White | Silver | Black
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I am poor and that should be proof enough. This fic is meant for entertainment only.
Fandom: Gundam Wing, FF 8 and 10
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zechs MonsterXjust about everybody, mentions Squall and SeiferXZell, and MonsterXTidus
Warnings: TENTACLES! Did you catch that? How about one more time: TENTACLES! There. NCS, M/M relationships, dark stuff, angst, evil people, torture, possession, and I wrote it.
Archive: CkoS, WWOMB, GW Addiction if they want it. All others please ask.
Summary: Someone has come to the guy's rescues...or has he?
What was once Zechs smiled cruelly as the bound blond strained to avoid his fate. No one could break the chains holding the young pilot; as a result, he couldn't stop the dark invader slowly pushing against his entrance. Diamond tears made silent tracks down the boy's face.
"You are so beautiful in your suffering, Quatre," Zechs praised quietly.
He would have said more but a sudden itch at the back of his mind called for attention. Two people had just teleported onto his base. Concentrating, the thing felt it as they fought their way through Zechs' soldiers. With an inarticulate growl he pulled back the shadows.
Around the room whimpers and disappointed moans echoed. Just a little more time and the Gundam pilots would have been his for eternity. Quatre's confused stare only angered him further.
"This is only a temporary respite, child." The pure rage radiating off the tall man caused everyone to shudder. "When I return, you will be mine. Your sweet flesh will surrender to me."
The Arabic pilot watched the not-so-human man storm out of the room and, as the door clanged shut, turned his attention to his fellows.
Duo lay in a shadow. His normally violet eyes were open and coated with moving darkness. Heero simply lay beside him, eyes closed, unmoving. The expression on his face proved he was conscious; it was a mix of disgust, longing, and fear. Trowa was on his side shuddering and twitching. An occasional gasping groan came from him. Worst was Wufei. The Chinese pilot had curled into a ball and was crying uncontrollably.
"Someone," the smallest pilot found himself whispering. "Help me."
Only Duo even seemed to hear him and Quatre immediately regretted having said anything as those empty eyes turned on him.
"You need help, Quatre?" Duo's voice became sultry; the deep, sensuous nature wrapping around the captive's mind and hormones. "I can help you."
A seductive smile twisted stained lips as the America crawled toward the chained fighter. Like a lithe panther, muscles rippled and moved under pale, shining skin.
"Duo, don't." Quatre meant it to be a command, but it sounded more like a plea.
"Gonna make you feel so good." The thing that used to be his friend purred. "Gonna make you mine."
Calloused hands worked their way up the pale, soft skin causing Quatre to bite his lip. "No." Once more the shadows started to twitch.
The door to the cell burst open without warning and two men rushed in. The first, a young man with a right to left scar on his face and brown hair, kicked Duo away from the hanging pilot. The second, a thin blond, held up his hand and light filled the room. Duo and the others howled in pain, fleeing to the shadows on the other side of the room.
"Good work, Tidus," the first said. "Now keep it up. I have to get this one down. Doesn't look like he's infected."
"Will do, Squall," Tidus said and the light flared up. All the shadows vanished from the room leaving the four pilots writing in apparent agony.
"Who are you?" Quatre's voice was weak yet filled with wonder. Could they be here to help them?
"We came hunting the thing that did this." The other blond told him. A look of uncertainty on his features.
Squall found the chains had to be cut and drew his Gunblade; two swipes later, the young prisoner fell into his arms.
"We have to get you out of here before the others blow the base."
It took a few seconds for the Arab to understand that the "you" did not include his friends.
"You can't" he started to protest but was cut off by the other newcomer.
"Squall, I'm going to try something."
The scarrd man didn't have time to say anything before the room was lit with a pure, clear light. Placing his hands forward, the slender male directed it towards the writhing mass the pilots had become. Around their bodies living shadow twisted and congealed only for the light to turn them to vapor.
"It's working!" Tidus shouted happily and turned toward his partner only to see something fast and dark coming at him.
The blow sent the slight young man flying into the middle of the room. The light vanished and the room was once more controlled by shadows. As he tried to rise a weight fell on his back; Quatre landed without any grace and the pair went down in a tangle. By the time they were apart, the monster had Squall dangling from a single hand.
"Did you really think you could waltz in here and take my pets?" Zechs growled. His hand squeezed tighter, the other tossing the Gunblade out the open door. "Did you?"
"Leave him alone!" Tidus shouted and focused. A small light began around his body and spread out slowly.
The pilots, who had been trying to sneak up on the stranger, scooted back. The young Arab stayed as close to him as possible.
Zechs, however, appeared calm, even happy.
"Oh my." He purred, fully facing Tidus. "I had not thought I would get the chance to sample your tender flesh again, my lovely."
"Oh Gods," the light wielder whimpered. The circle of radiance shrank frighteningly, barely covering the blonds. "Not you. Please not you."
Dropping Squall, the tall, longhaired blond sauntered toward the trembling young man, stopping just outside the light, which shrank even further as if afraid of being touched.
"Nononono," Tidus chanted softly, his knees giving way.
Quatre pressed himself tightly against the kneeling fighter as the others crowded close by. Their hands hovered near the small circle. Eyes filled with darkness stared at him hungrily.
"You might as well give up now, lovely. I don't want to have to mar that luscious skin of yours." Cold, empty darkness captured terrified blue. The circle shrank even further.
"Get away from them you sick bastard," Squall's voice cut through Tidus's panic.
Without warning he doubled the radius of his power and smirked in satisfaction as Zechs jumped back slightly burned and the pilots howled in pain.
Unfortunately, the creature was not nearly defeated. Too fast to follow it charged Squall. The warrior tried to fight back, but the conclusion was foregone. As he pulled his fist back for a punch, Zechs was already behind him. Ropes of shadow wrapped themselves over struggling limbs silencing protests.
"So easy to catch you pathetic humans," it rasped in Squall's ear.
"Don't," his partner's weak protest only made the thing laugh.
"How long can you hold out, my pet?" Zechs taunted. "How long before you need to sleep? I do not sleep. Nor shall my new toys. In the end, you will be mine again and this time I will not hurry so."
Tidus' sobs echoed through the heavy darkness; in his eyes Squall could see helplessness, fear, and the terrible knowledge they were going to lose. He couldn't let that happen. Thinking quickly the young leader came up with a desperate plan. It could only work if the others came. Yet surely they would. When he and Tidus didn't check in. Seifer would never leave them behind.
"Let them go." Squall made sure his tone made it an order rather than a request.
"And why would I do that?"
"Because if you do, I'll be yours."
"No, Squall, you can't," Tidus said, his tear stained face twisted in horror.
"Shut up, Tidus. I'm the leader here."
"You will be mine anyways," he was reminded.
"Maybe, but not willingly. Not perfectly. And not your host."
"Host?" Now he had its attention.
"I'm faster, stronger, and have better skills than the body you're using now. If you let the others go, I'll give myself to you."
"Why not just claim you anyway?"
"You tried that with Seifer remember?"
It hissed in annoyance at the memory; unlike most humans, those in Squall's home dimension could not be forced into becoming hosts. They could be infected, but an existing Shadow could not make them its home. Unless they submitted.
"Very well." Was all the warning Squall received before he felt it claiming him. One second dark bonds held him, the next the tall blond was holding his face so close he could smell the sickness of his infected soul. Then the other's mouth opened impossibly wide and liquid evil surged upward.
Quatre watched in dull horror as something like ink flowed out of Zechs' mouth and attached itself to Squall's. The brown haired man tried to pull away, his eyes wide with fear, but the last of it left the OZ soldier and settled on his face oozing into his nose and up to his ears. Calloused hands clawed at it. Like water the thing simply flowed around the offending appendages. Unnoticed, Zechs' limp body slumped to the floor.
In what had to be an attack of cruelty, some of the dark slipped lower, past the top of Squall's pants. One hand made a frantic grab with no effect. Seconds later, the fighters eyes were filled with pain as a chocked scream issued from him. Tears coursed down the man's cheeks even as his body rocked. Defeat was the last emotion Quatre or Tidus saw on those depths before they dulled, black eclipsing the bright soul usually seen there.
Then the last of the thing slid down Squall's throat. As quickly as it had begun, it ended. There were no more struggles or cries; a few shudders signaled internal changes. Slowly, empty, dark eyes focused on the pair kneeling.
"Oh that was fun." It was Squall's voice yet not. "Especially taking your virginity. If I'd known I would have taken it slower. Oh well. I still have my lovely Quatre."
"You said," the L4 pilot protested.
"I lied," it sneered at him. However, when the reborn thing tried to step toward the shivering Arab it staggered terribly. A look of annoyance crossed its new features. "I forgot how tiring this can be. Oh well, I will have to play with you another day, Quatre my pet. And you Tidus will have to be retrained I think. But later. Later." The last few words were spoken with obvious effort. Moving like a drunk, the scared man's body left the room, locking the door behind him.
Soft, almost hungry moans caused Quatre to turn. Duo and the others no longer shrunk from them. In fact, they were slowly crawling along the edges of the light.
"Let us in, Quatre," Duo whispered licking his lips. "I need you."
"We won't hurt you," Wufei promised, his voice husky with desire.
"Make you feel so good," Heero told him.
"Fill you. Take you. Make you ours." Trowa growled.
"Gonna be so perfect," Duo again.
"Tidus," Quatre hissed as the light faded a little.
"Make him feel good too," Trowa shifted his focus. "Make him moan. Make him beg."
"Tidus." Quatre looked over and found the young man's eyes staring at nothing. "Allah."
And around them the circle of light continued to shrink.
TBC