Here it is, fic number
two! This one's a tiny bit limey, with anticipated NCS, a wee touch of
swearing, and a little humor. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: We all know they're not mine. Alas.
Also, this fic has nothing to do with D&D. I simply borrowed the title.
By TJ Dragonblade
~blah~ = thoughts
*blah* = emphasis
~Curse me for a fool,~
Wufei thought with no small amount of irritation as he glared around the
interior of his cell. ~I've got to learn to be more careful~.
Breaking into the targeted compound had been far easier than he had expected;
however, he hadn't been inside two minutes when he was rendered unconscious
by a blow from behind. He'd been so focused on his mission that he hadn't
even sensed the other's presence. Upon waking several moments later, he'd
found himself here. Obviously he was still on earth; he knew he hadn't
been out long enough for a trip to the colonies. Besides, this place was
all wood and stone, not reinforced steel and titanium. The only light
admitted was through the bars in the wooden door, set too high to see
out of. The dim illumination revealed a pair of iron manacles bolted into
the dark surface of the opposite wall; other than that, the little cell
It had taken Wufei all of five minutes to familiarize himself with his
new surroundings; he now sat cross-legged in one corner, eyes on the door.
There wasn't much else he could do. He was thinking that this looked like
something one might find hidden away in the estate of some European noble
when he caught the slight metallic scrape of a key turning in the lock.
He quickly and silently moved into a defensive crouch as a figure entered
the cell and closed the door behind itself.
"So, the little dragon is awake," the figure said. The voice was low and
pleasant, almost warm though it held a hint of malice. The shadowy lighting
was enough to show Wufei a glimpse of his captor's face above the dark
jacket and white pants of an Oz officer's uniform. The man was young,
ridiculously so, and not much taller than Wufei himself.
Only one enemy. Making a split second decision, the Chinese boy launched
himself at his captor, intent on taking him down and arming himself on
his way out of the cell. But the Oz soldier anticipated the move, sidestepping
his rush and catching him by his wrists.
"My, but you're a feisty one," the officer drawled, pushing a struggling
Wufei back toward the wall with the shackles. The Chinese pilot kicked
out savagely, his blows barely connecting, cursing himself the entire
~Sha zi!(1) Weakling! You are stronger than this!~ he berated furiously
within the silence of his mind as he was forced to his knees, his arms
clamped to the wall above him. ~One mere youth of a soldier should
not be able to hold you! Why can you not break free?!~ He jerked uselessly
against the restraints as his captor stood and backed away.
"Much better, my little dragon," the silky voice purred.
"I am not yours," Wufei spat, trying unsuccessfully to free his legs from
where they were pinned beneath him. He was now completely helpless.
"Oh, you will be soon enough," his captor purred again, unhooking a riding
crop from his belt.
Wufei glowered up at the young officer, his rage simmering just under
the surface. "Whip me. Beat me. Torture me. You may as well kill me; I'll
tell you nothing," he growled, voice low and dangerous.
The soldier laughed, a warm caressing sound that was totally out of place
here. "Oh how naïve, my little one," he said amusedly. "What I want from
you has nothing to do with information." He advanced on the chained Gundam
pilot and crouched, knees pressing forward into his captive's thighs.
"No, what I want is something much more…fulfilling."
This close, Wufei could clearly see the unsettlingly evil leer that graced
the other's face; even so, he was not prepared when the soldier -- a lieutenant,
he could now make out -- suddenly grabbed his tank top in both fists and
ripped it off violently. He flinched involuntarily as the other youth
touched him, hands smoothing roughly over his bared flesh. He forced himself
to remain stiff and unmoving, uncooperative as those hands slid insistently
into the small of his back and an unwelcome mouth dropped to nuzzle wetly
at the junction of his neck and shoulder.
"Mmm, delicious," that infuriating voice murmured against his skin, lips
working up to his throat.
Wufei moved suddenly, snapping for his captor's exposed ear, intending
to bite. It was just about the only defense he had left. He missed; but
the lieutenant jerked away, grinning in the darkness.
"So, the dragon's got teeth, does he?" He picked up the forgotten riding
crop from where it lay on the ground beside them. "So much the better."
The leather tip of the crop traced down Wufei's cheek. "I am going to
"Kisama." The Gundam pilot jerked away from that touch, disgust plainly
showing on his features. His voice was a growl. "Get away from me."
The soldier laughed again, leaning closer. "And what are you going to
do if I don't?" he asked, voice sultry as he slid the handle of the riding
crop down between his captive's spread thighs, rubbing it against him
with a most unwelcome intimacy.
Wufei gritted his teeth, furious as he felt his body beginning to betray
him. "I will find a way to make you regret it," he ground out harshly,
his mind racing. He was helpless chained to the wall like this. But the
overzealous lieutenant couldn't fuck him this way, either. He'd have to
be ready to attack the instant he was turned loose to be raped.
"I'm sure," the officer purred contemptuously, his free hand stroking
over his prisoner's chest as he continued caressing the boy's manhood
with the stiff leather whip.
Wufei was now completely hard, his body responding without his permission
despite his best attempts to quell it. He decided to provoke his captor,
gambling that the young man would proceed more quickly if he was angry.
"What do you intend, to fondle me all night? Get on with your whipping,"
he said flatly, glaring into the other's face.
"Oh no, little dragon, the whipping comes later," the lieutenant leered,
pressing forward, continuing his molestation.
Wufei decided to push it. He gave voice to a terribly fake moan of pleasure,
followed by his best Heero Yuy monotone. "Oh. Yes. That's so good. Don't
That did it. The officer drew back, anger flaring in his face. "You mock
me, you little bitch?" he hissed, eyes glittering dangerously.
Wufei narrowed his own eyes, incensed at the name he'd just been called
but holding it in check. He switched his Yuy monotone for a fair imitation
of the Duo Maxwell sarcasm. "Noo, I secretly enjoy being chained
up and manhandled against my will. It really turns me on."
The soldier grabbed him by the throat, pressing upward on his jaw to force
his head back. The riding crop was tossed aside to be replaced by a rough
hand that squeezed him hard. The Chinese boy winced involuntarily, and
his captor grinned.
"Well, if you like it so much, maybe I should give you more," he purred,
firmly rubbing his prisoner's sex.
Wufei dropped his voice to a low, sultry tone. "No, really. I do
He pushed his groin into the lieutenant's hand. "Can't you tell?" His
body seemed distinctly aroused even if his mind was not. He let his eyelids
drop to half-mast as he met the soldier's lecherous gaze and curved his
mouth into what he hoped was a sexy smile. He felt ridiculous, trying
to be seductive with an enemy's hand at his throat; but it was his best
shot to get out of here. "Just look at me," he purred up at the young
man. "I'm pretty, nubile, half-naked, helplessly bound…" He trailed off
and pursed his lips slightly, invitingly. "You know you want a taste…"
The lieutenant was hooked, his breathing shallow, eyes wide. Wufei was
willing to bet he was also rock hard as he leaned in close again, barely
softening his grip under Wufei's jaw. "Twisted, aren't you, my little
dragon," he murmured, brushing his lips across his captive's before kissing
Wufei kept up his pretense for a couple seconds, encouraging his captor
until the lieutenant's tongue squirmed into his mouth. Then he bit down
hard, grinning his satisfaction as the officer yelped and jerked away.
"Itai!" the youth cried, stumbling to his feet; then, discovering that
that word was now painful to pronounce, "Ow! Ow ow ow ow OW!"
The overhead light flicked on, revealing the little cell as the walk-in
closet it was originally intended to be. Wufei blinked at the sudden brightness,
his grin broadening slightly at the sight of Duo in the Oz uniform he'd
"acquired" before the war ended, one finger pressed between his lips as
he nursed his injured tongue.
The braided boy glared at his smirking lover still shackled against the
darkly painted wall of their little makeshift dungeon.
He pulled his finger away from his mouth long enough to exclaim, albeit
somewhat slurred, "Damn, `Fei, nah tho hard!"(2)
Wufei let his smile turn lazy. "You play your part, I play mine," he said
softly, voice still low and sexy.
Duo just stared at him, irritation fading back into arousal. "You're really
gettin' into this, aren'tcha," he stated, watching as his lover's smile
turned sultry in response. He shook his head slightly, touching two fingers
to the subsiding sting in his tongue again. The slender digits came away
thinly stained a light crimson. His eyes widened.
"Geez, `Fei, you drew blood!"
"Did I?" Wufei caught his braided lover with a smoldering half-lidded
stare and traced the tip of his tongue lightly over his lower lip. "Let
me taste," he purred, leaning forward against the shackles that held him
Duo's eyes widened again, then narrowed with anticipation. "You evil,
kinky little hentai," he breathed, grinning wickedly.
Wufei tilted his head slightly, his entire body radiating an intense come-hither
aura, and blinked slowly. Duo flipped out the lights.
(1)Sha zi: I understand this
is Mandarin for idiot -- lemme know if I got it wrong!
(2)Not so hard
TJ: This fic brought to you
by Alice, my muse of humor, kink, and general weirdness. He's also responsible
for anything demented or psychotic.
Alice: Yeah, yeah. Blame it all on me. Can I have my riding crop back
Duo: But we're not done playing yet!
Wufei: We will return it next week.
Duo: So soon, babe? That's barely time to get started!
Wufei: Mmm. Maybe next month.
Alice: -_-; No, no, never mind. Keep it. I've got more.
TJ: Somehow I'm not surprised.
Wufei: (glaring at Duo) And if you *ever* call me `bitch' again…
Duo: Hey, that was her fault!
Wufei: (turns his glare on TJ)
TJ: ^_^; Heh heh -- gomen?
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