Title: Gold tooth
Author: Lee Lee ( Lee_Lee@prodigy.net )
Betta(s): Phan Tasmas, Zeda kitty
My site: http://lee_lee9.tripod.com/Ants_In_ma_Pants/
Catagory(s): Dark/Depressing, Angst, Death/Tear-Jerker, Taboo/Abuse, Graphic/Gross
Subcatagory: Anime Series: Gundam Wing
Rating: R-NC17
Pairings: None
Warnings: Ickieness!!!! Yucky gross stuff! NCS!!! Death fic! Angsty! EWWW stuff!!! Bastardization of someone!! Sick, sick, sick! *Beats self in head* YAOI!
Archive: Vegitas lovergirl's fic and pic contest... don't think anyone else would want it.. tee hee.
Notes: My first fic to ever take a turn like this... it's sick! Just plain sick! *Curls up in corner and cries* But it's so good at being sick that it's sick! *sighs* also AU.

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A stench fills the air that is so horrid it burns the nostrils. It is the familiar stench of death. It's the scent of copper and roaches as they crawl through entrails and out of orifices. The smell is so thick that it can be cupped in the hands and drank as fine wine. It twirls in and out of your consciousness like a bad feeling or gut instinct. Death stiffens and chills, but death cannot be related to this stink that is so overcoming that it is alive. The smell could be considered a perfume to some. Not many, but one.

This someone looms in the grime found under the nails and feeds off the rotting flesh of road kill. This person is the one that scoops up your spit from the sidewalk and collects your dead skin from the bed sheets. This someone is death. Not death in a sense that it is dead, but a death that strives from death. A death so beautiful he would make death jealous. This death is a man. Not a normal man, but a man of shadows and hair. He lurks near death where ever it rears it's ugly head. He calls himself death to spite death itself.

Rats scurry by Death's feet as he makes his way through raw sewage and human feces. The scraping of bare feet over broken glass loud enough to make you wonder why there is no screaming. In the depths of purple orbs there is a glimpse of a corpse, skin rotting off the bones and a possum family living in the pit that used to be a abdomen.

Something twinkles near this corpse, this foul remainder of life, which is attracting the attention of the lowly street urchin. For who knows why this man, this dead man, was run down and brutally murdered on the streets for. It could have been money or it could have been drugs. All this greasy child knows is that the chance of the murdering thieves missing something in their haste to clean house is very high.

Fumbling over fuming trash bags and diabetic needles toward the newly made compost heap the eyes of 'death' enlarge, trying to make out what the shining object is. Strain as he might the shadows being cast by the swelling, maggot infested face conceal the form of the prize. Secretly hoping that it's not just a piece of gum wrapper or a pool of congealing blood and only that what ever it is he will be able to use to sustain his masquerade of life for a bit longer. Stepping closer to the prone form, the possums foaming mouths bearing razor teeth waiting to sink into supple flesh, the youth leans over the vegetating body, mind swimming with greed at his, hopefully, great discovery.

A tooth! A tooth from this victim lay sparkling on the cement. Not any tooth but a gold tooth at that. One could tell that it had been deliberately ripped from the gums in order to melt down the gold and sell, but was some how forgotten or left behind. The root of the tooth was picked clean of any blood residue that would have been left on it by the insects of prey. Trying to look closer, not trusting his eyes in a matter such as this, the braided boy leaned harder on the chest of the victim causing a few brittle bones to crack under the pressure.

Behind the boy, watching this scene unfold, was a shadow. It lurked in the filthiest of shadows only confirming that it was the filthiest of things. Blue eyes the color of the night sky the only thing escaping the dimness being cast by dumpsters. Something gleamed in these eyes. Something so terrible it would have made the child of death run with fear, though he fears nothing. But, the young one so enveloped in his own world merely didn't notice these eyes and those looks. This would be a mistake on his behalf.

The air around the alley seemed to take on a thickness as the morning sun started to beat down and toast pungent flesh off of bleached bones. It was almost sticky and it moistened the skin. You could feel it in your eyes when you blinked and it mingled with the sweat pouring from your scalp.

The skinny arm of death reached out and grasped the tooth, encasing it in nimble fingers. It felt dead, dead as the body it came from. Amethyst eyes raked over his fist that held the meaning of life to him. He didn't quite know how far it would take him but that it was all he had to hope for at this moment.

Hope. Something he found so little of these past few years. Ever since he had lost his one and only friend to a brutal rape and beating by one of the neighboring gangs. Solo. The one and only person he loved and who loved him back. He would never know these feelings ever again. Only pain and loneliness emanated now from his torn soul. Duo was his name now. In memory of his best friend. The name was supposed to make him feel better about what happened. It was all his fault after all. He was supposed to run faster! But he was too weak. He couldn't keep up and.... and.....

*Flash Back*

"Com'mon! We have to get out of here! Run pretty one! They're right behind us!" ::Thump! Thump! Thump!:: Foot steps on the ground. Two from the small children as the run frantically through the streets and five others from their tormentors. Heavy rings in the air told of metal chains and coils that would do unbearable things to naked flesh if it had the chance.

"I... I can't! 'M too tired. Go Solo! Leave me...." A yell and the smaller youth fell to the ground, tripping over a beer bottle left carelessly in the gutter. Fear emanates from the round pupils of his eyes that flash purple in the street lights. He was a goner, he knew it.

"Pretty!" Solo. He was coming back. He was risking his life. NO! Don't stop! Keep running! You can't save me! Tears welled up in the long-haired boy's eyes as he realized that he was nothing but a burden to the only one in his life and that now he was going to be the end of that person.

"Solo! NO!" But it was too late. The sound of footfalls was closer and he knew that was the sound of doom. The last thing he remember was Solo jumping over him and him yelling 'Run! Run! Run for your life! Go now!'. So, he did. He ran until he couldn't run anymore. No matter how far he ran though, he couldn't escape the screams. The screams of pain and the screams for mercy.

*End Flash Back*

Tears again. They were pouring down his cheeks. They were more bitter than they were the last time he let himself cry. They were full of self hate and loathing. He didn't deserve to go on living. It should have been him that died. Should have been him that had been raped.... repeatedly until his insides were shredded to nothing and raw, bleeding out every passage on his body. He wanted to die. More than anything, but he couldn't. He promised. Promised he wouldn't give up if something happened to one of them. And of all the sneaky and tricky things he did in life, he never lied.

"Pretty...." That was the name given to him by people of the street. Solo adopted it as if it were his true, god given name. The figure in the shadows moved closer. His victim was unsuspecting of his presence. Silent and almost not there he smelled the air. Duo's scent wafted in the slight breeze that was more from the heat coming out of the subway tunnels. Though he was a street dweller, with matted hair and greasy skin, Duo still smelled of something pleasant. Like, oranges and mint, Something sweet, not overly so, but good to the senses. It was almost calming.

As Duo was weeping and silently wishing he were this rotting pile of waste before him, cobalt eyes raked over his form. There seemed to be an almost appraising nod from the blue eyed one before he tapped the crying boy on the shoulder. With a jump Duo turned, his braid swishing behind him violently. When he saw who was standing before him he seemed to wither into the ground. Eyes round and wide in fear and recognition.

"...Heero..." Duo breathed out the name, as if it made his throat burn to utter it. The boy smiled and took a step forward.

"I'm glad you remember me. Then again, why wouldn't you? I did after all... take your boytoy away from you didn't I?"

*Flash Back*

Duo was in the city police station for questioning after the body of Solo had been found. He was out of it after having to identify the body and hearing all the gruesome things that had happened. He just wanted to cry. Cry until he fell asleep. I had been a week since Solo disappeared and not once had he been able to sleep. Now every time he closed his eyes he saw him. Saw Solo with his eyes open and staring blankly at him from under bruises and a white sheet. But even if he could sleep crying was out of the question. He had cried himself out. No more tears were left. His eyes were red and puffy and he felt as if his nose was the size of an egg.

There was some commotion to side of him but he didn't turn in his chair where he was waiting. He just sat and stared at the door that the officer had gone into and shut. He was to wait until he came back. He hated to wait and he really hated cops. He knew that they wouldn't believe most of what he said and that what they did believe they would file away until it was forgotten completely.

Only when someone sat beside him did Duo turn to see a teenager dressed in leather being handcuffed to the chair. When the officer attending the boy left blue eyes looked into amethyst. There seemed to be recognition in the cold gaze of the stranger but Duo didn't think they had met before. The boy smiled and raked his eyes over the small form before him. Duo gave him a weak smile in acknowledgment and tried to look away, but he couldn't get the feeling of the boy's eyes off of him. Sure enough when he looked back he was still being stared at.

"Is there something you want?" The other boy just smiled and shook his head. It wasn't a movement of denial but almost as if he couldn't believe the question was asked or that he didn't think the boy who asked knew what he was asking.

"I wish it was you we got..... You are so much prettier than your friend. It's sad he had to die though, isn't it? If he had just... shut up. If he had only stopped screaming I wouldn't have had to do it." Laughter burst from his throat as he looked at Violet eyes that seemed to go blank.

"He called you Pretty, didn't he? That your name? It really does suit you. You really should watch out whose territory you're in next time, or I might just get my wish. Remember me, pretty. My name is HEERO. When the time comes, you'll need to know that." Duo couldn't say anything. Words seemed to catch in his throat, and before he could regain his composure, Heero was led away by another officer.

"NOOOOOOO!"

*End Flash Back*

"It's been a long time hasn't it? Five, six years? God, how you've grown. Such beautiful hair. Still go by the name Pretty?" Duo was slowly gaining back his nerves as he came to realize that Heero was by himself and there was a good chance that he could get away. Taking a step back, with the crunch of beatles under his heal, he slowly made progress towards the open street. The confines of the alley seemed to strangle him suddenly. He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. The air was thick with the blood that seemed to evaporate from the body near by. Duo's braid was limp with residue and his eyes shone a shade of light pink. It was as if the spirit of the deceased was taking over him. His senses seemed heightened and he could smell the blood and could feel the weight in the air as it grew so heavy it seemed to crush him.

"So, uh......where's all your group? They hiding somewhere?" Duo's eyes searched frantically around. He peered into corners and shadows, but never took his eyes away from the one before him for more than a minute. He wouldn't give his enemy the chance for surprise. Heero's only response was to smile maniacally and take a few more steps closer. If you looked hard enough at his eyes you would have seen the very core of evil residing deep within his soul. It was as if the devil hid beneath his skin and was now surfacing with Duo's growing fear. Even now the fear was so strong it overrode the smell of death. A screech from behind made Duo look over his shoulder only to find that a large garbage truck had decided to park in front of his only escape. He was trapped unless the truck moved soon. He had to stall until it did.

"Well, I guess they're not here, huh? That's to bad. I was hoping to catch up on the good times with them." Sweat was pouring down Duo's face and he could feel it dripping down his spine and pooling at the small of his back.

"To do that you would have to go to prison. That's where they have all been the last seven years. Ya'know, since we killed your little boyfriend." Duo's eye brows shot up at this. The others went to prison for the death of Solo? Why on Earth didn't Heero go too then? It was as if Heero could read Duo's mind because he just laughed and took one more stride to Duo, efficiently pinning him to the wall. Duo's voice caught in his throat and all he could do was squeak, and he did.

"Oh, don't think that any thing I do will catch up with me. I didn't go to prison with the others because I'm the son of a rich corporate executive and he does everything in his power to ensure that I'll be able to take over the business one day. Too bad he doesn't care what I do now though. Do you know how many people I've killed Pretty? How many people I've raped, mutilated? None of them were as beautiful as you. No, none could compare to you." Heero reached his hand out and caressed Duo's cheek with the back of his hand, wiping some of the soot and grime from his pale skin. Duo shuttered at the sensation, but found himself oddly tuned on by the gentleness. Heero leaned in closer with the sound of his leather pants screaming about how their seams could take no more of this abuse. For a gang-banger he surely dressed like he was someone's bitch. All leather and chains. Quite the opposite from Duo's patchwork vest and jean shorts that were tied on his too-thin waist with a bit of twine.

Heero's entire body was pressed to Duo's form, making a kind of mold of all the curves and bends of his body. Electricity ran through all of Duo's nerve endings that seemed to end in his groin. What the hell was he thinking?! This was the same person who rapped, beat, and killed your best friend. Your only friend. Now you' re getting all hot and bothered over him? By the time he thought of this though, Heero had already taken the initiative to kiss him with all the force he could. Duo found himself sandwiched between a wall and a bruising kiss that seemed to sear his soul and make the bile rise in the back of his throat.

It wasn't right, what was happening. He couldn't believe he was letting this happen and actually liked it. Duo was torn between going with the flow or fighting back. He squeezed his eyes shut. This was a big mistake on his side. In his mind he saw Solo. It was the Solo he had left behind six years ago. He was sad. He was crying and alone. He was screaming for Duo. Begging for do to hold him. His voice was filled with pain and suffering. It was nothing that Duo hadn't seen or heard before, but coming from his dead friend it was like a knife in his heart. Tears ran out of his closed eyes and down his gaunt cheeks, washing away dirt from their path and leaving streaks down his neck.

Violently he lashed out at his tormentor. The one who had ruined his and Solo's lives. The one who had ruin countless other's lives and would continue to do so until the day he died. Duo kicked and shoved until finally he felt an inch of space between his body and Heero's. He pulled all the strength from his weak bones and took off in a sprint. He didn't make it more than a few steps before he fell over Heero's strategically placed foot. With a sickening crunch and a pain filled yelp, Duo landed on the ground with a shattered wrist and glass slicing into his open palms. A sharp kick struck his ribs and rolled him to his back. Bloody ribbon sliced hands clutched at his abused abdomen as more kicks were aimed his way. When the blows finally stopped Duo was close to unconsciousness and black spots danced behind his eye lids. There was a terrible pain in the pit of his stomach as coughs racked his body and a warm moisture coated his lips. Blood. With hazy eyes Duo looked to his attacker. Heero stood looking down at him. The look in his eye seemed puzzled, or it was curiosity. Duo couldn't tell as coughing claimed his small form again.

"It's odd, Pretty. I've done this a million times. More than I can count. To more people I can remember. You are still beautiful. Most people loose their appeal when on the verge of death. Not you, no, you are more desirable now. So helpless." Heero moved and was now straddling Duo's small hips. Duo screamed inside. Every movement burned and ached more than anything had ever burned or ached. His body was sore and his mind was raw from the assault of memories and steel-toed boots.

Heero caressed Duo's cheek once more, this time smearing blood from his lips up to his temple. The air seemed to get colder and a chill passed over Duo. His lips trembled and he was loosing feeling of his fingers. Heero leaned over Duo and clamed his mouth, more gently this time. Duo's lips were warmed by the touch, but now his feet were freezing. Duo's vision was getting darker and somewhere in the back of his mind he could feel hands on him. They were roaming down his stomach and to his groin. He knew something bad was happening, but his mind was detached from sensation and the chill was getting worse.

Duo didn't know when he lost consciousness. All he knew was that when he woke up he was laying completely naked on the ground and Heero was above him. Heero was breathing erratically and sweat was racing down his temples. Feeling slowly came back to Duo's body and he could feel the pain first. The pain ran all through his body. His sides hurt from the first assault and his hands were still bleeding. Now he could feel his back scraping against the pavement and the debris was digging into his unprotected skin. Then he felt himself swaying. Not really swaying, but more of a rocking. That's when everything came together. Heero was raping Duo.

Duo opened his mouth and let out a deep wail of pain. It started from the insides where he was being violated and erupted into a keening scream of sorrow. Everything was gone now. His friend was dead, his virginity and innocence, and now his dignity. Duo slowly raised his eyes to Heero's face only to catch the expression of sheer pleasure as he reached climax and filled Duo's body with his essence. More pain over took Duo as the warm fluid coated his passage and seeped into the many tears from the dry invasion. More pain came as Heero pulled out. Duo was to weak now to scream out, but he was able to whimper, as a puppy does when it's hungry. Heero smiled a sad sort of smile and sent numerous blows to Duo's Abdomen. Stars dance in front of his pupils and then darkness claimed him again. This time when the darkness filled his vision he couldn't feel the pain. It was as if everything was warm and he slowly started to forget what had happened. He started to feel light and all around him became white before everything disappeared and was quiet.

Everything was gone. No more worrying about when he would eat next or about how he would keep warm on cold nights.

He was free....

...He was free....