Gundam SEED Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam SEED: Love Connections ❯ Loving the Enemy ( Chapter 1 )

Gundam SEED and its characters don't belong to me they belong to the same people that own all the other Gundam stuff.

My first dive into Gundam SEED fan fiction *holds nose and takes the plunge*

This is part one of the five chapter lemon series: Gundam SEED: Love Connections. Subtitled: When Enemies Become Lovers: Yzak/Fllay set during her time spent with Klueze. The other parts to this will feature 4 other couples with their appropriate lemons. Not necessarily in this order: Dearka/Milly; Athuran/Cagalli; Fllaga/Murrue and Kira/Lacus.

Um, well, being a lemon, it has adult content and language. NC-17 means NC-17, so please proceed with caution.

Thanks and I hope ya like it.

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The soft swish of air from the opening of the door whisked a few strands of Fllay's dark pink hair in to her face, though she was still able to see on the other side a pair of clear and intense blue eyes glaring down at her.

Fighting the urge to avert her eyes from his, she tried to make her voice sound stern, but it came out as barely a whisper. "He's out and won't be back until this evening."

"I know that." He barked at her. "I came to pick up a report he wanted me to look over."

"You don't have to yell." This time she spoke somewhat louder and resentful at the demeaning tone he had taken with her. But still, she stepped out of the way and allowed him to enter. "It's probably somewhere over on his desk. Take it and leave."

"The little Natural girl is giving orders now is she?" Yzak snorted sarcastically as he glided over to his commanding officer's desk. Finding the report rather quickly he turned back around only to see Fllay standing by the door, pushing the button for it to reopen. He furrowed his brow irritated by the haughty look she was giving him. He pushed his body over to her, trying to intimidate her as he pinned her against the wall; the door closed. "Who the hell are you and why are so important to him?"

She looked up at him, her own temper beginning to flair. "I don't know. I guess you'll have to ask him yourself. Or does he not even trust his golden boy enough to confide in him. Or maybe you're just jealous of the attention he gives to me."

"Why you little…" But before his insult could leave him, Fllay had managed to bring up her knee and hit him dead center in his groin. She then pushed against the stunned ZAFT pilot, using the leverage of his body to propel herself towards her room. But before she could reach the safety of the doors that would separate them, she felt her self being yanked back and then forward again, thrown by Yzak, her body slamming down on her bed.

She quickly turned herself around to a sitting position, gliding her left hand under her pillow only to whip it right back out. Yzak's eyes narrowed, his lips forming a perfect smirk as he stared down at her, the blade of the dagger she held in front of her glinting. "You are really messed in the head, aren't you? One minute you act all weak and docile and the next you're angry enough to threaten a person's very life."

"I'll show you weak, you Coordinator bastard!" She yelled at him as she pushed herself off of the bed, lunging at him, her blade aiming right for his heart. Unlike Milly's attempt, perhaps this one would hit its mark. Her hopes were dashed however as with little to no effort, Yzak was able to catch her wrist once again, twisting it just enough to cause her mild pain. Her hold on the dagger loosened and she felt it being pried away from her fist, just as she felt her body being pushed back and then slammed on top of the bed again with the young man on top of her, pressing the blade to her throat. His face was so close that she could feel the heat of his breath and brush of his lips to hers.

"You are either, desperate, stupid or both to think that you could even take me on."

"Let go! Let go! I'll scream!" She tried her best to struggle, but the edge of the knife cutting into her throat was limiting her movements.

"You think Kruz wouldn't have a soundproof room. He doesn't like others to know when he has his nightly attacks. Besides, do you think someone on board would even give a damn about what happens to some little Natural bitch?"

Tears formed in the corners of Fllay's eyes, though she refused to let them fall as she spat back at him. "Klueze won't be happy if you hurt me. He's promised to protect me."

"And what do you give him in return for that protection? I can't believe he'd take to shacking up with a Natural female."

"No! It's not like that. I told you I don't know why he brought me here." She fluttered her lashes at him, her voice turning soft and pleading, almost sensuous. "Please, let me go. I won't say anything about this."

"And so the little wildcat is turning back into a kitten I see. You really are a moody pain in the ass."

Losing it again, she screamed back at him. "And you're still a Coordinator asshole! I hate you! So either kill me or get out!"

"Those are my only two options? I think not." With those words, a power he couldn't understand or predict took over him and he found himself beginning to kiss the pink haired girl. Despite the feeling of slowly going under with sudden need and desire, his mind snapped back to attention at what he was contemplating and who, he was contemplating it with. He jerked back suddenly when she bit his lip.

"You're not worth my time, you pathetic little bitch!" He lifted himself off of her, sheathing the dagger into his uniform pocket, but as he was about to make his exit, he felt a pair of hands holding him back as they clung to the hem of his jacket. Caught off guard he was pulled back down and into another kiss with Fllay.

His eyes closed almost immediately as he deepened the kiss, his hands feeling around her upper body until they came across the round buttons of her uniform. His fingers worked effortlessly until they were undone and she was free from the heavy material. All the while she had worked on pushing off him his own jacket and shirt, revealing underneath her fingertips the smoothest skin she had ever felt. She broke away from the kiss to look over his body, his pale pallor almost seemed like snow, but felt much warmer then she could have imagined. Her thoughts drifted briefly to Kira and she wondered if all Coordinators were naturally this warm.

Kira, her heart ached just a bit, but she willed the pain away. He was a Coordinator, just like Yzak and the soiling of herself with him would be no different. Though this man was most definitely different. He was mysterious and beautiful, holding a sense of on the edge passion and danger that she found to be very intoxicating and exciting.

"Is the little Natural girl suddenly afraid again? Or have you just not ever seen the perfection of what a Coordinator is?"

Glaring back at him she was determined to prove him wrong and began to unbutton her own blouse, slipping it off of her shoulders, along with her skirt from her hips, and boots from her legs. Clad only in her bra and spaghetti strapped panties, she stretched herself out along the bed, seductively smoothing her hands from the concealed curls at the apex of her body to the slim column of her neck. She shivered somewhat and moaned softly, her movements drawing him in. "Have you never seen the perfection of a Natural, or are you too afraid to find out?"

He had to admit to himself, that there was no argument against how beautiful and tempting she was, but still she was a Natural, and he wondered if he could he really go through with it and bed her. Her rose tinted lips seem to swell and pout, just as did her nipples underneath the pale purple of her silk bra. His heightened senses could even pick up her smell, telling him of her desire. He felt his member go fully rigid, painful even and he slipped off his boots and then began to unbuckle his slacks. "Afraid? That's ridiculous, especially of a Natural."

Bringing his now nude body down completely on top of her he kissed her again, his fingers immediately slipping inside of her panties where they began to prod and stroke her inner woman. Fllay responded to his touch, her own hand wiggling its way between their bodies and finding his thickness, curling her fingers around it, stroking it with just as much intense force as he was her.

Yzak squinted his eyes shut, his cry tearing at his throat as he came almost immediately after she had touched him. He silently cursed himself and his lack of control as he rolled off of Fllay, his breathing somewhat heavy. His face was flushed red, though more from embarrassment then passion. He turned his head and glared at her to see if she was laughing at him. Strangely the only look on her face was one of calm, until dark indigo clashed with silvery blue. It was with that look that the gundam pilot knew that he had just entered upon the enemy's ground, and strangely enough found that he was more than willing to allow himself to be taken prisoner, or capture her as his hostage.

He caught his breath slightly as her lilt body straddled him, her look, wild and unpredictable, but incredibly sexy. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a glint as she brought up to his throat the same dagger he had wrestled from her earlier. His first instinct was to buck the girl off, kill her and then escape, but as he already knew, he was far beyond that desire.

Remaining as still as he could, he followed the movement of the blade as she lightly glided it from his neck down to where his heart beat in his chest, sliding it down even farther, right to the beginning of his sex, only to retrace its path, back at his throat.

"I could so easily kill you right now." She spoke in hushed tone. "Your heart and guts could be on this blade even as we speak."

"You truly are insane if you think that I couldn't take you out before you even could even try."

She moved the dagger up to his face, resting it where his scar shown red against his pale skin. "Perhaps, but not before I could leave you with another nasty scar. So which hurt worse? It, or losing to the person who gave it to you?"

Angered a bit, Yzak's brow furrowed, his scar having become a touchy subject for anyone to comment on. Fllay seemed to pick up on this and she tossed the knife to the floor, replacing her right index finger where the blade had been.

"I think it's beautiful. It shows you have experienced pain, and loss, if not on the inside, then most definitely on the out." His anger subsided somewhat as he wondered how many scars she had that could not be seen physically. She was definitely a disturbed girl, beautiful, sad, and even deadly all wrapped up into one adorably frustrating package. She distracted his mind once again as she dipped down her head and kissed the mark on his face, the tip of her tongue tracing the outline. "I think I love this scar."

His eyelids felt heavy and closed, her touch along with her words feeling quiet pleasurable to him. She breathed against his cheek as she feathered him with more kisses, slowly making her decent down his neck, to his chest, lapping at one of his nipples teasingly before taking it between her teeth and biting down on it.

The Coordinator male hissed a breath through his teeth the sensation just about breaking him. "What the fuck?" He opened his eyes to look at her still hovering over him with a devilish grin and an even more evil sparkle in her eyes.

"I thought an advanced species, such as yourself, could handle a little pain? Am I wrong?"

"You'll have to see for yourself."

"Seems that way." She broke their gaze, her face disappearing from his view as she ventured even more down his body, until she reached the very epitome of what proved he was male. Skillfully she held his tool within in her hands, lapping at the tip with her tongue, only to glide it down his length and around his thickness before claiming it into her mouth, opening her throat so that she could take in as much as she could.

The silver haired man's fists balled as he grasped at the sheets fighting to control his breathing and desire. He would not lose it again, not until he was buried deep within her. He bucked his hips and cursed hoarsely as he felt the constriction of her throat muscles each time she swallowed a bit of his pre-cum. He then found his hands on the back of her head, palms flat pushing her even more onto himself, until he knew it had to end, or it would be the end of him.

"S, stop!" He ground out the command, relieved when she obeyed and took her mouth from him, only to straddle his middle once again, her expression as innocent and as sweet as she looked. How a girl so young could be quite the experienced seductress he did not know or really care and any further thoughts on the matter were lost to him as he pushed himself up, curling his arms around her back and shoving her face forward so that her lips were smashed against his own.

She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue, giving freely to him her own as the kiss grew more intense, sloppy and wet. One of his hands tangled itself into her silken tresses to maintain their kiss, while the other one freely roamed down her back, easily unsnapping the joint hooks of her bra, before going down where it tugged harshly at the strap of her panties, easily ripping it in two. She lifted her bottom slightly and he yanked away the cloth barrier, knowing now that they were skin to skin and wanting more then ever to take it even farther.

Raised more on her knees now, so that they were both sitting, she arched her back to allow him the access to her that he had been wanting, and he immediately buried his nose in between her breasts to breath in deeply her scent before turning slightly and darting out his tongue to lick hastily at their center nubs that were puckered and straining having been neglected for much to long. She mimicked the motions of riding him, bringing his sex to yet another full and raging peak, and when she knew he could take it no longer, she steadied herself skillfully and sank down swiftly, his entire member now encased by her body.

Yzak threw back his head and released a small groan as he crushed her body to his so that he could begin to move with her and push inside of her as far as he could. His teeth nipped at her neck, finding a smooth piece of flesh, which they latched onto. He sucked at the spot as wantonly as she had sucked him, and he swore he could taste her blood seeping through her skin. The pain seemed to only turn her on more as she ground into him, releasing her own sobbing moans of pleasures.

"Harder Yzak, please, give me your pain…take it out on me!"

"Shit, Fllay." He growled out slowly as he flipped them so that she was now on her back and he over her. Their contact had been broken but only momentarily before he had found her again, pounding into her with all of the force and fury of his repressed emotions. It was if his very soul was poured into the act of coupling with this Natural, and she was lying there, taking it all, even begging for more as he felt his resolve slowly breaking.

Her nails scored his back and buttocks, her teeth sunk into his shoulder, even as her legs around him tightened pulling him, trapping him within her depths until he swore he must have been in her womb itself. Her inner muscles squeezed him tightly, and he found he could not take anymore. With a choked cry she came, as did he, losing himself inside of her, continuing to jolt her body until he knew that he had been completely drained. He felt his entire body begin to shake and his arms grow weak as he collapsed onto her, heaving body to heaving body, still joined, both to sated too move any more.

They knew not if it was mere seconds or minutes before they felt themselves able to even think a coherent thought, or breathe a normal breath, but when they both sobered, the room seemed to become eerily quiet, the atmosphere suddenly humid and heavy.

Fllay shivered once as she felt the air on her body, Yzak having rolled off her, now simply lying on his back staring at the ceiling. She bit her lip and chanced to move, propping herself up on her elbow so that she could look at him. She opened her mouth to speak his name, but before it was formed, his left index finger placed on her lips silenced her. His gaze racked down her body and up again, noticing the fluids, marks and bruises on her that was a result of their union. The most obvious, being the red and purple blood kiss that marred the curve of her slender neck.

"What the hell are you?"

He did not mean the question to sound so cruel, but when her bottom lip began to quiver and she hid her face in her hands, he knew that he had hurt her. It was then he realized she was nothing more than a scared girl, trying to be brave while forced to grow up too soon and too fast thanks to the war. She was like him, confused, frightened and insecure, yet too proud and stubborn to admit it.

He sat himself back up, drew her to him and stroked her hair, deciding for once to drop his cold and distant façade, to bring comfort to her as she had brought to him. "It's okay. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Then you don't hate me even though I'm different from you?"

The question took him by surprise, for he had just realized until she had said it, he had totally forgotten that they were from different sides. "I'll hate you for being a Natural as much as you hate me for being a Coordinator."

She looked up at him, a strange, but understanding smile playing on her lips. "Then it seems we are on an even keel, Yzak."

He gave her a similar expression back. "For now, it seems we are, Fllay."

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