Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love Hurts (Literally) ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

Faith-kun: I'm back! Quick, huh?

Wufei: What the F*ck was that?!

Zechs: It does it appear you were shot.

Wufei: >_<

Zechs: (patting Wufei on the head) It's okay.

Me: …rrrright. Anyhow, here's Chapter 1. Oh, if some things don't make sense disregard. I'm not really good with these things.

Disclaimers: Do I even have to tell you?

Warnings: Lemon (whoo-hoo! Already!)

CHAPTER 1

I had thought I could never love again after Treize . . .after Zechs. There was Duo and Heero but that would have never worked out. Then I met him…

Vincent was a dark beauty just as myself. I met him at a club Duo managed to drag me to. The way he danced was like art in motion. I stood, unconsciously drawn to him, and made my way to him; I watched him more intently. He was slender and tall with long dark hair down his back. Suddenly he turned and our eyes met like he knew I was staring all along. When I got to him he started circling me, a predator ready to attack its prey. He stopped behind me. For a minute I thought he was gone but when I went to turn around he grabbed my waist and pulled me to his chest.

"What's your name, little one?" He breathed just above my ear. I was going to protest on that `little one' comment but decided against it.

"Wufei. Yours?"

"Vincent." Then he moved his hips, moving me with him. He kissed my neck softly then bit it. It hurt but I like a little pain. I gasped at the strange feeling of pleasure that ran through me. He pulled back and turned me around, licking his lips. My eyes widened at the color of his eyes: Crimson.

"You...you are sweet. Let's say we get out of here." He pulled me towards the exit with him. Outside he asked for my keys. Handing them to him I wondered if he knew that I didn't tell him what kind of car I had. He pulled us over to my red Lexus and I jumped in with mild curiosity. We stopped in front of my small house and that curiosity turned to suspicion but that quickly subsided when we got into the house. He stripped us of our clothes as we made our way to my bedroom. Laying me on the bed, he stood back with a hint of admiration in those crimson eyes. I blushed. He walked towards me slow and seductive and began to crawl on all fours on the bed above me. He kissed me and it was liquid fire being poured into my mouth. I gripped his hair, trying to pull him into me, further deepening the kiss. Everywhere he kissed was like patches of heat sipping through my skin. When he stopped I made a loud noise of protest.

"Why'd you stop?" I complained. He smirked.

"Well, I don't want to hurt you…" He trailed off and it dawned on me what he meant.

"In the top drawer. Blue bottle." He raised an eyebrow but didn't question. Finding it he resumed his attack on my body. I hardly felt the first finger go in but I felt the second one and was eagerly pushing back against them. Probably sensing that I didn't need any more preparation, he moved to lube him self, I stopped him.

"Let me." He let his head fall back as I clench him firmly in my hands and moved slowly up and down. I made sure there was enough on him and to torture him a bit before I let him go. I turned on my hands and knees and looked back at him.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked with a slow smile. He growls and seized my hips. Sliding in with one quick thrust, I gasped. Not from pain but from the sweet feeling of being filled and stretched. I grasped the sheets as he thrusts wildly into me. My screams of encouragement spurred him on more. I see white spots as I come onto my stomach and the bed. I didn't feel the harsh bite on my shoulder as he came in me right after. He rolls off me to the side and I follow molding my body into his. He wrapped his arms around my waist and began to lick the bite he left on my shoulder.

"It doesn't hurt, you know." I said absently after a while.

"It wasn't meant to be." He murmured.

"Really? You don't say." I said sarcastically. He frowned.

"I'm sorry. Why wasn't it meant to hurt?" I apologized quickly.

"It was to mark you. Make you mine, temporarily." He gave a small smile against my shoulder when saying the last word. I moved from him and sat up.