The momentum of the action rolled him onto his side. He clawed at the
deck below him, trying to push himself up. The throw rug he'd grabbed
earlier was tangled around one leg. He yanked it over his body as he pushed
himself up into a half-sitting position. He struggled to clear his vision.
Gradually the two shapes struggling together several feet away came into
focus. He gasped as he recognized Heero's slender muscular form wrestling
with Zechs for control. Desperate to help his lover, he attempted once
again to stand, only to slump back onto the deck when a wave of dizziness
swept through him. He cried out in frustration. He had to help Heero!
He turned his head away, cursing his traitorous, weak body.
Something glittering in the light of the moon caught his eye. He turned
his head and gasped when he saw Heero's gun lying just a few feet from
where he lay. Glancing back at the two men, he saw Zechs punch Heero in
the stomach, momentarily knocking the wind out of the Japanese detective.
He turned back to the gun and knew what he had to do.
Gritting his teeth, he slowly began to pull himself by his arms towards
the fallen weapon. It was slow going. He hurt everywhere, and his
vision kept blurring in and out. But he had to make it... had to reach
His hand closed over the cool metal just as he heard the thud of a body
hitting the wood floor. His heart froze as he saw Heero lying on the deck,
curled into a ball around his stomach.
From that moment, the world seemed to go into slow motion. He saw Zechs
throw open the lid of a nearby live-well and pull out a small, nasty looking
harpoon gun. Snarling, the blonde pulled back the safety and aimed it
at the prone body of his lover. The last clear thought Duo had was that
he thought Zechs looked like some kind of ancient god, poised naked in
the moonlight, holding a spear as though to slay some monstrous, mythical
But the beast he was about to slay was Heero. His Heero. Duo didn't
stop to think. He just reacted. He lifted the gun, took aim with shaking
hands, and fired.
Heero blinked in disbelief as Zechs fell to the floor. He had looked up
in time to see the wicked looking harpoon aimed for the spot between his
eyes. He knew he didn't have time to react. His only regret had been that
he'd failed Duo. He braced himself for the end...
then a loud *bang* deafened him and sent Zechs crashing to the deck, screaming
and clutching his leg.
Heero reacted instantly, leaping off the ground, ignoring his bruised
ribs, and striding swiftly to where Zechs lay in a pool of blood. He kicked
the harpoon gun away and swiftly handcuffed the nude blonde to the deck
railing. He gave in to his urges and kicked the man in the ribs, smirking
with satisfaction as he heard the crunch of bone snapping under his foot.
He leaned down and placed his face next to Zechs's pain-filled one. Taking
hold of a handful of blonde hair, he jerked Zechs's head back so the man
was forced to look into his cold, burning eyes.
"You will never touch him again!" he hissed before shoving the
man's head away, disgusted. He picked himself off the deck and hurried
over to his fallen lover.
Duo was staring at the gun in his hands, eyes glazed over in shock. Heero
knelt down next to his little lover and gently pried the weapon out of
his hands, securing it in his holster as one arm snaked across Duo's shoulders.
"Duo... are you all right?" he asked with a trembling voice.
'Baka! Of course he's not all right! You saw what that... bastard...
was doing to him. Oh God...'
"Duo?" he repeated, fear creeping through his belly as his little
lover turned dead eyes towards him.
"H...Heero?" He looked around as though confused about his surroundings.
"Is it... is it over?"
"Aa." As carefully as he could manage, he stood, helping Duo
to stand as well. He set the young man on his feet then cursed as Duo
pitched forward. "Duo?!"
"Dun feel s'good, H'ro," the long-haired teen slurred.
Heero reached up and forced one of Duo's eyes open wide, swearing loudly
as he saw the telltale signs of drug interaction. "Duo, what happened?
What did he do to you?" he asked, voice shaking with fear. He wished
he'd killed Zechs when he had the chance.
"Z'chs... put summin' in my drink... hit my head... H'ro... I can't
feel my body..." His words trailed off as he slumped forward, unconscious.
"Duo? Duo!" Heero shook the younger man slightly but received
no response. He turned his attention to where Zechs lay half-propped against
the deck railing. "Kisama! What did you give him?"
Zechs stared at him coldly but did not answer.
Heero growled, drew his gun with his free hand, and aimed at Zechs's groin.
"Tell me now or I turn you into a woman."
The blonde man had the presence of mind to look startled for a moment
before rattling off the name of one of the more potent date-rape drugs.
"And you mixed that with alcohol?? Shit!" He holstered
his gun and swept Duo into his arms. He looked around, panicked, never
feeling more helpless in his life than he did right then. A small sliver
of relief cut through him as he saw a line of Coast Guard and Port Authority
patrol vessels heading their way. With any luck, they'd have a paramedic
with them. He hoped so. He and Duo could use a little miracle about now.
Clutching the limp form of his lover tightly to him, he said another little
prayer. 'Please hang on just a little longer, love. Just a little longer
and I'll never let you go again.'
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