Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Lesson in Discipline ❯ A Lesson in Discipline ( Chapter 1 )

A Lesson in Discipline by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and the characters of Gundam Wing are not of my creation. I use the characters for the sole purpose of profit less entertainment.

Author's Note: This story contains obscene language, rape, and YAOI. It is not for under aged readers.

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Heero Yui stepped out of his Gundam and approached the other Gundam that had been blown out of the sky. He climbed up onto the unit and yelled, "Open up!"

The compartment where the pilot was situated popped open instantly. Heero wasted no time in grabbing the blond haired boy by the neck of his bodysuit.

"What the fuck did you think that you were doing?" Heero asked angrily.

Quatre winced at Heero's harsh language. "Those people were innocent. They were just trying to escape. Why did you kill them when they have nothing to do with this war in the first place?"

Heero punched the younger boy. A bruise immediately appeared on Quatre's delicate face. "We had a mission to complete! Now, thanks to you, your mobile suit is down!"

Quatre's eyes grew wet with tears. Heero had corrected his mistake. he had taken out the civilian craft, but not before the ship had fired after Quatre's mobile unit.

"Don't you ever foul up another mission like this again," Heero warned, "or I promise that I will make you sorry!" Heero shoved the boy away from him and returned to his Gundam unit.

Quatre watched as zero one rose into the air and disappeared into the mountains. Quatre sat down on the battle-scarred metal of his Gundam unit and let his tears flow freely. Heero had terrified him. Heero was the epitome of a loyal fighter. All he cared about was completing the mission. Nothing else mattered.

Quatre wiped at his eyes with the back of his hands and sniffled. He had better return to base. Heero would not take things too well if Quatre let his Gundam be discovered by the enemy.

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A door slammed. Quatre awakened with a jolt and watched in surprise as Heero locked the door to his room.

"What are you doing here?" Quatre asked nervously.

"I came to teach you a lesson in discipline," Heero answered.

Quatre stood up from the bed and told him, "I've already heard enough from you, Heero. Get out."

"All of a sudden, you've grown a backbone." Heero tossed out at him. "Do you know how difficult it was for me to tell Dr. J about your foul up?"

Quatre frowned at the dark haired Heero and told him, "I'm not sorry for what I did. I would do it again if I could."

Heero rushed at him and threw him against the wall. He slapped Quatre so hard that he fell on to the bed. Quatre tried to get up, but Heero grabbed his arms, wrenching them behind him. He pulled the tangled bed sheet from beneath the trembling Quatre and used it to tie up the boy's hands.

"Heero, please, no!" Quatre pleaded, his voice thick with tears.

Heero pushed Quatre's head down into the bed to silence him. He ripped Quatre's pink shirt from his body, exposing the boy's unmarred flesh. He roughly turned Quatre over and divested him of his khaki pants and white cotton shorts. Quatre, embarrassed by his nudity, whimpered and blushed. Heero ignored his reaction and took Quatre's underwear. He balled it up and shoved it into the blonde's mouth.

Heero drew Quatre's body to the edge of the bed. He lifted and widened the bewildered pilot's legs. He wet two of his fingers with his saliva and cruelly prodded Quatre's shy, little rosebud. Quatre stiffened in fear. Muffled sounds came from his stuffed mouth.

Heero pushed past Quatre's tight ring of muscle and worked his fingers in and out from every angle, widening him. Quatre wriggled to be free of the painful probing. Heero added a third finger to Quatre's abused hole and increased his movements. Sweat broke out on Quatre's forehead. A brief glance at Quatre's cock told Heero that the boy was getting hard. Heero touched a spot within the pilot's rear that was just shy of his prostate. Quatre's body twitched from the near encounter. He didn't understand what was happening to him. One moment, he had been scared out of his mind, the next; he was lifting his hips to meet Heero's manipulations.

Then, all too abruptly, Heero stopped his ministrations. Quatre whimpered in protest, his hips thrusting at the air, his ass lifting in search of more.

Heero walked away for a moment and went to Quatre's nightstand. He found a small bottle of oil inside of the drawer. He looked over at Quatre knowingly. Quatre blushed crimson. The bottle was half used.

"I wonder who was giving you lessons as well," Heero said. "Was it Trowa?"

Quatre showed no response.

Heero removed his black tank top.

"Wufei?"

Nothing. Heero removed the rest of his clothing.

"Duo."

Quatre's face and chest turned bright red.

Heero poured the oil into his hand and rubbed the slick liquid into his cock. Quatre's legs trembled as Heero approached him.

Heero grabbed Quatre's ankles and raised them into the air. He shoved his hard member into Quatre's delicate warmth. A groan of pain came from Quatre as Heero's fullness claimed him.

Heero cruelly pumped into young Quatre. He clenched his teeth as the smaller boy lustily moved with him. It was clear that he was enjoying the stimulation of Heero's throbbing member on his prostate. Heero focused on stroking on the sensitive gland.

Quatre's eyes grew misty as a swarm of sensual sensations flooded him. He arched his back in an attempt to get more of Heero's punishing cock into his body.

Sweat dropped off Heero's forehead and anointed Quatre's flesh. Heero lowered one of Quatre's legs and reached for the younger boy's pre cum soaked length. He jerked on Quatre's swollen shaft, urging the pilot to release the white-hot tension that boiled just beneath the surface.

Heero increased his thrust and moved his hand more rapidly up and down Quatre's stiff penis. Quatre's strained cry announced his oncoming climax. Heero moaned as Quatre's inner muscles tightened on his cock. Quatre's semen spilled on to his chest. Heero looked into the blonde's eyes and raised his ankle higher. He licked at Quatre's calf and slammed into him. Quatre's eyes rolled up into his head. The spasms within his clenching bottom triggered off Heero's orgasm. His seed spilled inside of Quatre's quivering sheath.

Heero pulled free of him and watched as some of his semen trickled from Quatre's pulsing orifice.

"The lesson is over," Heero told him. He got dressed, unlocked the door, and left the room, leaving the helpless Quatre still bound on the bed.

When he entered the living room, Duo had just returned from a mission. Duo gave Heero a nod of respect as he passed him.

By the time Duo had discovered Quatre, Heero was already gone. Duo was left to comfort his pale haired lover. Strangely enough, Quatre seemed rather calm about his ordeal with the malicious Heero. Duo wondered if the kindhearted Quatre would ever recover from his shock.

The bishounen like face of Quatre reflected in the mirror behind of his bedroom door. Quatre realized that had Duo not been hugging the life out of him, he would have caught the look of complete satisfaction on the blond.

"I won't let him hurt you again, Quatre. I promise," Duo assured him.

Quatre closed his eyes and smiled conspiratorially. I wonder what other lessons Heero could teach me. Quatre made his own promise, and that was to make certain that Heero completed his instruction on the fine art of discipline.

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