The Greatest of These
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
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3,260
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16
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Sixteen
All previous disclaimers apply.
Author’s note: Just a short filler chapter to get where I want. More coming soon.
It was dark. Again. And he was trapped. Again. Damn it all to Hell! How the hell did they always manage to capture him? He was supposed to be the one who specialized in stealth, so how was it that they always managed to capture him first? He pulled against the shackles around his wrists, scraping and tearing at the skin until his wrists were bleeding. But, the blood was good. It would make his wrists slick. He pulled again and again until, finally, he couldn’t even feel his wrists. He should have been free by then, but the shackles were just too tight. And tearing at the skin on his wrists until they bled freely, then tearing at them more, he had lost enough blood to make him feel lightheaded. Not enough to kill him, as the wounds were already clotting, but he really couldn’t concentrate as he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to stop the room from spinning around him. He couldn’t even open his eyes again when the light shined bright on his lids.
“He’s a pretty thing, isn’t he?” He heard the slurred voices. Drunk soldiers. Great. Just what he needed right now, “Hard to believe he’s supposed to be so dangerous, isn’t it? When he’s all shackled up like that? Let’s have a closer look.”
He felt himself begin to hyperventilate when he felt their hands on him, loosening his hair, his shirt, his pants. But, still he couldn’t seem to open his eyes. He couldn’t even move the tiniest bit, put up any fight. Drugged! He was drugged. It was the only explanation. But, why hadn’t it kicked in before now?
“Such a pretty little thing. Such long hair. What does he think he is? A little girl? All he needs is a skirt. Maybe a good fuck. What do you think, beautiful? Oh, look what you’ve done to yourself. Cut your wrists. Trying to kill yourself? Well, not before we have our fun. Want to hear you scream, boy. Gundam pilot. 02.”
He could feel their hands on him. He wanted to fight, but he couldn’t even move. Even as they turned him over and pulled his pants down, exposing him like he was some common whore. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, the panic and shame building. And he did scream. As the first one entered him, tearing apart his body. He screamed. And kept screaming.
“Maxwell! Maxwell, wake up! Maxwell! Duo!”
Wu Fei put his hands on Duo’s shoulders to keep the struggling man still. He had heard Duo thrashing around in the living room and had thought that the American was having trouble sleeping. Seeing as he couldn’t sleep either, he had decided that he would offer to make them both some tea. he reached the living room just as the first of the screams began. Screams of pure terror and panic, shame and pain. He had never known Duo could make such a noise. He had come in and tried to wake Duo, but the man just kept struggling against him.
“Duo! Wake up!” He did the only thing he could think of and slapped Duo across the face as hard as he could.
Duo’s eyes opened suddenly, but they were wide, unseeing, glazed over with the remnants of his dream. Wu Fei recognized the look and backed off just a little. Their one night together Duo had had the same look on his face after a nightmare, but Wu Fei had been able to wake him before the terrifying screams. He carefully covered Duo’s hands with his own.
“You’re safe,” he whispered, using the same words he had used so long ago. Words he was sure Duo didn’t remember. Words he wasn’t sure he wanted Duo to remember, “It’s just you and me here. Come back to me now. Come back.”
Duo looked at him for a moment more, his breathing heavy, but, soon enough, his eyes cleared, his breathing returned to normal and he leaned over, pressing his forehead to his knees and moaning a little.
“I did it again, didn’t I? The nightmare?”
“Yes,” Wu Fei answered, “You did it again. What triggers it, Duo?”
“Not sure. Thanks for waking me. I’m so tired.”
“You’re doing too much, Duo,” Wu Fei stood and crossed his arms, ‘Working so hard and taking care of Sheira and me without a break. And sleeping on this couch. It’s not comfortable, Duo. I know it’s not. Why don’t you take the bed back? I can stay on the couch.”
“No,” Duo’s eyes were beginning to close again, “No. You’re my guest.”
“Guest?” Wu Fei scoffed and helped the half-sleeping man stand, leading him back to the bedroom, “More like leech. Lay down, Duo.”
Duo did as Wu Fei said, snuggling into the comfortable pillow and whispering, “There’s room for both of us, you know.”
“Yes,” Wu Fei smiled at the sleeping Duo as he slipped into the other side on the bed, “I know.”
He was nearly asleep when he felt Duo’s arm slip around his waist, Duo’s head come to rest on his shoulder. He was surprised to find how right it felt, put an arm around Duo’s shoulders, and fell asleep.
Author’s note: Just a short filler chapter to get where I want. More coming soon.
It was dark. Again. And he was trapped. Again. Damn it all to Hell! How the hell did they always manage to capture him? He was supposed to be the one who specialized in stealth, so how was it that they always managed to capture him first? He pulled against the shackles around his wrists, scraping and tearing at the skin until his wrists were bleeding. But, the blood was good. It would make his wrists slick. He pulled again and again until, finally, he couldn’t even feel his wrists. He should have been free by then, but the shackles were just too tight. And tearing at the skin on his wrists until they bled freely, then tearing at them more, he had lost enough blood to make him feel lightheaded. Not enough to kill him, as the wounds were already clotting, but he really couldn’t concentrate as he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to stop the room from spinning around him. He couldn’t even open his eyes again when the light shined bright on his lids.
“He’s a pretty thing, isn’t he?” He heard the slurred voices. Drunk soldiers. Great. Just what he needed right now, “Hard to believe he’s supposed to be so dangerous, isn’t it? When he’s all shackled up like that? Let’s have a closer look.”
He felt himself begin to hyperventilate when he felt their hands on him, loosening his hair, his shirt, his pants. But, still he couldn’t seem to open his eyes. He couldn’t even move the tiniest bit, put up any fight. Drugged! He was drugged. It was the only explanation. But, why hadn’t it kicked in before now?
“Such a pretty little thing. Such long hair. What does he think he is? A little girl? All he needs is a skirt. Maybe a good fuck. What do you think, beautiful? Oh, look what you’ve done to yourself. Cut your wrists. Trying to kill yourself? Well, not before we have our fun. Want to hear you scream, boy. Gundam pilot. 02.”
He could feel their hands on him. He wanted to fight, but he couldn’t even move. Even as they turned him over and pulled his pants down, exposing him like he was some common whore. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, the panic and shame building. And he did scream. As the first one entered him, tearing apart his body. He screamed. And kept screaming.
“Maxwell! Maxwell, wake up! Maxwell! Duo!”
Wu Fei put his hands on Duo’s shoulders to keep the struggling man still. He had heard Duo thrashing around in the living room and had thought that the American was having trouble sleeping. Seeing as he couldn’t sleep either, he had decided that he would offer to make them both some tea. he reached the living room just as the first of the screams began. Screams of pure terror and panic, shame and pain. He had never known Duo could make such a noise. He had come in and tried to wake Duo, but the man just kept struggling against him.
“Duo! Wake up!” He did the only thing he could think of and slapped Duo across the face as hard as he could.
Duo’s eyes opened suddenly, but they were wide, unseeing, glazed over with the remnants of his dream. Wu Fei recognized the look and backed off just a little. Their one night together Duo had had the same look on his face after a nightmare, but Wu Fei had been able to wake him before the terrifying screams. He carefully covered Duo’s hands with his own.
“You’re safe,” he whispered, using the same words he had used so long ago. Words he was sure Duo didn’t remember. Words he wasn’t sure he wanted Duo to remember, “It’s just you and me here. Come back to me now. Come back.”
Duo looked at him for a moment more, his breathing heavy, but, soon enough, his eyes cleared, his breathing returned to normal and he leaned over, pressing his forehead to his knees and moaning a little.
“I did it again, didn’t I? The nightmare?”
“Yes,” Wu Fei answered, “You did it again. What triggers it, Duo?”
“Not sure. Thanks for waking me. I’m so tired.”
“You’re doing too much, Duo,” Wu Fei stood and crossed his arms, ‘Working so hard and taking care of Sheira and me without a break. And sleeping on this couch. It’s not comfortable, Duo. I know it’s not. Why don’t you take the bed back? I can stay on the couch.”
“No,” Duo’s eyes were beginning to close again, “No. You’re my guest.”
“Guest?” Wu Fei scoffed and helped the half-sleeping man stand, leading him back to the bedroom, “More like leech. Lay down, Duo.”
Duo did as Wu Fei said, snuggling into the comfortable pillow and whispering, “There’s room for both of us, you know.”
“Yes,” Wu Fei smiled at the sleeping Duo as he slipped into the other side on the bed, “I know.”
He was nearly asleep when he felt Duo’s arm slip around his waist, Duo’s head come to rest on his shoulder. He was surprised to find how right it felt, put an arm around Duo’s shoulders, and fell asleep.