Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Husbands and Wives ❯ Are as One ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Husband and Wife are as One.

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Written for Bingo Kink: Crossdressing. Underwear/lingerie

Warning: Psychologically disturbed Wufei and possibility of age issues. He was married, so I consider him an adult, but the character is fifteen in this story.

Pairing: 13x5

Summary: Meiran always wanted a strong husband. One she could be proud of. And she found one. Unfortunately she's dead and he's the enemy, but Wufei will do anything to please the ghost of his wife.

A/N: I had trouble with this one, which made no sense, I love crossdressing. But every time I tried picturing a character it was…funny. Anime was my last bet. And Wufei always deserves more love. Even if it means putting him in a <a href= http://www.pamperedpassions.com/elegant_corset_axami_28210_ prd1.html>sheer corset.</a> It's for his own good. Honest.

 

`She' came on the nights when the moon was dark. Not all of them, not by a long shot, not enough of them in Trieze's so humble opinion. It was admittedly a shock the first time. His former opponent in battle—one of the fearsome Gundam Pilots, waiting for him in his bed. At first Trieze thought it was a trap, thought that he was finally here to kill him properly. But no. Such an honorable little warrior would never stoop to such a level. Besides there was something…oddly feminine in the way he was lying, and when he saw Trieze he sat up, and unless he had had very, very good training Trieze just couldn't see a serious pilot moving with such sensuality. He wore a sheer black corset with lace trim and white swirls. A matching g-string fought to hold his cock, and black stockings attached to the corset.

Trieze had stood, transfixed by the boy's beauty for a long moment, before shedding his coat, putting aside his sword and sitting next to him. “Hello there kitten, may I ask what you're doing in my bed?”

Fathomless black eyes looked up at him warmly. The boy was wearing red make up, a stark color on his otherwise white and black palate. Rose bud lips curled up into a gentle smile. “You may ask me anything you like Kushrenada. A warrior such as yourself, I find myself more wondering why I didn't have to fight off a line of girls eager for your bed.”

“I'm flattered.” Trieze knew he should call the guards or something. Not flirt with the dangerous terrorist sitting on his bed. But it had been a long, soul crushing war and Trieze had a weakness for pretty boys. Particularly for pretty boys with prettier souls. And this one was the fairest of them all as far as he was concerned. So instead he allowed one hand to rest on the top of the nearest stocking and sword calloused fingers teased the black silk garter. “However I'm afraid I've never had that particular difficulty.”

The boy's legs parted, allowing Trieze's hand to slide up a creamy thigh and pull down the straining g-string. “My name is Mei Ran. But you will call me Nataku.”

His Gundam. How cute.

“Of course my little warrior. Nothing would please me more.” This earned him a pleased hum and Trieze allowed himself to shamelessly indulge himself in the proffered prize. His little warrior, his Nataku was the most splendid thing to grace his bed, and Trieze vowed to appreciate it as much as he could, for he never knew what prompted these visits, and he never knew what might stop them—including the untimely demise of his favorite pilot.

 

Nataku straddled his thighs, riding his cock with slow, rocking movements. Trieze ran his hands up stocking covered legs, loving the play of muscles under silk. They rarely spoke, Trieze because he was afraid of breaking what fragile peace they had, Nataku's purpose as always, obscure to him. He never removed more than the g-string, both for his own love of stockings and for the boy's apparent need to be wearing the corset. Trieze loved the feeling of stocking clad legs straddling him, loved the look of them framing Nataku's sweet buttocks. He liked to nip along the garters before pushing Nataku down, prying open his cheeks, and rimming him. He liked to drive the boy to incoherency before taking him—any way he could. He might not understand exactly what was happening in these midnight visits, but damn if he wasn't going to make sure that Nataku left them sore, limping and sated.

 

After the boy had disappeared into the night Trieze rose from his bed and pulled a file that he'd been tracking down since the first night. It contained all the information they could find on Gundam pilot 05—Chang Wufei. Including the name and nickname of his late wife, Mei Ran, called Nataku.

 

Trieze closed the folder, poured himself a glass of wine and through the folder into the flames. The next day he stood before the Romefeller foundation and defended his ideals. It ended, as he knew it would, with himself under house arrest and barred from the temptation of his little warrior. It was for the best, for both of them, and Trieze could not see himself ending it any other way. It might be cowardice, but at least he could hold true to some of his principles.