He didn't like the way that the older guard looked at him.
Une's Goons -- as with most of the higher-level staff -- were chosen from the original members of the Organization of the Zodiac, back when they had just been Federation Specials. As a rule, there were only two kinds of men that went into the Specials; men who were searching for adventure and glory, and men who were on a power trip. Duo had a very bad feeling that the older of his two guards -- a slightly hulking man with burning eyes and a knife-fight scar -- was one of the latter kind.
That smoldering gaze had been fixed on him for the better part of a week, now; and two days ago, when he was alone with his two personal guards for a daily "persuasion" session, the older guard had gone beyond looking. He had broken the rhythm of the beating, bracing Duo up against the wall, and run his free hand down Duo's chest, fingers slipping into the boy's pants. A week ago, if any man had dared to touch him like that, Duo would have broken his arm off or died trying; now, he barely had enough strength to close his eyes and turn his face away. The guard knew it; after all, it had been him who had beaten most of Duo's strength out of him, over the last fourteen days. He grinned at Duo's pitiful show of denial, his face twisted into an ugly leer of lust and hate, and his hand began to move again when the other guard intervened.
The other guard was younger -- not more than ten years older than Duo himself -- and he had stepped in to grab his senior's wandering hand with a sharp word of protest. They argued for a long, tense moment, the words registering only as white noise to Duo's ears, but he could feel the clashing of wills above his head. After a long, agonizing moment, he felt the older man's moist, groping fingers slide away from his skin, but his soft sigh of relief was lost in a cry of pain as the brute's fist came crashing in on his stomach, driven doubly hard by cruelty and frustration. Duo's scream broke off into a choked gasp as he felt another rib snap, and with his next indrawn breath he could feel some liquid gurgling in his lungs.
The iron clamp of a hand which had pinned him against the wall loosened, and Duo slithered down the wall to curl up in the corner between the wall and the floor, watching the two guards engage in another fierce debate. The younger one shook his head sharply, and said something about their orders not covering this, and the older one replied dangerously that their orders were to break the prisoner... by whatever means necessary.
Duo almost wished that the younger guard hadn't intervened. To be... violated... that way, came pretty close to matching every one of his worst nightmares, but at least the worst would have been over with. Now, he had to wait, and wait in constant fear; wait until the guard was changed, and his new captor might be less morally inclined; wait for the older one to catch him alone; wait for the younger one's nerve to snap; wait for Lady Une to give the order for his rape, in the hopes that that would break his silence where nothing else had.
It wouldn't work. Duo bit down on a growl of determination. He would not betray the others, no matter what. It was just that... He hated waiting. And he hated feeling helpless.
And God, he hated the way the goon looked at him -- hated the vicious lust in his eyes, and hated the revolting feeling of his hands on him. No-one had the right to touch him, unless he offered. And he'd only offered once in his life.
Re: Break
Date: 2006-02-21 10:19 am (UTC)He didn't like the way that the older guard looked at him.
Une's Goons -- as with most of the higher-level staff -- were chosen from the original members of the Organization of the Zodiac, back when they had just been Federation Specials. As a rule, there were only two kinds of men that went into the Specials; men who were searching for adventure and glory, and men who were on a power trip. Duo had a very bad feeling that the older of his two guards -- a slightly hulking man with burning eyes and a knife-fight scar -- was one of the latter kind.
That smoldering gaze had been fixed on him for the better part of a week, now; and two days ago, when he was alone with his two personal guards for a daily "persuasion" session, the older guard had gone beyond looking. He had broken the rhythm of the beating, bracing Duo up against the wall, and run his free hand down Duo's chest, fingers slipping into the boy's pants. A week ago, if any man had dared to touch him like that, Duo would have broken his arm off or died trying; now, he barely had enough strength to close his eyes and turn his face away. The guard knew it; after all, it had been him who had beaten most of Duo's strength out of him, over the last fourteen days. He grinned at Duo's pitiful show of denial, his face twisted into an ugly leer of lust and hate, and his hand began to move again when the other guard intervened.
The other guard was younger -- not more than ten years older than Duo himself -- and he had stepped in to grab his senior's wandering hand with a sharp word of protest. They argued for a long, tense moment, the words registering only as white noise to Duo's ears, but he could feel the clashing of wills above his head. After a long, agonizing moment, he felt the older man's moist, groping fingers slide away from his skin, but his soft sigh of relief was lost in a cry of pain as the brute's fist came crashing in on his stomach, driven doubly hard by cruelty and frustration. Duo's scream broke off into a choked gasp as he felt another rib snap, and with his next indrawn breath he could feel some liquid gurgling in his lungs.
The iron clamp of a hand which had pinned him against the wall loosened, and Duo slithered down the wall to curl up in the corner between the wall and the floor, watching the two guards engage in another fierce debate. The younger one shook his head sharply, and said something about their orders not covering this, and the older one replied dangerously that their orders were to break the prisoner... by whatever means necessary.
Duo almost wished that the younger guard hadn't intervened. To be... violated... that way, came pretty close to matching every one of his worst nightmares, but at least the worst would have been over with. Now, he had to wait, and wait in constant fear; wait until the guard was changed, and his new captor might be less morally inclined; wait for the older one to catch him alone; wait for the younger one's nerve to snap; wait for Lady Une to give the order for his rape, in the hopes that that would break his silence where nothing else had.
It wouldn't work. Duo bit down on a growl of determination. He would not betray the others, no matter what. It was just that... He hated waiting. And he hated feeling helpless.
And God, he hated the way the goon looked at him -- hated the vicious lust in his eyes, and hated the revolting feeling of his hands on him. No-one had the right to touch him, unless he offered. And he'd only offered once in his life.