Pairing: 2x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, some angst, lemon, violence, NCS sort of...
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise, Sotsu and not to me sigh
Summary: Duo Maxwell is undercover at a Bondage studio. When Heero is brought in as a captive, he has to use all his skills to break him.

In the Line of Duty
by DarkShinigami

He had fit in so well that he had been introduced into the deeper circle of patrons, been slowly reeled in to a position where he could not only observe, but participate in planning, executing and actually leading various terrorist strikes of the splinter group's activities against the Earth Sphere and its government. It was a source of endless bewilderment to Duo that there were still people out there that thought war was a better way of life than peace.

So here he was, dressed to a fare-thee-well in black, skin-hugging leather and latex, his braid interlaced with leather threads and a heavy silver earring piercing his left ear. Black ankle boots shod his feet, wide studded leather bracelets wound around his wrists. The armless latex vest was so tight that his tight nipples made little bumps in the material. He'd enjoyed choosing the appropriate clothing, reverting back to his favourite black which he had abandoned after the Wars in favour of brighter, friendlier colors. But deep down in his soul, black was the color that truly represented him, that mirrored the entity living in him, the darkness that seldom wandered through his violet eyes as Shinigami these days.

Six years of first drifting and then finding his home, not only with the Preventers but with his partner, the formerly stoic Wing Pilot Heero Yuy, had mellowed the former God of Death. He still had an edge, still let his darker side come out to play when it was needed, but no longer was it a part of his daily life. Unless, of course, he was undercover, as he was right now, watching one of Archer's key henchmen make his way towards him across the crowed public area of the club where dark dancers writhed in violet and red strobed light, smoke curled around ornately carved posts and the jingle of chains and the smell of leather mixed with low moans and cries of delicious pain.

Archer was the head of this operation. Duo had seen pictures -- a lean, sallow faced man, hardly the kind that seemed to inspire followers into terrorist frenzy if all you saw were his photos, but with a sharp mind, an extremely high IQ and a hatred for the Earth Sphere Government wider than the bands of Saturn. He hadn't met the man yet, but hoped to do so soon. Then he'd have all the pieces on the game board and could call in the cavalry. Until then he'd have to continue making himself as indispensable as he could, which Duo had done so far with great success.

When the henchman had reached Duo through the press of the crowd, he bent close to the agent's ear and murmured a few phrases. Duo started. He looked at the other man, raising an eyebrow in sceptical questioning.

"Really?" Duo asked.

"No lie. Archer wants you downstairs to handle this. He says you're the best," the other replied.

Duo stared a moment longer at Archer's henchman, then motioned for the man to precede him. As they wound their way through the press of bodies, Duo's mind whirled with the implication of what the other guy had told him. A spy. They had captured a spy! Who could it be? Someone from the organization? A fellow Preventer? Someone from the local police force? Duo's contact wasn't supposed to be for a few days yet, so it couldn't be a Preventer. They would have no reason to be this close and none of his contacts would allow themselves to get captured, unless parts of the original plan had been changed. If it had, then he would have to do some fast and creative manoeuvring.

Duo snorted to himself at the idea of Heero letting these morons (dangerous morons, to be sure) unwittingly lay a hand on him. Wufei would have chopped them to pieces and Trowa would have left them strung up all along the power lines. So who was this spy? Well, his curiosity was going to be fulfilled soon.

He followed the other man through a complex of corridors and key-card protected locks until they were deep underground in the actual command center of the "Red Horsemen", as the group preferred to call themselves. Duo had caught the reference to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse immediately, but refrained from commenting. Another key-card protected door and then they entered a brightly lit, sparsely furnished room that held four other men in addition to the captive, who was seated in the steel chair in the middle of the room.

The first thing Duo saw was the soiled Preventor's uniform, muddied, bloodied and torn in a variety of places. Then the wild thatch of chocolate brown hair and the intense, electric blue eyes staring out from underneath those bangs nailed him to the spot. Heero! No, it couldn't be! What the Fuck had happened to get Heero captured and how was he going to get the both of them out of this? Or had Heero planned this, to get things moving? Only one way to find out...

Putting on his mask of nonchalance so swiftly that none in the room even saw his hesitation, he glanced from his captive lover to the guy hovering nearby. Short, almost as wide as he was tall, but all of it gristle and bones, Hoffmann was Archer's second in command, the man that made things happen, that controlled everything and everyone with the sole exception of Archer himself.

Hoffmann did not look happy. Duo guessed that they'd lost a few men -- severely injured, if not dead. He smirked inwardly. A few less to worry about later. Good work, Heero!

Crossing his arms in feigned disinterest, Duo continued his staring match with Hoffmann. Finally the other looked away for a moment, before focusing his attention on Duo again.

"We caught him at one of the hangars. He was snooping around. Lost three men, four more critically injured." The hate and anger in Hoffmann was making his voice hoarse. Duo could see the man only barely restraining himself from beating Heero to a pulp. "Archer knows you're the best here. You've trained more slaves than anyone else in the short time that you've been here." There was contempt in Hoffmann's eyes. Contempt that clearly said 'I know you're nothing better than a whore, but you know your job and that's why you're here.' Duo was looking forward to wiping that look off Hoffmann's face.

"Break him. We don't care how you do it, but get him to talk," Hoffmann continued. "Archer will be watching. If you succeed, then you will be allowed to finally meet Archer in person. It's up to you..."

Damn! This would be the opportunity that they had been waiting for. To finally get their hands on the head man himself, but what he would have to do to Heero for that...? Duo shuddered inwardly at the thought. None of his inner conflict showed on the outside as he deliberately ran his eyes up and down the captured Preventer. Then he smiled, and it was Shinigami behind the smile. Even Hoffmann took an involuntary step back when he saw that smile.

"Fine," Duo nodded. "Bring him to my special room. Strip him, put the steel manacles on him and hold him until I come. I have some preparations to make." He turned on his heel and strode out, leaving that room behind him as fast as possible.

First stop, infirmary. He would have to drug Heero or his lover would destroy any and all equipment that Duo had at his disposition. There were no Gundanium restraints here. Anything that Duo had would not stand up to a pissed Heero at full strength. But he also couldn't incapacitate him totally, in case they managed to flee or accomplish their objective of capturing Archer. Duo peremptorily ordered the single nurse out of the small infirmary while he searched through the various cabinets and finally settled on a mix of things that he knew Heero would be able to metabolise fairly quickly -- two hours at most. Hopefully enough time for... everything.

He then stalked to the elevator. Using his key-card, he punched the slot for the third underground level. This was where the most exclusive rooms were. Soundproofed, large, equipped with everything that an S&M afficiado would love. He'd had his room especially prepared when he first moved down here, two months ago. After all, he knew everything there was to know about pain and pleasure. Training to be a Gundam pilot had taught him all there was.

Entering his domain, he was pleased to find Heero already there with his guards. His lover had been prepared as Duo had ordered. He was kneeling on the floor, ankles and wrists bound with steel manacles, the manacles cuffed to each other so that Heero couldn't rise from his position. Additionally, two of the men were holding him down by the shoulders. Hoffmann was conspicuously absent.

"We brought him, as ordered," Peter, the guy on Heero's left said.

"Thank you," Duo replied quietly. "Hold him," he added, as he pulled out the syringe and approached Heero. As predicted, Heero struggled against the restraints and the men holding him, but Duo swooped down on him like a bird of prey striking, injecting him before he had a chance to get out of his bonds, then twitching away before Heero could try to get his hands on him.

While he waited for the drugs to take effect, he moved purposefully around the room, gathering a variety of implements and placing them on a low table to the side. The room was done in shades of black and red, the lighting low but not dim, a large four poster-bed against one wall, various bondage-frames scattered around the room, accessible from all sides, the room's atmosphere was on the one hand warm and close, on the other threatening and dark. It was a combination designed to heighten pleasure as well as pain.

Duo had been keeping an eye on Heero while he gathered his implements. When he saw his lover slump slightly in the men's grip, he knew that the drugs had done their work. He beckoned to Peter, motioning him to take their naked captive over to the free standing X-frame. They opened the chains holding the ankle and wrist manacles together and pulled Heero over to the steel frame. He hung limply in their grasp and did not resist when they attached his wrists and ankles to the outstretched arms of the X-frame.

"Thank you. You can go now. I'll deal with this," Duo shooed the four men out and locked the door behind them. He could hear the cameras whirr as they zoomed in for a closer look at his captive. The cameras had been there from the very beginning. Many customers liked to have their sessions recorded so that they could watch them at home. Duo assumed that the people now sitting in the recording room were not the technicians but Archer and his closest "compatriots", people like Hoffmann. Well, he'd give them a show to remember, while at the same time trying to figure out a way to get both Heero and himself out of this, safe and sound.

Picking up a thin leather crop, Duo wandered over to his victim. He made a slow circuit around the X-frame, noting bruises and cuts, but no serious wounds. Heero must have fought just enough to make it seem real, but not enough to get away. Was this capture intentional, then? But why? Had he realized what would happen, once he got inside the command center, or was he "winging" it? Duo almost laughed at that thought. Winging it was more his style and not Heero's. Well, there was nothing to be done now but to go through with this.

Reaching out, he grasped Heero's chin and lifted his head so that he could look his lover in the eyes. There was disorientation -- that was to be expected. The first part of the drugs wouldn't wear off for another few minutes. It was what had allowed the guards to control Heero long enough to chain him to the frame. Heero's right cheek was swollen and it looked like he was going to develop a black eye before long, but the blue eyes also radiated defiance and anger. So, Heero was going to try to make this as difficult as possible. Good. Duo smiled, just a tiny, dark smile, promising dark and painful things. It was only partly for his unseen audience. Seeing Heero so at his mercy let a tiny bit of Shinigami creep out to play. It made his cock twitch in anticipation.

"Well, so you're a spy? A handsome one," Duo said appreciatively. Heero pulled his head away. "Ah, ah... no running away," Duo said and reached for Heero's chin again, this time clamping down hard enough that later there would be bruises where his fingers had been. "You're a challenge. I like challenges. Gonna tell me your name?"

Heero dug out his best glare and levelled it at Duo. He remained silent.

"Oooohhh... a silent one. Mmm... we'll see how long you remain silent. And how long," he leaned in close to Heero, whispering into his lover's ear in a low, seductive voice, "you will resist me." He ran his tongue along the edge of Heero's ear, nibbled at the lobe and down the side of the neck, always holding Heero's chin tight so that he wouldn't move away. When he reached the joint between shoulder and neck, he bit and suckled until he could see a dark mark forming there.

"Very tasty. And so strong... Been trained not to react, hm?" Duo brushed a thumb across Heero's split lip, snatching it away just in time before Heero could bite him. "And feisty." He ghosted down Heero's chest with the tips of his fingers, tugged at his lover's brown nipples until they became tight and hard, then further down between Heero's thighs, only brushing his privates in a fleeting touch. Ducking around the frame, Duo continued his exploration of his captive's naked body by running his hand over the hard muscles of his back, the tight ass cheeks that twitched away from his touch. A fingertip, running up and down Heero's cleft elicited a grunt from the captive Preventor.

"Like that? Ever had someone touch you there before?" Duo didn't need to know the answer to that, he knew every part of his lover's body almost as well as Heero himself. But he was playing a part here and by the Gods, he'd play it to perfection! Their lives might depend on it. Correction: probably would depend on it. "Maybe I'll do more than touch you there, hm? Maybe I'll show you what it's like to have your insides invaded by something hot and hard, to be pounded into and used until you come screaming. After all," and Duo shoved just the tip of his finger inside the hot entrance to Heero's body, "it's not like you can do anything to stop me."

Duo stepped back, taking several deep breaths. Having his lover at his mercy was making him unbelievably hard, but he had to remain in control, had to play this game until the end. He tapped the end of the crop against his leather-clad leg, thinking. He could see Heero turning his head back and forth, trying to keep Duo in sight, as he would do if Duo was really his interrogator, but Duo made sure to stay just out of Heero's line of sight.

Another appraising look at Heero's unprotected back, and then Duo brought the crop whistling through the air to land on Heero's right ass cheek. Before his lover could even react, he swung again and landed another stroke on the other cheek. Now Heero was marked with two thin welts, one across each ass cheek. Duo heard Heero's breath hiss through his clenched teeth. He knew that his lover could take it, and more, because of his training, but it still had to hurt. No time to stop now, though. Duo raised the crop again and added two more welts to the first. Then he proceeded to mark Heero from his lower back, across his ass, down the thighs to the knees. Never hitting hard enough to break the skin, only enough to raise painful welts. Heero was panting now, trying to shunt away the pain but it wasn't easy. When Duo had whipped his lover for several minutes, he stopped. Putting the crop aside, he stepped close to Heero's back.

"That looks nice. All red and hot," then Duo licked down one of the welts on Heero's back. Heero twitched violently at the burning touch. Duo proceeded to torture each and every welt on Heero's body with his lips and tongue. By the time Duo had reached the ones just above Heero's knees, Heero was gasping and panting loudly. He didn't know whether it was pain or pleasure that he was feeling. It was a mix of both, and it was harder to handle then if it had been only one of the two, which was the whole idea, of course.

"You taste good. Now, that wasn't too bad, was it?" Duo said amiably. "Then again, we're only getting started." He returned to the table and picked up a set of nipple clamps. They were made of steel and each consisted of two half-round parts with teeth that were connected by a bolt and a screw. Hanging from an attached d-ring and holding both clamps together was a short chain.

Duo sucked and nipped and licked at Heero's nipples until they were very hard and erect. Then he placed the two halves of the first clamp around one of Heero's nipples and pushed them towards each other, trapping the hard bud between the teeth. When he heard Heero's hiss of pain, he tightened the screw so as to hold the clamp in place. Duo then repeated the procedure with the other nipple. Returning to the table, Duo picked up a set of interconnecting small weights which he proceeded to hook into the connecting chain between the clamps. Now the weights were pulling on the clamps, making the steel teeth bite even deeper into Heero's skin, but without breaking it.

"Nice," Duo said, giving one of the weights a quick flick with this finger. Another trip to the table, and he rejoined Heero, this time holding some kind of shiny metal object. "Time to 'tighten' things up, my friend," he said, and went down on one knee before his lover.

He ran his tongue lightly over the soft tip of Heero's cock, pushing back the foreskin and stabbing a little into the slit at the top. Then he closed his lips gently over the satiny skin and moved them up and down gently, as if he was kissing the tip, then sucking it into his mouth. Duo swore he could hear his lover moan very quietly. When Heero's cock started to respond to what Duo was doing to it, Duo lifted the object that he had brought with him and slipped it over Heero's cock and scrotum.

It was shaped like a large tear, with a hole at the widest part, polished to a fault, lightly rounded, almost like a groin protector. But instead of being placed over Heero's cock, the tear-shaped part of the thing went underneath, trapping his cock and balls within the circle of the hole and the larger part of the contraption pressing against the sensitive spot behind Heero's scrotum. Whenever he moved now, his sensitive spot would be pressed and massaged by the metal tip, whereas the tightness around his cock and balls would prevent him from coming.

"Like it? It's a little something I picked up in a very nice place in Europe. Handmade, can't be found anywhere else. I've been wanting to try it for a while now. It's so nice of you to make yourself available," Duo smirked. Then he returned to sucking on Heero for real now. He loved to take Heero's cock in his mouth and drive him wild using just his tongue and lips. This time, though, it would not end with one of Heero's spectacular orgasms. The Tear was going to prevent that.

When he had sucked Heero until his cock was purple with need, he let it slip from his mouth, ignoring Heero's moan. He tugged briefly on the chain between the clamps, returning Heero to the here and now.

"Hmm... looks good. But it still needs... something," Duo rested his chin on his hand, looking at Heero with a dark gleam in his eye. "Ah! I know..." Again Duo went to his table of goodies and chose something. He returned to Heero and showed him the implement. It consisted of two wide, flat pieces of black plastic, that were maybe half an inch thick each and had rounded edges. Connecting the two were two steel pins with butterfly screws underneath the bottom piece of plastic. It looked like a large set of thumb screws.

Duo pushed the two pieces apart as far as they would go. Then he reached down and pulled Heero's balls towards him. He slipped Heero's testicles between the two flat pieces of plastic and then commenced to push them together, trapping Heero's balls between them.

"No..." It was only a whisper. But it had come from Heero. Duo looked up in surprise.

"Did you want to say something? Perhaps enlighten us as to what you were doing in that hangar? Who you are? Who sent you and all that?"

Duo watched Heero clamp his teeth together with a loud clack. Ok. He wasn't going to give in yet. They would have to continue. Duo reached down and started to tighten the butterfly screws, pressing Heero's balls together. Heero pulled away, but that only made the pain worse since Duo wasn't letting go. Finally, Duo had tightened the screws enough so that Heero's balls were compressed rather painfully. He had to make it look good but without injuring Heero permanently. Not an easy task.

"Nnnng..."

"Yes? Ready to answer?" Duo asked again, straightening up to look Heero in the eyes, hoping that Heero could read from his what he could not tell him. He had to continue, if this was going to have any chance of success.

No answer. Heero wasn't ready to give in yet. It would have surprised Duo, if Heero had relented at this point in time. The Wing pilot had been trained to withstand anything along the lines of torture and interrogation, he wouldn't break because of a little pain. Ah... but what about pleasure. Duo didn't think that that had been included in J's training schedule of the former Wing pilot. And pleasure was just so much harder to hold out against, than pain.

Time to move to the next stage. Again, Duo went to the table and chose from his toys. This one was a long, thick, knobbed piece of black rubber. It looked like someone had taken a string of beads and dipped them in latex. Running from the end of the object was a wire, and that led to a small black box -- the control for the vibrator. Duo slipped the tip of the vibrator into the waistband of his leather pants and snagged the tube of lube from the table, stuffing it into his back pocket. Then he returned to his squirming captive.

First, he slowly kissed his way down Heero's sweaty neck, licking up the drops gathering in the juncture between neck and shoulder. He ran his hands lightly up and down Heero's quivering sides, then over the welts on his back, down to the ass cheeks. He kneaded and massaged, stroked and petted Heero's ass until the Wing pilot was panting heavily. Then Duo pulled out the lube and coated one finger of his right hand with it.

He trailed the wet finger down Heero's cleft, enjoying the instinctive reaction of clenching ass muscles, slipping inside Heero's entrance when his lover relaxed for a moment. He pumped his finger in and out of the hot channel, massaging the muscle ring at the entrance. Then he added a second finger, scissoring and pumping, rubbing along the inside of Heero's walls. Then the third finger, also lubed, slipped inside. Now Duo reached for Heero's prostate. He knew he'd found it when Heero jerked away with a grunted gasp. He continued torturing Heero's channel for a while, then pulled out. Instead, he lubed up the vibrator and slowly pushed it into Heero's channel. He didn't turn it on right away, but pumped it in and out of Heero first, occasionally thrusting against Heero's prostate, then again pulling it out almost all the way, only to shove it in all the way in one hard push. When the vibrator was seated all the way inside, he turned it on to its lowest setting.

Heero moaned as the vibrations travelled along his inner walls. Then Duo pushed another button and the tip of the vibrator started to rotate inside Heero, hitting his prostrate on each go-around. Heero's cock swelled, pre-cum leaking from the tip and gathering along the underside. His compressed balls tightened painfully. Each twitch of his body made the metal tear between his legs press harder on his sensitive spot and stimulated him more. But the tightness of the metal around his cock and sack made ejaculating impossible.

Picking up a roll of duct-tape from the table and ripping off a piece, Duo quickly attached the control box of the vibrator to Heero's right leg. Then he picked up a flat wooden paddle. Now he was going to add the pain to the pleasure mix. Stepping up to Heero's twitching backside, Duo delivered a hard slap to Heero's ass with the paddle. This time, Heero's gasp sounded more like a tiny sob. Good, he was getting to him. Duo gripped the paddle harder and proceeded to thoroughly redden Heero's ass with it. By the time he was done, Heero's ass cheeks were the color of dark burgundy wine and he was moaning almost constantly. Each blow had pushed the tip of the vibrator even more against his prostate until Heero thought he was going to go crazy from the sensation. His ass was flaming, each blow more painful than the last, and still his cock was dancing and pumping with need. His nipples were pulsating with pain, as each blow made the weights bounce and pull the clamps against his sensitive skin.

"I like that look on you, friend," Duo panted, running a possessive hand over Heero's flaming backside. "I wonder if your front also marks up so nicely. We'll have to try that later, I think. Unless, of course, you'd like to start talking? No? Pity..."

Duo put the paddle aside and picked up two more weights, which he added to the ones already dangling from the nipple chain. Then he gave the ball crusher another turn on the butterfly screws, squeezing Heero's balls even more. For good measure, he licked Heero's cock clean of the gathered pre-cum, enjoying the way his lover's cock jerked at each touch.

By now, Duo was so hard, he was afraid that he was going to come in his pants. So he decided to ease things a little.

"You know, it's really a pity to let that toy have all the fun," and he gave the vibrator another nudge, making Heero moan again. "I think I'm going to give your ass something better." He pulled out the toy and flung it towards the table, where it bounced and rolled off, buzzing away merrily where it lay on the floor, ignored. Duo rubbed himself against Heero's heated backside, increasing the burning sensation from the paddling. He pushed his leather-clad erection into Heero's cleft, slowly moving up and down, massaging across the tight ring of Heero's entrance with the smooth leather of his pants. He ran his fingers through the curls around Heero's bound cock, brushed lightly across his lover's erection and the trapped balls, then up to the nipples, tugging on the clamps and making Heero whimper.

Unzipping, Duo pulled his hard and weeping cock from his pants. He quickly slathered the lube all over his erection and then nudged with the head against Heero's entrance.

"Mmm... tight, aren't you? Never had a lover, have you? Am I your first? You know," Duo said, slowly pushing his cock past the entrance to Heero's channel, "you can still stop this. All you have to do is talk. Then I'll take this out and leave you alone." He pushed his cock further into Heero's moist heat.

"No... no... don't..." Heero whispered desperately.

"You talk to me, friend, and I'll... unnng... take it out... ahhh...," and Duo was seated all the way in his lover. Even if Heero chose to start talking now, Duo didn't think that he would be able to stop. He pulled out again, very slowly, until just the tip of his cock was inside Heero's channel. Then he pushed in again, just as slowly, knowing it would be torture against Heero's sensitised insides. Duo was holding himself back with extreme effort when every fibre of his body -- ok, it was his cock -- was screaming at him to pound into that tight heat and screw Heero into the frame until he screamed. But he had to keep up the game, had to make it torture rather than pleasure.

Continuing to pump very slowly in and out of Heero, Duo ran his hands all over Heero's abused body, touching all those places that he knew drove his lover wild, tickling, pulling, twisting, nudging until Heero was panting and moaning with each thrust. Then Duo began to speed up. He kept pulling the nipple chain and pumping Heero's cock in the same rhythm as the one that he was pounding into Heero's ass.

"Please!... No!... Stop!... Please!..." Heero's pleas burst from him with each hit of Duo's cock against his prostate. But now it was too late, Duo was too close. Pumping Heero's erection with both hands now, Duo sped up his thrusts, banging his bound lover's body against the X-frame until the whole construction jangled and creaked with the force of the thrusts. Then he came, screaming, spurting his seed into Heero's channel in an almost unending stream. Spent, he collapsed across Heero's back, panting and gasping for air.

"Mmm... that was nice. You've got a really tight ass, you know," Duo murmured into Heero's ear. Then he pulled out quickly, cleaned himself off and tucked himself away.

"Please..." he heard Heero whisper.

"What? What do you want, friend?" Duo purred. He knew exactly what was going on in Heero's body. He'd brought him to a fever pitch and now he was left hanging, just at the edge of the precipice, but unable to tumble over.

"Please..." Heero repeated, sobbing quietly.

"You're going to have to be a little more specific, my friend," Duo said, walking around the frame to face his lover. He curled his fingers around Heero's twitching cock, lightly pumping the hard length. He knew what Heero wanted. But he couldn't give it to him. Not until the game had played out.

"Please... let me..."

"Let you, what?"

"Please... let me... come..." another sob.

Duo continued to leisurely pump Heero's cock. He couldn't see Heero's eyes. His lover's head was down, his long hair obscuring his face. Had he really broken or was he still playing along?

"You're going to have to give me something for it, you know..." Duo ran the pad of his thumb across the tip of Heero's cock, smearing the liquid weeping from the slit all around the top. He could feel the blood pounding in the hot length, feel Heero's need and desperation.

"I..." Heero shook his head sharply, trying to gather his wits. Which promptly fled as Duo pumped his length again. "Please... I... I'll tell you... I'll tell you what you want. Please... let me come..."

"Sounds good. Want to start talking? When you're done, and my people are satisfied, then I'll make sure you get to come real good." Still holding Heero's length in his hand and brushing up and down with his fingers, Duo looked up towards the camera and repeated in a louder voice, "He's ready. He wants to talk. Come in and get what you need!"

A moment later, the door opened and a thin man entered, accompanied by Hoffmann and two others. Duo immediately recognized the guy in front as their target, Archer.

"Thank you, Max. You've done a wonderful job. We'll take over now," Archer said to Duo in a quiet voice. Then he focused all his attention on their captive, dismissing Duo from his mind.

As the men closed the door behind them, Duo looked back at Heero. There was a flash of... something in his lover's eyes. Then he heard him murmur almost inaudibly, "Now!" And a tiny nod informed Duo that things were going to go down... now!

Duo blinked, once, acknowledging the information that Heero had given him. Then he stepped back, smiling at Archer and his goons, inviting them closer with a small mock-bow.

"He's all yours. Hope you enjoyed the show." I'm sure you guys did, judging from your flushed faces, Duo thought.

He stepped back towards the door, watching as the others approached his lover. Then he slipped a hand behind the closet next to the door, pulled out the gun that he had hidden there and quickly put all four of them down. The only sound was the thwap of the silencer, as it spat out its anaesthetic darts and the collapse of four bodies to the floor. Then Duo slammed the locks on the door and rushed to the fallen men to check whether his darts had done their work. They were all out like lights.

Quickly pulling more restraints from the same closet that he'd hid the gun behind, Duo bound and gagged all four terrorists tightly. They weren't going to get away now. Then he finally turned his attention to his suffering lover.

"Oh Heero, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he repeated, as he undid the ball-crusher and the nipple clamps, carefully pulled the Tear off Heero's sensitive cock, then unlocked him from the frame. He supported his lover's bruised body over to the bed and eased him down.

"Are you all right? Did I hurt you very much?" he asked, worried. Heero shuddered and Duo pulled up the blanket, wrapping it around his lover's naked body.

"I'm... ok. Bruised, but ok... My... nipples... hurt," Heero croaked.

"Sorry, love. I tried not to hurt you too much, but I couldn't go easy on you. They wouldn't have believed me, otherwise. I'll get you some water," Duo returned with a bottle of water and watched as Heero downed half of it in one swallow. "How much longer?"

"Ten minutes or so, I'd say. They were just waiting for my signal," Heero replied.

"Transmitter under the skin?"

Heero nodded. "Above my right collarbone."

"Then all we have to do is sit tight and wait for the fun to start," Duo grinned, all anticipation of a good fire-fight to come. "Now, what shall we do in the meantime?" And the gleam in his eye turned positively wicked. "I think," and his hand wandered down to Heero's unabated erection, "we had some unfinished business." The God of Death kneeled before his lover and proceeded to drive him out of what little mind he had left.