see ch. 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
Warriors + Chapter 78
It was a sixteen-hour flight
from New Orleans to Tokyo. Heero slept like the dead for the first eight
hours, which was really odd for him before a mission. They'd hardly done
any planning, and Heero was usually the one who could go without sleep
for days in the field. Duo got in a few hours rest, then sat watching
his lover for a while, trying to interpret the subtle play of emotions
on his face as he dreamed whatever he was dreaming. They didn't look like
happy ones. He muttered in his sleep, too, and Duo caught bits of what
sounded like Japanese. He didn't speak any himself, and it was frustrating
not to be able to know what he was saying.
Giving up, he kissed him on the forehead, then went back to the cockpit
and opened up Heero's laptop to look for information on their destination.
Kisarazu was an old industrial port located on the eastern shore of Tokyo
Bay, and was connected to Kawasaki City by a long raised highway called
the Aqualine that spanned a narrow point in the bay. There had been all
sorts of heavy industry there, including steel mills, and a huge thermal
power plant. There was also some big science institute called the Kisusa
Akademia Center. That probably explained why the Alliance had located
a suit factory there. Duo found pictures and maps, as well as archived
news reports of Heero's raid on the factory early in the war. There were
even photos of Wing smashing through towers and hangars.
From what Duo could tell from public records, it had been a decent surgical
strike overall, limited entirely to the confines of the base. Only bad
intelligence had screwed that pooch and civilians had died. It was a damn
shame, of course, but what the hell had the Alliance planners been thinking,
putting personnel housing in a place like that?
He took out the list of enemy gathering places Zechs had given Heero and
checked them against a city map, pinpointing locations. There were just
two names, and he found they were within a few blocks of each other in
a neighborhood near the wharves. The third item was a person, rather than
a place. Raphael Conte; the S.K.U.M. filmmaker. Duo did a search and found
the address of his studio in Tokyo, and a website. Turned out he was based
there because of the more lenient laws on the production of hardcore porn.
Zechs hadn't let them watch any of the vids, but the website featured
plenty of stills and video clip samples. Duo looked back at Heero, making
sure he was still asleep, then jacked in a pair of earphones and began
wading through the filth.
It was sick stuff, nothing Duo would ever have gone near on his own. Worse
yet, the actors looked way too much like the pilots they were portraying.
The kid playing Duo could have been a brother. He wondered if the guy's
long hair was real or a wig.
There were all kinds of still shots of him being beaten up and abused.
In some he was defiant, in others he was crying and begging. Duo gritted
his teeth. He'd cried sometimes, but he'd never fucking begged! Sickened
as he was, Duo could not resist clicking on a link to vid clips featuring
his character. They were about what he'd expected: lots of mouth fucking
and penetration shots, along with really nasty stuff like guys pissing
or coming in his face. That hadn't happened, either. Queasy and furious,
he watched just a moment or two of each, then clicked to the next. But
the sixth one brought him up short. In it, four big goons in OZ uniforms
had "Duo" pinned face down on a table wearing nothing but his black shirt.
A fifth guy was whaling on him with a belt. And his hair was loose. And
his arms were in manacles.
Duo barely made it back to the head in time, and then he was retching
miserably into the stainless steel crapper, praying the blue water didn't
splash back up in his face. He'd done a good job of forgetting that night
in custody on the moon base but it all came back now: the way the drunken
Ozzys had pawed him, beaten him, and then-- the rape. Trowa had saved
him that night, but not before they'd left deep scars on Duo's soul, and
a few on his body, too. A few faint pale lines still showed on his ass
and left hip where the belt had cut into his skin.
He hung on the edge of the bowl, fighting back tears, wanting the memories
to stop. When they'd thrown him back in the cell with Heero and Wufei,
he'd wanted so bad just to curl up in Heero's arms, the way he had in
Finland, but it hadn't been possible. Not in front of Wufei. Not with
the OZ bastards probably watching them through the view port. Heero had
sat close to him the rest of the night, but it hadn't been enough. He'd
wanted to die.
It all came back on him now as he crouched shivering over the toilet.
Try as he might, he couldn't seem to bury it. Sliding down the wall in
the confined space between toilet and sink, he wrapped his arms around
his knees and clutched his braid hard, twisting it in his hands.
He didn't know how long he'd been there when the door slid open and Heero
leaned down to help him up. Duo let Heero lead him back to the bed. The
laptop was there, and the opening shot of the damn clip was paused on
the screen. Fuck. He'd forgotten to clear it and Heero, being Heero, had
figured out what he was up to in no time flat.
Heero didn't say anything, didn't ask any questions. He just cleared the
screen, then gathered Duo into his arms the way Duo had longed for that
long ago night. He rocked him as Duo wept and stroked his hair and rubbed
his back. Duo suddenly flashed on how Heero had looked that night and
wondered if this was what he'd really wanted to do, but couldn't. Heero
hadn't known how, back then. But he sure did now and Duo calmed quickly
under that loving touch. Heero had changed so much, but then he guessed
they all had. He'd loved that Heero back then, but he liked this one even
"I knew they hurt you worse than you said," Heero said at last. His voice
was rough with sorrow and anger, but he was still stroking his hair so
gently. "I wish I could have killed them!"
"Wish I coulda helped you." Duo sighed. "This Conte guy? He really did
some research, didn't he? I wonder what he's got on the rest of you?"
"I've looked. Some of the settings regarding me are accurate, but the
events are pure fabrication. I was never raped or tortured during the
war. But there are some post war scenes . . . I think he either knows
what happened to me, or his mind just works the same way. But to my knowledge,
none of the rest of us was ever abused as badly as you were during the
war. Of course, you got captured more than anyone else."
"Still rubbing that in, aren't you?" But Duo wasn't pissed. It was true.
Feeling safe now in his lover's strong arms, he snuggled closer. "You
saved my ass a lot of times though, didn't you, babe? My knight in spandex
"But other times I didn't." Heero's arms tightened almost painfully around
him. "All those times when I wanted . . . But those days are gone, Duo,
I promise you." He pulled back, holding him by the shoulders, an almost
desperate look in his eyes. "No mission will ever get in the way of taking
care of you, helping you. I promise you that! Nothing in the world is
more important to me than you. Nothing. No one!"
"Baby, you're shaking," Duo said softly, cradling Heero's face between
his hands. Heero didn't look right all of a sudden. There was look in
his eyes that Duo had never seen before. It was like fear, but with something
else, something wild and scary.
"You shouldn't be here, Duo!"
"What're you talking about, 'ro? I'm your wingman, remember?"
"My wingman . . ."
"You all right, baby?" Duo asked, concerned. Heero seemed confused.
The look disappeared as suddenly as it had come. Heero pulled free and
sat back, looking at him oddly. "I'm fine. You just had some bad luck,
"Huh?" Had they skipped a groove somewhere?
"And more guts than sense," Heero added, giving him a fond smile.
Still puzzled and a little unsettled, Duo shook his head. "That may still
be true. What the fuck are we doing, Heero? We're walking blind into a
situation we know almost nothing about, with all that!" He jerked a thumb
at the bulging duffle of contraband weapons they'd liberated from Tro's
secret stash. "This whole adventure could end real quick at Japanese customs."
"I've been thinking about that." Heero was all mission now. "We'll stash
it here, and reconnoiter."
"I've scoped out those two bars online. I say we start there, unless you
have a better idea?"
"No, that's good. We'll save Conte for later."
"Undercover or full frontal?"
"We don't know how many we're up against, so undercover first."
"Which bar you want to start with?" Duo picked up the laptop to call up
the map he found. "We've got the Black Horse and the Samurai. A message
prompt blinking up in the corner of the screen caught his eye. "You got
"Hn." Heero keyed in the password and opened the email. Duo leaned in
and read over his shoulder.
What the FUCK are you doing??? Sandrock freaking out! Get your asses back
here! Preventers already involved! Risk too great, with toybox! Copy now!!!!
Duo shook his head. "Wow, it's not like Tro to yell. I think he's pissed
about us borrowing his stuff."
"He's scared for us, and angry at being left behind." Heero's fingers
hovered over the keyboard for a moment. Then he hit "delete."
Zechs sat on the edge of their unmade hotel bed, watching morosely as
Wufei buckled the belt of his Preventers uniform and pulled his hair back
into that tight ponytail. Sally was waiting for him out in the living
room. Zechs had made up his mind to put up a good front for Wufei's sake
and so far he'd managed. "Under different circumstances, it might be sexy
to see you like this again," he said, trying to cover his own pain.
Wufei wasn't fooled for a moment, of course, He came over and knelt between
his knees, looking up at him sadly. "I'm really sorry about this, Zechs,"
he said for at least the tenth time in the past two hours. "I can only
imagine how hard it is for you, staying behind. But you know--"
"Yes, it's for the best. I'd be a liability," Zechs finished for him,
not able to mask his bitterness. But it was the truth, and they both knew
it. He kissed Wufei and pulled him close, winding his fingers in that
silky black switch of hair. "I meant what I told you when we became lovers,
Wufei. You do what you have to do; I'll be here when you get back. I just--well,
I don't suppose I thought you'd take me up on it quite so soon."
Wufei hugged him hard. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
Zechs chuckled in spite of himself. "Really? And how do you mean to do
Wufei sat back on his heels, hands resting on Zechs's thighs. He was blushing,
and the sudden shyness in his dark eyes was at odds with the uniform and
gun. It really was an erotic contrast, Zechs couldn't help noting despite
the situation. "It's been a while since--since I've worn something--special
for you." He swallowed hard as he went a shade darker pink. "In the bedroom?"
Zechs caught his breath, his concern and frustration momentarily swept
aside as he realized what Wufei was saying. The memory of his tough, lovely
little warrior in stockings and satin gloves still gave him an instant
hard on. This time was no different, especially when Wufei leaned up and
kissed him deeply, then whispered, "Anything you want--my emperor.*" The
boy's cheeks went from pink to scarlet; he'd never said anything like
that before, never called him anything but 'Zechs', even in bed. It was
all Zechs could do not to rip that ugly uniform off him and ravish him
right there on the floor.
Instead, he stood up, pulling Wufei to his feet with him, and straightened
his tie for him. "I'll give your proposal serious thought. In the meantime,
you stay sharp out there, agent. Keep in contact and come back to me in
one piece. That's an order, 05."
"I'd better. I haven't driven that Porsche you gave me for my birthday
yet, have I? You keep me updated on Trowa and Quatre." The shy blossom
boy was gone; Wufei was all mission now. "Watch Trowa. I wouldn't put
it past him to do something stupid, too. He's worse than Yuy and Maxwell
put together at times, when it comes to a mission. I'm a worried about
him. I've never seen him like he's been since the explosion."
"He nearly lost Quatre in that blast. In his place, I'd be hysterical,
too, even without the concussion. But he's in no shape to go anywhere.
"That won't stop him, if he makes up his mind."
"I'll keep that in mind. I'll have him sedated, if necessary."
Wufei managed a wan smile at that, even though Zechs hadn't been joking.
"Well, I better go."
They walked out together to meet Sally, who was speaking with several
other field agents and the head of Zechs's security.
She smiled as she tossed Wufei his badge. He checked the number and saw
it was the same as the one he'd had before.
"Une's had you on inactive status," Sally told him. "The paperwork for
your resignation keeps getting 'lost'."
"Stubborn bitch," Zechs muttered. Inactive status meant that technically,
a retired agent could be called back in whether he wanted to or not.
She handed Wufei a padded envelope. "Here are the rest of the things you
requested. I don't know what you two said to her, but it worked."
Zechs smiled. "I'm not one to overlook an advantage. "
There was no putting it off any longer. It was time for them to go. With
all the other people in the room, many of them strangers, Zechs limited
himself to a last nod to Wufei as he headed to the door with Sally. The
warmth in Wufei's dark eyes as he returned it was a good as a kiss, but
Zechs already felt the distance between them, even before the door closed
//Be careful, mei, my love. Come home safe.//
A/N: 1/20/05: *I'm totally enjoying the feedback on Wufei's "my emperor"
comment! So far it's been mostly amusement, with a few undertones of horror,
perhaps? (Hugs to ahorse, priscel, annissa) Since I'm in the mood to state
the obvious, a couple of things.
For those of you who've forgotten, the "emperor" line, along
with all Zechs's "blossom" talk, stems back to Ch. 57 when Zechs
quoted pre-colony Chinese homoerotic poetry, written by an ancient Chinese
emperor to his boy lover, to show (and seduce) Wufei that such things
were indeed part of his culture. The poems are real, btw. In another poem
from this period, beautiful boy lovers of the emperors are compared to
"peach and plum blossoms". For poor confused, innocent, repressed
Wufei, such things were shocking eye openers, but also deeply meaningful
in coming to terms with his own true sexuality. And they turned him on
no end, of course.
Wufei is, in sexual terms, a submissive, as well as repressed. That doesn't
mean that he's a wimp in everyday life, obviously, or that he needs to
be tied up or spanked to get off. (That would be Duo, and that's a *whole*
different kettle of fish.) It just turns him on to be with someone who
takes control sexually; Zechs is a very loving, refined, and elegant top,
Wufei's perfect match.
Being pushed to his limits and beyond, as in the China Doll chapter, is
both educational and exciting, but it's also strictly bedroom play. In
daily life, things like Zechs choosing his wardrobe are more subtle manifestations
of this. The real thrill isn't what he wears, but the trust needed in
giving up control. For someone as tightly wrapped as Wufei, that's a big
deal. But he doesn't need to wear women's lingerie under his clothes or
Beyond all that, he and Zechs are also deeply in love, each having found
both a soulmate and a perfect sexual partner in the other. Don't look
for any "Now it's your turn on top, Wufei" scenes. Ain't gonna
BTW, if anyone has any suggestions for that "special" outfit,
email me! firstname.lastname@example.org
Can you tell I really get into this pairing? Actually, they're all great
fun, because they are all so different, given the personalities involved.
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