Fanfic Loosely Based On An Old Commercial

-----part 1----- 

Wufei shivered as the drug worked its way through his system. It made things so 
much simpler. It made him forget the war, the pain, the death. He could just lie 
there and watch the pretty colors as they went dancing by. That's all he cared 
about when the drug was in control. Now, as the war worsened, he found he wanted 
the drug to be in control more and more often. 

When his high wore down, he searched his stash for more. But he was running low. 
He'd have to talk to his dealer. To Treize.


"More already?" Treize shook his head. "You already owe me a lot of money for 
the last fix. I'm sorry, but I just can't keep giving you free stuff."

"Please," Wufei pleaded, "I need it. I'll give you anything at all. Just let me 
have a fix. Please?"

Treize considered for just a moment, then nodded. "Bring that pretty friend of 
yours to my place tonight. The one with the braid."

Wufei was nearly sick with horror. "I... I can't... please.. not him..."

"How badly do you want your fix?" Treize asked.

Wufei listened to himself with horror as he agreed to Treize's request.

Returning home, he found Duo watching television. "Get your coat on. We're going 
for a ride."

"Oh, really?" Duo bounded, delightedly, to the hall closet and grabbed his coat 
and cap.

//Yeah, really// Wufei thought to himself //I'm taking you to be raped because I'm 
a good-for-nothing, weak, pathetic, drug addict.//

"Yeah," Wufei said aloud, "just the two of us. You looked as bored as I feel."

The both ran out to the car and drove off, Wufei in the driver's seat. 

Duo started singing and Wufei soon joined in. After they'd gone through Soldier 
Boy, One Tin Soldier, Eve of Destruction, No Easy Way To Be Free, and, strangely 
enough, The Lion Sleeps Tonight, Duo was in the middle of Dead Puppies when the 
song died in his throat.

"That's..." he whispered, in confusion.

Wufei nodded. "I'm sorry." he said, as he pulled up to the front of the OZ base.

Duo felt a pinprick in his arm, then dizziness swept over him. He watched 
everything spin around him as Wufei picked him up and carried him inside. 

-----part 2----- 

"Put him on the bed." Treize ordered. He watched with hungry eyes as Wufei 
complied, then began to undress. "Remove his clothes."

"Please," Wufei begged. "Please."

"You'll get what you want after I'm inside of him." Treize assured Wufei. "Now, 
remove his clothes."

Wufei undressed Duo, slowly, his fingers trembling with his need.

"Please," Duo moaned, weakly, "please don't.... please don't...."

"I have to." Wufei said, his voice urgent with the need for a new fix. "I have 
to."

"Hold him still." Treize said as he climbed on top of Duo, not bothering with 
foreplay or lubrication.

Wufei didn't dare displease Treize. It might mean he wouldn't get his fix. So, 
he pinned Duo down upon Treize's bed and helped Treize to penetrate the braided 
virgin. 

-----part 3----- 

Heero paid the diamond ring he'd just obtained for Duo and placed it into his 
pocket. "I can't wait to give this to Duo." he confided to Quatre. 

"He's going to be so happy." Quatre told him, carrying a few of his own packages. 
"I bet he'll just smother you in hugs and kisses."

Heero nodded. "Hn..." 

Quatre wasn't fooled for an instant. "Yeah," he remarked, smilingly, "he loves 
you, too."

*****

Pain. Searing, tearing pain. It pulsed through Duo's entire body, though most of 
it was centered within the tight passage he'd been saving for the boy he loved. 
His every instinct had been to struggle, to fight the man off, to break free of 
the hands that pinned him down. Hands that belonged to a boy he'd called his 
friend. To a boy who'd betrayed him. But everything was still spinning and he 
was going into shock.

Wufei felt Duo's struggles cease. He looked up at Treize, his eyes pleading for 
his next fix. His need was so intense, now, that it never occurred to him that 
Duo might have just died.

Treize tossed a single needle to him. Wufei injected it and soon felt the 
soothing high of the drug as it flowed through his veins, making him forget the 
war, the pain, the death...

....and the fact that he'd just gotten Duo raped.

*****

The OZ soldiers dumped Wufei's still trembling form on a random sidewalk and 
headed back to base. They couldn't wait to have a turn at the braided boy. 
Surely, Treize would share his new toy with them.

Wufei lie there, shaking and panting, when Quatre suddenly spotted him and 
tugged on Heero's jacket. 

The Perfect Soldier raced over to Wufei and examined him. "Wasted." he said, 
disapprovingly. "Let's get him home."

They brought Wufei back to the safe house and walked in. It was oddly silent. 
Too silent.

"Duo?" Heero asked. "Duo! We're home!"

No answer.

"Heero," Quatre said, his voice full of horror and concern. He showed Heero the 
needle he'd found in Wufei's pocket. It was clearly something from OZ.

"Wufei," Heero asked, "where did you get this needle? Who gave this to you?"

"Treize," Wufei replied, too high to care what anyone thought at that point, "good 
stuff, too."

"Kami-sama," Heero whispered, "how much did it cost?"

"Duo."

Heero was out the door five seconds later, taking a brief second to punch Wufei 
in the mouth. 

-----part 4----- 

Forcing his way into the OZ base, Heero found himself muttering, under his 
breath, "I won't kill Wufei if Duo's okay... I won't kill Wufei if Duo's okay..." 
as he stormed down the row of holding cells. Duo wasn't in any of them. Had Duo 
escaped? Or had he been... no, Heero wouldn't think that. He couldn't.

Still reciting the new mantra to himself, his eyes shining with fierce 
determination, he made his way deeper into the complex, into Treize's personal 
quarters. He froze in the doorway, utterly horrified at what he was seeing.

Duo lie on the bed, his arms tied behind his back. Treize was on top of him, 
thrusting at him, *In* him. Slamming deep into the braided boy, then withdrawing 
and slamming into him again.

"I'll kill him!" Heero raged. He rushed forward and pulled Treize off of Duo. 

The two soldiers fought, but Heero's anger increased his strength, and Treize 
was slightly weakened by his recent orgasm.

As they fought, Duo listened, waiting. He knew the winner would claim him. His 
own future was at stake now. The outcome would mean either a lifetime of being 
loved or a lifetime of being raped.

Finally, it was over. Treize lie there, still alive, but beaten for the moment. 
Heero heard the footsteps of approaching soldiers and turned his attention away 
from the man he despised. He picked up Duo's naked and bound form, and draped 
him over his shoulder, then, gun blazing, made a run for the exit.

Ten minutes, and a number of dead soldiers later, Heero finally made it to the 
exit. He got into Wing, resting Duo on his lap, and raced quickly home.

*****

"Wufei," Quatre said, gently. "please. You need help. Don't you see that?"

"I'm fine." Wufei rubbed his head. "I'm handling it fine."

"No, you're not." Quatre handed Wufei a cup of tea. Despite what Wufei had done, 
Quatre didn't hate him. He hated the drug, instead. Hated it and wanted it out 
of their lives. "You're addicted, Wufei. Badly addicted."

"I don't use that much." Wufei argued. "Where are the others?"

"Trowa's at the circus." Quatre reminded him.

"And the others?"

"Heero went to res..." Quatre's words were cut off by the sound of Heero kicking 
the door open.

Both Heero and Wufei looked up at Duo in horror.

Heero looked back at Wufei with a look of absolute hate.

Wufei recoiled. "What did *I* do?" he asked, in confusion.

"Was it worth it, you bastard?" Heero demanded.

"I don't understand." But even as Wufei said this, memories returned. He and Duo 
getting into the car. Duo singing. Duo's look of horror. Duo's screams as he... 
"Oh no..." he whispered. "It can't be... I'd never!"

"You did." Quatre said, softly. "Because of your addiction." Then he took Wufei 
in his arms as the other boy began to cry.

"Help me, Quatre." Wufei sobbed.

Quatre nodded silently.

Heero wanted nothing more to do with Wufei. He carried Duo to his room and put 
him to bed. 

"Heero," Duo whispered, finally regaining consciousness as Heero untied him, "I'm 
sorry."

"Shhh." Heero said, placing a finger to Duo's lips. "Don't speak. You have no 
need to apologize. You did nothing wrong." he replaced the finger with his own 
lips, kissing the braided baka for a moment, then pulling back to look into Duo's 
confused, frightened, and shame-filled eyes. He hated the way they looked now. 

//They won't look that way for much longer, I'll see to that.//

Reaching into his pocket, Heero took out the ring he'd bought for Duo earlier. 
He slid it onto Duo's finger as he kissed the braided pilot once again.

Duo looked down at his hand in bewilderment. His heart was racing and he was 
almost in a state of panic. How could Heero want him now. Why would he?

"Heero?" he managed to squeak out, his entire body shaking.

"Ai shiteiru, Duo."

Duo threw his arms around Heero and burst into tears of joy. "Ai shiteiru, Heero." 

-----TBC-----