untitled Crime 

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

Heero paced back and forth as he waited for Duo to return. He looked up at the 
clock.

"Ten minutes late." He muttered. "Damn him. Doesn't he know how worried I get?"

"Relax, Heero." Quatre said. "Duo knows how to take care of himself. I'm sure he'll 
be fine."

"I never should've sent him out." Heero muttered. "I should've gone myself."

"As I recall, you were busy helping Trowa at the moment."

Heero sighed.

An hour later, there was still no sign of Duo anywhere.

"He probably got sidetracked." Trowa told Heero.

"Sidetracked my ass." Heero snapped. "I'm going to look for him."

"Heero!" Trowa began to follow.

"Let him go." Quatre told Trowa. "I'm beginning to think he might be right. Duo 
would've called if he was going to be late."

"Not if he ..." Trowa began.

"Don't even *think* of finishing that sentence." Wufei said, harshly. "Duo is *NOT* 
fooling around on me! If you even *think* it again, I'll break every bone in 
your body including the one Quatre likes so much!"

Trowa crossed his legs and sweatdropped.

Heero searched everywhere, even the Oz installation, but found no sign of Duo. 
Finally, he returned home, hoping that he and Duo had missed each other and that 
he'd find the braided boy at home watching TV with his head in Wufei's lap, 
while Wufei was feeding him bonbons.

"No luck?" Wufei asked.

"We'd better go look for him."

"I already looked." Heero snapped.

"I'm not impugning your searching abilities, Heero." Quatre told him. "you could've 
easily missed him. Especially if..." he looked over at Wufei, who was starting 
to look very pale as he thought of what might have happened to Duo."

"He broke his leg." he muttered. "He slipped on something, fell and broke his 
leg. Again. That's why he's not home yet. He's limping home. My brave brave Duo. 
I need to find him. I need to bring him home."

"We will." Heero promised. "Okay..."

After a search plan was worked out, the four pilots went out in search of their 
friend.


It was Wufei who found him.

Duo was lying in a ravine by the side of the road, partly covered by some dead 
leaves and dirt. He was naked, his arms and legs bound, his braid tied around 
his neck, blood and semen caked on his thighs, and blood still running out of 
him from some terrible wound deep inside him.

"DUO!!" Wufei screamed. "Oh no... please don't be dead!"

He uncoiled Duo's braid from around his neck and began to perform CPR, taking 
just one second to press the emergency signal on his wristcom.

"Wufei?" Heero asked. "Did you find him?" He got no answer. "Wufei?!" Pressing 
the combination of keys that permitted him to hear Wufei, even if Wufei's 
wristcom was still in sending mode, he listened for anything that would give a 
hint about Wufei's (and maybe Duo's) location.

"...on, *breathe* dammit!" Wufei demanded. "Don't you *DARE* leave me! Don't you 
*DARE*!"

"Oh god!" Heero felt his heart fluttering. Duo wasn't breathing! Wufei couldn't 
talk to him because he was doing CPR on Duo. He switched his wristcom to 
tracking mode, then relayed the coordinates to the others.

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

Heero arrived at the scene a few minutes later. By the time, Wufei was all but 
panicking, beating frantically on Duo's ominously still chest.

Duo still wasn't breathing.

"DAMN YOU!" Wufei screamed, shrilly. "DAMN YOU! DON'T YOU LEAVE ME!!!" his voice 
rose higher than an opera singer on the last word, and Heero knew he was going 
to make himself sick if he didn't calm down soon." 

"Wufei," Heero said in a firm-but-gentle tone, "calm down. You're not helping 
Duo by panicking like that." He knelt over Duo's unmoving form and began to 
perform CPR himself. "Wufei. I need your help with this." he said. Two-man CPR 
always worked better and Heero was determined that Duo would be given the best 
chance at survival that they could give him.

Wufei was sobbing.

"He isn't breathing. I tried and tried but he won't breathe, and the bleeding 
won't stop and there's no way to stop him because he's hurt inside and..."

"Hurt... inside?" Heero asked, weakly. 

Wufei nodded. "When I find the son of a bitch who raped him I'm gonna ram a six 
foot stake up the bastard's ass and tear the son of a bitch up inside like he 
did to Duo!"

"Calm down and help me." Heero said, but as he kept up with the CPR, Wufei now 
starting to help out, his hopes for Duo's recovery were rapidly waning. 

After several minutes, Wufei was beginning to lose hope. His heart was on the 
verge of breaking. Duo, his friend, fellow Gundam pilot. and his true love, was 
showing no signs of improvement.

He gave one more breath into Duo's mouth as Heero continued to try to get his 
heart started.

All at once, Duo began coughing.

"Duo?!?" Wufei yelped, in shock.

Duo slowly opened his eyes. "What....?" he asked, tiredly.

"Never mind that now." Wufei told him, hugging him. "All that matters right now 
is that you're alive." He covered Duo with kisses and tears of joy. "You need to 
go to the hospital for a little bit." he said. "But as soon as you come home, we're 
getting married. And I won't take no for an answer."

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

Wufei rode to the hospital in the back of the ambulance with Duo, refusing to 
leave his lover's side for even a minute.

"Hang in there, Duo-chan." he said, stroking Duo's long hair out of his face for 
a moment. "Please, Duo. Please hang in there."

"I'm all torn up inside." Duo whispered, incoherently. "Let me die. Too much 
shame. Too much pain. Let me die."

"No." Wufei told him. "And you have no reason to feel shame. You didn't do 
anything wrong, Duo. You were.... attacked."

"I was raped." Duo's voice sounded hollow, lifeless. "Wufei. You must protect 
the team's honor. You must let me die. I'm soiled now. I'm a disgrace to the 
rest of you."

"Hush, my love." Wufei said, his heart breaking at Duo's words of self-loathing. 
"You're not a disgrace to anyone. Especially not to me. To me, you're beautiful."

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

Tracking down the man who'd attacked Duo was all but impossible. Duo refused to 
cooperate. He didn't want to ever see the man again and had no intentions of 
going out looking for him. 

"Duo," Wufei told him, "I want that man locked up. No, I want him shot in the 
head and I want to personally castrate him."

"No you don't." Duo replied.

Wufei was confused. "What...?"

Duo looked down. "I don't want you getting into trouble."

"Duo," Wufei said, giving the other youth a gentle kiss upon his lips, "I'm 
sorry you were hurt."

Duo stiffened at the kiss at first, then relaxed.

Wufei was concerned. He could tell something was wrong, but he had no idea what 
it was.

"Duo, are you afraid I don't really love you now?" he asked, looking into Duo's 
eyes.

Duo shook his head. "No, that's not it." he told Wufei. 

"I could never not love you." Wufei told him. "My beloved, I will never abandon 
you or do anything to cause you pain. I love you, Duo. I always will. I guess I 
always loved you. But the first time I really knew with certainty was when you 
came to rescue me from the Oz soldiers last month. When I saw you after all the 
tortures and the neglect... you were like the most beautiful angel I'd ever seen. 
There was no way in Heaven or Hell I could ever hurt you."

"Not willingly at any rate." Duo whispered cryptically.

"Duo?" Wufei sounded very worried.

"It wasn't your fault, Wufei." Duo kissed Wufei's forehead, then left the room.

Wufei puzzled over Duo's parting statement for a few minutes that night. Then, 
unable to work it out, he set it aside and went to sleep.

The dream was disturbing. He was fucking someone. Not making love to them. 
Fucking them. Hard and deep. But it was like he was outside his own body and 
someone else was using it to fuck someone. No, that wasn't entirely right, 
because he could feel every thrust. Then there was a scream, a scream with a 
voice that was all too familiar. A voice belonging to someone he loved. Someone 
he'd vowed to never harm. 

Wufei sat up in bed with an ear-shattering scream.

Duo rushed into Wufei's room and hugged him. "Shhh... shhh..." he told Wufei. "It's 
okay. It was just a nightmare."

Wufei pulled back from Duo. "How... how can you hug me after..." He wept. "Duo. 
I almost killed you. I raped you."

"It wasn't you." Duo shook his head.

"It was." Wufei replied. "I dreamed about... no I remembered."

"Wufei," Duo told him, stroking his face, gently, and kissing him, "it was your 
body, but it wasn't you. The Oz soldiers used you to get to me. You're as much a 
victim in this as I am. We were both raped, Wufei." 

"Duo..." Wufei began.

"Wufei," Duo told him, "hush. It wasn't your fault. An MC has no control over 
what they do when they're activated."

"MC?" Wufei asked.

"Manchurian Candidate." Duo explained. He kissed Wufei on the forehead, lips, 
chin, and throat.

Wufei returned the kiss, slowly removing Duo's clothes even as Duo removed Wufei's. 

"What are we doing?" Wufei asked.

"Making love." Duo replied.

"But I..."

"We have to, Wufei." Duo said, gently. "We can't let our only experience be an 
act of violence controlled by someone else. I want us to make love. I need us to 
make love. Over and over, as tenderly and as lovingly as possible, until every 
bad memory either one of us could ever have is gone forever."

"I need that, too." Wufei replied as he leaned forward, lowering Duo back onto 
the bed... 

-----Owari----- 

Additional Clarification: I believe by "Manchurian Candidate", Sephiroth was 
referring to the movie of the same name. Basically, there was this experiment 
where a man was put under hypnosis and when trigged by certain words/objects, he 
would accomplish the given tasks. In the movie, the trigger device was poker 
cards and the man was sent to kill a few selected people. In this story, Wufei's 
task was to rape Duo, although the triggering device is not revealed.