Title: Lustful Dragon
Chapter: Three
Warnings: Yaoi!
Author: East Side
Setting: Modern day China
Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing!
Heero, with a firm hold on Duo's arm, began pulling him past the corner of the grand house, towards the vehicles that he knew would be waiting for them. He whistled to get the attention of Trieze and Zechs and they all stealthily made their way to Dorothy.
Creeping up to the black getaway cars, the assassins and their prisoners heard a heartbreaking sob.
When Quatre, hands tied behind his back, came into their line of sight, Heero slapped his hand over Duos mouth to stop the anguish cry that had begun to form on his lips. Trowa and Quatre were on their knees, two feet away from each other. Trowa's hands were cuffed behind his back and was staring defiantly into the barrel of a hand gun that was aimed at his forehead. At the other end of the gun was a tall blonde girl.
Dorothy Catolina.
Quatre, poor Quatre, tears streamed down his angelic face as he watched as his lover was about to be taken from his life forever.
At the last moment, after a pleading look from Duo's violet orbs, Heero reached out and tipped the bottom of the gun upwards, so that when Dorothy pulled the trigger, the bullet flew, harmlessly, into the night sky.
Quatre shuffled over to Trowa and threw himself on the taller boy. Shaking uncontrollably, the blonde boy cried his heart out, his tears dampening the collar of Trowa's shirt. Quatre's lover whispered words of comfort to his angel, his arms that were cuffed behind his back, itched to wrap around him and keep him safe for all eternity.
Dorothy shot an annoyed glare at Heero.
Apparently, the two lovers had been trying to make their own getaway. In attempting to leave behind this society that refused to accept them, their lives had almost been taken by this wretch of a woman.
"So I take it that you want their lives spared also?" Zechs asked Wufei.
Wufei, enraged at the woman who dared attempt to take away love such as this, nodded vigorously.
"That alters the plan." Dorothy protested, "The safehouse arranged for us is only large enough for the original five, now there's three more."
"Well then, we'll just have to double up in rooms." Trieze said. "What do you have to say about that, Dragon?"
"I'll sleep anywhere if you just let them live." Wufei growled, attempting not to lose his temper, which was a hard feat to do when one was around someone as haughty as Trieze Khushrenada.
Zechs laughed and said; "Well by all means then, let the two lovers live." Dorothy scowled but accepted the order.
"This must be what that letter meant by 'discovered'." Trieze said looking at Quatre sobbing shamelessly on Trowa.
They were ushered into the black SUV's. Heero sat with his gun trained on Duo, in the back of the one driven by Dorothy. Zechs sat in the passenger seat.
The other vehicle was driven by Midii Une. Quatre, who had clung onto Trowa and could not be separated, sat in the back seat on top of Trowa's lap. Trieze sat in back with them and, because Une had to drive and couldn't be bothered watching Wufei, pulled the Asian so he sprawled, gracefully, across Trieze's lap. Gun trained on all three, they made their way to the safehouse in silence.
Heero and Dorothy's ride was, unfortunately the opposite for them.
Their ears were tramped by the never ceasing chatter of Duo Maxwell.
HOURS LATER
The nightmare black SUV's pulled up to the safehouse. Daylight had already struck, they had been driving for hours. It was a new construction, fairly large with gigantic space around it before their neighbors land started. There was a front porch, with a wooden, white, patio swing. It was probably there to make the house seem like it was inhabited by a nice loving family, when in reality it housed ruthless assassins.
Trieze, Heero, Dorothy, Une and Zechs transferred their four captives into the house.
Zechs pulled Wufei, their primary target, up the stairs and into a room. There was a mahogany desk opposite the wall with the comfy looking bed.
Zechs moved closer to Wufei, making him tense. The platinum blonde's hand snaked down Wufei's arm to the cold metal handcuffs. He took a key from his pocket and pulled Wufei towards the bed. Realizing this, Wufei began struggling but stopped immediately after Zechs hand came up to caress his cheek. Zechs, assuring him with gestures instead of words, calmed the distressed Asian. Wufei tried to moderate his frantic breaths.
Again, Zechs began to pull Wufei towards the bed. He went, this time, hesitantly. Zechs unlocked one of his wrists and connected it with the bed post. Unfortunately for Wufei, it was not constructed out of weak wood, but instead it was had an iron frame.
"Might as well get some sleep, Dragon." Zechs suggested as he turned to walk away.
"Promise me that nothing will happen to the others." Wufei requested. Zechs halted his steps.
"I know the reason I am here, but the others you weren't supposed to capture. There is no need for them to come to harm. You know that as well as I know it." Wufei said, sitting on the bed.
"I cannot promise you anything." Zechs said truthfully.
"Why did you have to bring them into this? Why! You are ruining their lives for nothing! You could have simply knocked them unconscious and left them." Wufei growled.
"Do you think Duo was truly happy as a servant? Do you think Quatre would have loved to wake up after we knocked him unconscious, only to find his love already sent away? At least they are together!" Zechs shot back.
Trieze entered the room, his smile faltering as he saw the two men, Dragon and his lover, glaring at each other. The tension was so thick that it nearly smothered the ginger haired man.
Wufei adverted his gaze to the ground, not knowing how lenient his captors would be.
Seeing this, Zechs let his gaze fall to the floor also. Feeling ashamed for frightening Wufei, the blonde shuffled past Trieze and out of the room.
Trieze sighed and walked cautiously over to Wufei. Placing his hand on the mans shoulder, he said;
"He would never hurt you Wufei."
Unbelieving, Wufei closed his eyes and moved his shoulder out from under Trieze's touch.
ANOTHER PART OF THE HOUSE
At the order of Trieze, Heero had taken the braided baka up to his room. After a few thrown punches that had connected with Heero's body after he uncuffed one of Duo's hands, he threw the boy on to the bed and himself on top of him. Pinning his arms above his head, Heero brought his face down towards Duo's.
"Stop fighting." Heero growled.
Duo, in his perfect Shinigami voice, responded;
"Or what?"
Heero moved his hand down, not realizing in his rage that he was brushing Duos chest with his hand until fear was etched in those perfect violet eyes. Startled, Heero jumped off and away from the Duo.
Duo pulled his knees up to his chest and made no move to run even though he wasn't cuffed to anything.
"I wasn't going to take advantage of you." Heero said. "I was reaching for the knife in my boot. It was an accident, it won't happen again."
Heero gathered up his courage and walked back over to the huddling figure that was Duo. He gently grasped the lose hand and cuffed it to the bed post.
"Gomen Nasai" Heero whispered and then walked out of the room.
To Be Continued...
A/N: Please review! And tell me any ideas you have for the upcoming chapters!