pairings:
overall- 5x4, 3+4, 1+2 [implied], and others
this part- 5x4, thoughts of 3+4

notes:
<<.....>> = flashback
// italics // = inner thoughts

warnings:
YAOI *ANGST* LEMON NCS.
Bastardized Wufei. {before you run though, he does have reasons, and is not made evil "just because". and this is not your average "he's raping him because he has nothing better to do on a Saturday night" type fic. He does have twisted reasoning, and demons, and I try to do him justice.}



{ PIECES }
part one

It was a starless night, the world outside was black as pitch. Not even the moon's feeble light could penetrate the darkness. Quatre was curled up on the window seat staring into the void beyond his window. A casual observer would've thought he found the view astonishing, for his eyes never left it. But in reality he never saw it at all. Only when his muscles started to ache from being cramped up did his eyes focus. He couldn't recall how long he'd been sitting there. Quatre tore his gaze away from the landscape.


"I guess now as good a time as any to go to sleep."


He unfolded his legs, stepped down and headed for the bed. He climbed up and arranged himself underneath the covers.


"Ah..," Quatre sighed contentedly as he leaned back to relax on his pillows. Maybe tonight he would finally get some real sleep. A night that wasn't filled with nightmares, horrific visions, that only ceased when he awoke, sweating and shaking. Funny, he didn't use to have such dreams. He used to dream of beautiful things, like the sun setting above the desert, or the night's stars, or.. Trowa. No, no, he mustn't think of that! Thinking like that would only hurt him more, literally.


He gently touched the tender skin around his eye, and winced. It was still a bit sore, although you could hardly see the discoloring anymore. And his broken arm was healing quite nicely. The eye had been Quatre's going away present from Wufei. It was a visible reminder that he was Wufei's property, and it stressed his dominance from afar. The other boy had been gone for a week, and Quatre had alternated between relief at his absence and dread at his return. The eye matched all the other bruises that marred Quatre's upper body, arms, and legs. He would have worn long sleeves and pants anyway, but Wufei decided to show him just what would happen if he didn't.


Not that Wufei had anything to worry about. They were in one of Quatre's most remote holdings on earth. And Wufei had made it clear that the Maguanacs, and inquiring sisters were not welcome. It pained Quatre to have to lie to them, but nowadays he'd do anything to avoid Wufei's anger, and the consequences it brought about. Quatre sighed and rolled over, gasping a bit as his still aching arm was moved. Another 'gift' from Wufei, given when he dared to mention Duo's name.


<<

As soon as Quatre said the other pilot's name he knew he'd made a mistake. This awful gleam came into Wufei's eyes, and he'd twisted the Arabian's arm until the bone snapped in two. Quatre had fallen to the floor, his vision blurred by tears, as pain swept through his body.


Wufei leaned over him and spoke, "Never say that name again," he grabbed Quatre by the chin and forced him to look into his eyes, "or the pain I will inflict on you will make this look like a tea party. Do you understand?"


Quatre nodded a reply, too scared and too pained to speak. Wufei then set the bone himself, slapping Quatre hard across the face if he even dared  a whimper.

>>


Quatre looked down at the arm. It would mend fine, no one would ever know. And that pained him more. Maybe no one else would ever know, he hadn't seen Heero or Trowa in weeks. They had gone undercover to infiltrate some OZ base, he didn't know the details, and that had been two months ago. He knew their mission would be over soon, and maybe they'd return if all went well. Everything would all be okay if Trowa was around...


Quatre shook himself, he knew he shouldn't think such things. Trowa obviously didn't return his feelings, and if Wufei found out..... Quatre shuddered at the thought. Still, he couldn't help but whisper the other pilot's name reverently, as if in prayer.


"Trowa..."


He felt relatively safe. Wufei wasn't due back for a few days, he was alone until then. He decided to allow himself one more lapse. Thoughts of the tall, stoic pilot were the only source of comfort in his life anymore. The only way he could bear the torture Wufei inflicted was if he thought of Trowa.


Once more the little blonde whispered aloud. "Trowa.. Trowa, I.. I.. love you."


Usually he only got to say these words in his head. It felt so soothing to finally say them out loud. Little did he know how dearly those few words would cost him.


* * *


Wufei reached the house, after hours of travel, and let himself in silently. He was worn out from his last mission, which he'd rushed so he could get back quickly. His muscles were sore from all the rigors of the past couple days. A hateful gleam came to his eyes as he ascended the stairs to where Quatre lay unaware in his bed. Wufei knew exactly what he needed to relieve his tension.


He noiselessly opened the door to Quatre's room, just in time to hear Quatre's words of affection. The gleam in his eyes turned from mere hate into murderous rage. Wufei turned, shut the door, and twisted the lock into place. Quatre stiffened, as chills ran down his spine. The sound of the lock clicking frightened him more that any army of mobile suits. Quatre held his breath, and stayed completely still. //Maybe I just imagined it. If I ignore it, it will just go away.// He squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself to believe that.


Wufei stared at the small, shaking form on the bed. He almost dared Quatre to face him and repeat those last words, although he knew the blonde never would. He strode over to the side of the bed, and latched onto Quatre's broken left arm. He jerked it furiously, forcing Quatre onto his back. Quatre cried out, Wufei in response cracked him on the cheek with an open palm. Wufei then climbed onto the bed, and sat on Quatre.


He straddled his hips, efficiently pinning him down. "Quatre, how many time have I told you that you're my property? You belong to me."


Quatre opened his mouth to respond, but Wufei smacked him, splitting his lip, before he had a chance.


Wufei then continued. "You know I'm the only one who loves you. If you ever told Trowa you had feelings for him, he'd think you were disgusting. He'd hate you. But you will never tell him anyway, because you're mine. And if I can't have you.."


Wufei let the threat trail off. He didn't have to finish, Quatre knew exactly what would happen. He'd seen the end result first hand, that's why he'd ended up here.


Wufei reached out and grabbed a handful of Quatre's hair. He yanked, and forced Quatre to either raise his head, or risk losing a clump of hair. The blonde acquiesced, and lifted his head. For the first time tonight he dared to look into Wufei's eyes. He was taken aback as he saw the hate and fury that burned from their black depths. He tried to shrink back, but couldn't since Wufei's hand was still firmly entwined in his hair. Wufei saw Quatre's fear, and he reveled in it. He wanted to see more. He tightened his grip on the flaxen locks, and forced their owner's face closer to his.


"Tell me," the dark haired boy said, "tell me how much I mean to you. Tell me you're mine."


"Y-y-yes, Wufei. I.. I.. belong to you alone," Quatre stuttered.


Wufei tightened his grip even more. "And..," he snarled.


"And, I.., I.., I love you," Quatre replied with a defeated sigh.


"Good."


Wufei pulled Quatre to him, and he captured his mouth. Wufei's kiss was a punishing one. Wufei's tongue slid out to lap up the blood on the corner of Quatre's mouth. He enjoyed the metallic taste of the Arabian's blood. Wufei then forced it between Quatre's teeth, and proceeded to ravage his mouth with it. He kept kissing and sucking until Quatre's lips were bruised and swollen. Then abruptly he released his hair, and Quatre fell back against the pillows. Wufei glared down at him.


"You know, even if Trowa did like guys, he'd never want someone like you. Look at you, you're practically begging for it. You're nothing but a slut. Sure you have money, but that can't hide the fact that you're easy. Underneath that rich facade, you're a common whore. On the plus side, if you ever need money, you have a "skill" to turn to."


Wufei started to laugh maniacally, as if he found what he said completely hilarious. His words tore at Quatre's heart, and he winced inwardly. //No! I'm not like that, I'm a good person.// But deep down he felt that maybe Wufei's words were true. //After all, Wufei wouldn't treat me cruelly if he didn't believe what he said to be true, right?// Quatre tried to remember a time when he felt good about himself. But, after months of Wufei's abusive words, and beatings he only felt hollow.


Since no one was there to make him feel otherwise, he started to believe Wufei's opinion of him. //No wonder no one has come to check on me. They don't care, in fact they're probably glad to rid themselves of someone like me! I mean who wants to associate with sluts? Certainly not someone like Trowa. Funny how I still think of Trowa, like I have a chance. He'd probably think I'm getting what I deserve.// He felt Wufei slap his face, but he was so deep in his inner turmoil he didn't respond. //Wufei's right, Trowa would never want some dirty piece of worthless used goods like me. He deserves better. But I can still dream. No one can ever make me stop dreaming. It's all I have left.// Quatre was jerked out of his reverie as white hot pain shot up his arm.


Wufei looked down in disbelief. Quatre's eyes were glassed over, and he appeared to be lost in his own little world. Wufei slapped him good to get his attention. His jaw dropped when the Arabian didn't so much as blink. He decided to try a more painful approach. He grasped Quatre's broken arm, and pinned it above his head. That seemed to shake Quatre out of his dream. The blonde's eyes filled with pain and fear, and became moist with unshed tears. His arm started throbbing, and the pain began to spread through his whole body.


Wufei noted that the fear had returned to Quatre's eyes. He smiled maliciously. He wouldn't, couldn't let the other pilot forget who was in charge. He wanted to make sure Quatre always knew his place. Unfortunately, Sandrock's pilot looked like he was going to pass out. Wufei was careful to release his arm before he slipped into unconsciousness. He didn't want Quatre to be knocked out now, not when the real fun was about to begin.


"Quatre, I don't think you've fully been punished for betraying me.."


"But, Wufei I never--"


Wufei's hand once again made contact with Quatre's face, causing his lip to split again. He bent over and licked the blood that trickled down Quatre's chin. Quatre involuntarily shuddered in disgust. He knew immediately is was a huge mistake. Quatre froze as he felt Wufei's hands wrap around his throat. Wufei's slim fingers dug into the soft flesh.


"Quatre," he admonished, "what did I tell you about interrupting me?"


Quatre wisely did not respond.


Wufei nodded his approval and continued. "As I was saying, I don't think you've learned your lesson. You have to know that you're mine, and mine alone. I though you knew that, but apparently I was wrong."


Wufei's fingers tightened around Quatre's neck. "It seems to me you're still harboring feelings for others, and I won't tolerate that. I'm afraid this might hurt."


His voice sounded concerned, but his grin belied his true feelings. Wufei's finger's dug deeper, and his nails bit into Quatre's skin. Quatre's eyes widened. Seeing that Wufei laughed, but it was flat and angry. It carried more threat than humor.


"Oh, not to worry little one, this is not the punishment I had in mind."


Just as Quatre's vision started to blur, the hands released him. Quatre started to cough and gulp in air. He knew tomorrow he'd have a fresh set of bruises. He felt the fingers stray down to the buttons on his blue silk pajamas. He heard a ripping sound, and was momentarily shocked by the cold night air on his now bare chest. Quatre's mind started to fog over as he drifted away. He was forcefully pulled back to reality with another opened palm slap.


"I suggest you stick around for this Quatre. I want to make sure you get my point, although I don't mind proving it over, and over, and over again."


Quatre whimpered at this, which only further excited Wufei. The Chinese pilot laughed again, a harsh, bitter sound that grated on Quatre's ears. A single lone tear slid it's way down Quatre's pale cheek. Wufei wiped it off with a finger, and then put the digit in his mouth. That slight salty taste, and all the fear it carried with it succeeded in giving Wufei the biggest hard on.


"Mmmm. Your tears taste incredible Quatre, I can't wait to taste the rest of you."
In one fluid movement Wufei shifted off Quatre and proceeded to pull down the covers. He revealed Quatre's blue silk clad legs. He reached over to the waistband of the pajamas, intending to pull them off.


Quatre was panicking. //No. Not again. I can't take this anymore.// The feeling of Wufei's hand along his stomach, toying with his waistband made him want to scream, and throw up simultaneously.


"No--," but one glance at the feral look on Wufei's face and the protest died on Quatre's lips.


"Did you say something Quatre?"


Quatre hesitated for a moment, then with a resigned sigh he shook his head.


"I didn't think so," Wufei chuckled, "after all this is all people like you are good for. You're only getting what you deserve."


Wufei ripped the flimsy fabric off his legs, and tossed the shreds onto the floor. Quatre had never felt more exposed, both mentally and physically, as he did at that moment. Sure, Wufei had done this before, repeatedly in fact.  It seemed that raping Quatre was his new favorite pastime. But he had never been quite this degrading. The sex had been enough for him, that and the beatings, but tonight was different. It seemed Wufei wasn't satisfied with his body alone, now he wanted his mind. Quatre was so distracted at these new tactics, he didn't notice Wufei shedding his own clothes.


He was once again brought back when Wufei returned to his position atop him. Quatre cried out as Wufei's nails raked up and down his chest. Their sharpness pulled off old scabs, re opened the semi mended wounds, and created fresh ones. For once Wufei didn't hit him. Quatre didn't realize that Wufei liked it when he cried out at time these. And Wufei didn't just like it, he got off on it. The dark haired boy leaned over the light haired one and lapped up some of the blood on his chest. He then kissed Quatre, forcing him to taste his own blood.


Wufei prolonged the kiss, leaving Quatre breathless as he pulled away. Then Wufei's hands moved lower to Quatre's soft member. Quatre willed it to stay to that way, but his body betrayed him. Wufei began to stroke him, lightly at first, then when he saw Quatre trying to fight, his motions grew more insistent. His hand encircled Quatre and began to pump rhythmically. Slowly going from the base to the tip, and back again. Under Wufei's practiced ministrations Quatre's cock was soon rock hard. The Arabian struggled, wanting to pull away, yet enjoying the heat that was building down there.


Quatre felt so disgusted by his own weakness. Suddenly Wufei's hand released him, and was replaced by his mouth. Quatre gasped at the sensation, and all conscious though flew out the window. The pleasure he felt when Wufei's wet tongue caressed his length over rode any objections he might have had. Wufei took all of Quatre into his mouth, then pulled back until only the tip remained. His tongue circled around the tip of Quatre's cock, and delved into the slit on the end. It trailed along the sides, and as he took it deeper into his mouth, it ran along the underside.


Waves of pleasure swept through Quatre, all radiating from his groin. He jerked up slightly, when Wufei's teeth grazed his firm cock. Wufei continued to suck, while one of his hands massaged Quatre's sack. The blonde started to thrust his hips upward, wanting to be deeper in the other's mouth, and Wufei knew Quatre was about to come. He released Quatre, who protested at the loss.


Wufei looked down at him. "Say it Quatre. I want to hear you say it."


"Please," the little blonde moaned, "please."


Satisfied, Wufei reached down and began to pump Quatre's cock unmercifully. Quatre was so close, and Wufei kept stroking him, harder and harder. Quatre came quickly, spurting his seed all over Wufei's hand. Spent, and exhausted he laid back on the pillows. As realization dawned on him shame flooded his senses, and tears ran freely down his face. //I'm everything Wufei accused me of being. I must be. I don't even like him, and yet at his first touch I got hard. Who am I kidding, I pleaded with him to get me off. I'm no better than the slut he called me.//


Wufei smirked, he knew exactly what Quatre was thinking. Quatre, ashamed at his actions, tried to move away, but Wufei stopped him.


"Oh, no we're not finished yet." He pulled Quatre's legs wider apart, and lifted one onto his shoulder.


Quatre realizing what was coming, panicked. "No, Wufei, please no. I'm still so sore from the last time"


Wufei's eyes narrowed. "So the slut can have his pleasure, but I'm not allowed my own? Besides we haven't finished your lesson. You've already proved you were a whore when you beseeched me to get you off. But now it's time to show you who's in control, and to make sure you know your place."


Quatre tried to think of a response. And Wufei took advantage of that hesitation by sticking two fingers, still slick with Quatre's sperm, into him. Quatre tensed at the invasion, and tried to squirm away. Wufei placed his free hand on Quatre's hip and squeezed it with a crushing grip.


Quatre, still frightened, attempted to shift aside. "Wufei, don't do this. I can't take it. It just.. it hurts so much."


A fresh wave of tears streaked down Quatre's face. The combination of Quatre's pleading, the blood on his face and chest, his tight little asshole, and his tears pushed Wufei over the edge. The tears, oh gods, the tears alone could make Wufei come right now. And as satisfying as it would be to squirt his cum in Quatre's face, he'd much rather be inside him.


Wufei's cock was so rigid it was standing straight up, and it was so swollen it was almost painful. Unconsciously he pushed his fingers deeper into Quatre. Quatre cried out again and began to wiggle in earnest to get away. Wufei withdrew his fingers and let Quatre's leg drop to the bed. He used one hand to yank Quatre's unbroken arm above his head, and the other got a firm grasp on his chin. He forced Quatre's eyes to meet his own. Quatre was stunned by the lack of emotion he saw in them. They appeared dead, lifeless, with no trace of lust or even anger. Wufei released his chin, and Quatre tried to reason with him once more.


"Please Wufei, you say you love me, don't do this. I don't want this."


"You don't want this," Wufei mocked, "I know what people like you really want."


Quatre's eyes widened with terror, and he shook his head fervently. "No, no, please don't. If you ever loved me at all.."


At this Wufei laughed mirthlessly. "Of course I love you. You're my own private fuck toy."


Quatre was shocked into silence. Wufei grew impatient and released his arm. He then grabbed Quatre's legs and placed them on his shoulders.


Quatre tensed at the pain he knew was coming. Wufei noticed it, but it made no difference. He rammed his engorged cock into Quatre's tight puckered hole. The little ring of muscle tensed, and tried to keep him out, but Wufei ignored it and pushed harder. At the relentless thrusting, it eventually wore down and Wufei was allowed access to Quatre's only mildly prepared passage. All Wufei could feel was Quatre's tightness and he began to thrust harder and harder.


Quatre squeezed his eyes shut and tried to brace himself against the agony. It felt like Wufei was shoving a red hot poker up his ass. All the nerves in Quatre's body were screaming, his ass was still raw from the last time Wufei raped him. He felt Wufei scraping the old wounds repeatedly, and knew he was growing slick with his own blood. Then Wufei pulled almost fully out, and shoved himself all the way back in, which made Quatre feel like he was being rent in two. And all Quatre felt was the motion of Wufei pushing himself in deeper and deeper. He just kept grinding his cock in, oblivious to the blood seeping from Quatre.


All Wufei felt were Quatre's tight walls as he forced himself in to the hilt. And Wufei just kept driving into him harder and faster, and harder and faster. The little blonde didn't think he could take anymore, he was blinded by the searing pain. Just as he was about to black out, Wufei stiffened and shot his load deep inside Quatre. He remained buried inside, relishing the sexual pleasure coursing through his veins. Wufei reluctantly pulled out, enjoying that last little jolt of delight. He let Quatre's legs drop limply to the bed. Quatre felt the warm mixture of Wufei's cum, and his own blood leaking out of his throbbing anus.


Wufei looked down on him with a disgusted expression. "Go clean yourself off, you fucking slut."


Quatre robotically rolled off the bed, and headed to the bathroom. Wufei hopped off the bed and walked over to where he discarded his pants earlier.


"Wait," he called out.


Quatre turned around and saw Wufei searching through his pants. He finally found whatever it was he was looking for. The dark haired boy walked over to the light haired one and pressed something into his hand. Quatre looked down at the crumpled dollar bill, and then up to Wufei with confusion written on his face.


"It's for services rendered," Wufei sneered, "that's about what you're worth."


Quatre glanced back at the bed and saw the blood/cum blemish on the sheets. Wufei didn't seem to notice, or perhaps he didn't care. He got back into bed, with his back to Quatre, and pulled up the covers, hiding the traces of rape. Almost immediately he fell into a deep slumber.


Quatre slowly entered the bathroom and twisted the shower on, although all he wanted to do was hide in a corner and lick his wounds. He looked into the full length mirror at his battered face and blood encrusted chest. He noticed the blood and seed trickling down his leg, and pooling into a puddle on the ground.


Quatre collapsed onto the floor, his small body wracked with sobs. His fear of waking Wufei kept him quiet, though. And as he lay on the cold tile, bleeding and broken one thought entered his mind. //Trowa. I know I'm not worthy of you, and that you'd hate me if you ever knew my true feelings.....but, I need you. Please help me.// And once again he dared to whisper aloud, his voice choked with tears.


"Trowa, I love you, please.. help me."


Then he struggled to his feet and stepped into the shower. The scalding water cleaned his body, but could not wash away the filth he felt was on his soul. Quatre turned off the water and got out. After carefully drying off, he headed back to the bed he shared with Wufei. But he knew sleep would elude him tonight.


~~~~~

tbc.


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