Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Nothing ❯ Dark Chocolate Part 2 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Sancta 
And Nothing conquered him.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.07.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 193 | Status: Work In Progress
And Nothing conquered him.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.07.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 193 | Status: Work In Progress
Dark Chocolate Part 2
Rating: R
Pairing: Heero & Wufei
Summary: And Nothing conquered him.
Note: Un-beta'd for now so if you notice any mistakes then please point them out. I just
hope I accomplished what I set out to do. Italics = Flashback, Thank You for Reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.
"No. One. Will. Stop. Me."
He swallowed, feeling as if the air was heavy with tension. What the hell was Yui
saying? Since when...pain suddenly burst behind his eyelids, coursing down his spine
and spreading throughout his body. He leaned forward as Yui slowly made his way to
stand next to his chair. Rough fingertips slowly tucked in loose strands of his hair behind
his ear and grasped his chin; his chair turning with the momentum. He turned to grab at
the wrist in front of him, anything to focus on something else other then the pain and
how it blurs his vision. Where did it come from? It wasn't corresponding with any of the
injuries from the mission -
"What did you do?" He whispered peering up at Yui through the lashes of his eyes.
There was no response as Yui's eyes sparkled dangerously at him. It caused rage to
burn - rage that was as familiar and as old as his soul. He forced the numbed fingers of
his right hand to finally catch the wrist by his ear and after several seconds of gut
determination, the other took in fistfuls of Yui's shirt and dragged him closer. The
intention was to head butt him and maneuver past his body and out the door.
. . . . .
Yui's mouth swallowed his bottom lip, devoured the top and feasted on his tongue in the
matter of seconds. Complete and utter intoxication warred with the pain in his body and
did a victory dance on its grave when the sensation of his Adam's apple being nibbled
on registered in his mind. Teeth were biting at his neck, sucking viciously on his pulse
point. His fingers flexed, but his body couldn't produce any other functions. His lips
couldn't form a complete thought - and it didn't matter that the first were usually moans
or gasps of pleasure. He could feel the sweat pooling at the top of his forehead, his
breath shortening, the rage subsiding like a large lion that was recently fed. Words
echoed in his head but were soon drowned out by the sound of his own rushing blood.
Drugged. . .
Yui drugged him!
Darkness consumed him. Hands grabbed and lifted; cradle his body close to a warm
muscled chest. He was so hot it was unbearable. Cool air whistled in his face. Air that
smelled the way Yui tasted. It was ...
His world shifted, teetering on the brink of complete and total darkness; when had he
lost all control of his limbs? He needed to calculate the damage that was done. His body
was numbed except when touched by Yui, and when touched ... fire raced along his
nerves and ignited everything. There were definitely no proper motor
functions available. . . What kind of drug was this! How dare Yui do this to him!
Soft, cool leather kissed his cheek and hugged his body as he was placed softly within
its embrace. Yui followed him down, hands sweeping up the inside of his shirt, mouth
nibbling at his lips. His body tingled at every touch, like static rubbing against each
other. Hands drifted down from his chest and plunged underneath the waist band of his
sweats; gripped an erection he didn't even remember gaining and started to pump
furiously - fast, hard, deep strokes that stole his breath and conquered any salvaging
thought of escaping.
The fire, which hadn't really dimmed since it started, exploded and joined forces with the
pain. His hands reached out and could only hold onto the tense shoulders above him as
Yui unmercifully kept his rapid past. The darkness cheered as both pleasure and pain
thundered around in glee like little children with a bull horn. The orgasm had drained
any remaining air from his lungs, arched his back in ways it hadn't been used in since
the wars, and granted him oblivion with one haunting thought on his mind...
When?
. . . . .
Sticky, hot, sticky, hot? Why? Where? The moan was out of his lips before he could
register the sound traveling through his body. Muscles twitched but could produce no
movement. Was he tied down? Curses hot and ferocious rang through his mind. Take
stock, Formulate Plan, then make whoever it was regret the day they . . .
"You're awake sooner than I expected."
That voice, familiar . . . but whom? He barely stopped the growl from escaping his
throat, besides it burned. Everything felt like it was burned. Was he burned? There
wasn't a strong scent drifting about him. Was he burned and then moved? It didn't feel
that way . . . Still no movement from his body. Fine, get the target to talk, bring him
closer. He groaned, purposely loud and filled with pain. Why wouldn't his eyes open? Or
was it opened? Shit! Where was he last mission was he kidnapped? No response.
Take a deep breath in, relax, and listen!
Clicking.
Soft Rapid Clicking.
Familiar, but how, how was it familiar; another groan spilled from his lips, muscles
twitched nothing. He was on something soft, but it was hot, or was that his body, he
couldn't tell the difference. Fine then, concentrate on the voice deep, concerned,
familiar; water over gravel? Take another deep breath in. Familiar should be safe, but
nothing was ever safe. Listen! No more clicking but a hum, familiar hum... but why?
Concentrate damn it! Was that footsteps?
Fingers run smoothly across his cheek, digging deep into the back of his skull, almost
massaging... His hair was being pulled; his throat ached from swallowing down his fear
so quickly. Fire licked at his body, coursed through his veins; that familiar burn. He
trembled against all self-control, no more careful calculations, and no more sound
thought. The darkness was welcoming by now. The pain of failing was more potent then
whatever had been done to him so far. His was a gundam pilot. He is a high ranking
preventer officer . . .
A soft ticking sound could be heard briefly as his face was turned. Pain filled his left
temple; the pressure tunneling deeper than it should. His mouth fell open; the silent cry
escaping against his will. A tongue rough in its movements licked his bottom lip,
swallowed around it before moving deeper into his mouth. The taste was familiar, the
pain blinding in its intensity.
It was . . . bitter, dark...
They had snuck away from the crowd; a crowd he didn't think would be that big. He
guessed all those random people didn't need a real reason to celebrate even if it was
something as stupid like the birthday party of a former gundam pilot if there was free
liquor involved. None of that matter though. What mattered was the little girl standing in
front of him. Red curls that had grown down to her neck was piled high on top of her
head, held in place by his Christmas gift - a dragon clip made from emeralds and rubies.
Blue eyes sparkled in joy and mischief that was almost as warming as the small smile
on her face. He knew her better than he had known his wife. He cherished her for
helping him when no one else could. He would probably protect her above anyone else.
Yes, Mariemaia Alexandria Khushrenada had done something no one else had
managed to do since the death of his mother. She had conquered a permanent place in
his heart.
"Well, open it already" Her voice was exasperated as she held up the five by seven
black velvet box in her tiny hands.
He frowned; after all, he had to maintain his image ... "I said no gifts."
"And you actually believed I would listen?" She smirked, placing a hand on her
midnight-blue dressed hip; a feat forged through both of their sweat and patience, as
she re-learned how to walk. It was a proud moment, watching her take her first steps
out of that wretched wheel chair, that still managed to fill his heart with an ever
exclusive peace even to this day.
"No, I expected you to honor an agreement." He kept his voice curt, eyes sweeping
across the room they were standing in. Something felt off ever since he entered, and he
preferred to get her back to the safety of the crowded room before they were both
missed.
"Are you talking about the same agreement that you insist on breaking at any given
moment?" She snorted softly; her face turning up into an imperial mask of contempt.
"Open it before I disown you Chang."
His eye twitched, but he took the box from her hand, opening it. His brow rose in curious
shock. . .
"Dark Chocolate" She smirked in full glory. "Your favorite brand of Dark Chocolate I
might add." Though his expression was lacking, she knew, she knew with everything in
her tiny being that he was pleased, because she knew him. "Next time you should warn
me that something you ACTUALLY like will be that difficult to find though I suppose
being the intelligent soul that I am, it won't be too much of a hassle."
"Maia" he whispered softly while shaking his head. And with a grunt and roll of his eyes
he slowly picked up a brick and placed it in his mouth. The dark smooth bitter treat
caused pleasure to light up his eyes, if only for a brief moment.
"Happy Birthday Big Brother" she whispered back as she walked passed him and out of
the room, her hips swaying gently in the motions of adulthood that her teenage body
was speedily developing into.
He popped another brick into his mouth, eyes closing to enjoy the silent moment before
he had to head back out into that mess . . .
It was . . . bitter, dark... Dark Chocolate?
His Gift!
Eyes finally flickered open to see a dark Prussian gaze bearing down on him before the
darkness and fire pulled him completely under once more.
Rating: R
Pairing: Heero & Wufei
Summary: And Nothing conquered him.
Note: Un-beta'd for now so if you notice any mistakes then please point them out. I just
hope I accomplished what I set out to do. Italics = Flashback, Thank You for Reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.
"No. One. Will. Stop. Me."
He swallowed, feeling as if the air was heavy with tension. What the hell was Yui
saying? Since when...pain suddenly burst behind his eyelids, coursing down his spine
and spreading throughout his body. He leaned forward as Yui slowly made his way to
stand next to his chair. Rough fingertips slowly tucked in loose strands of his hair behind
his ear and grasped his chin; his chair turning with the momentum. He turned to grab at
the wrist in front of him, anything to focus on something else other then the pain and
how it blurs his vision. Where did it come from? It wasn't corresponding with any of the
injuries from the mission -
"What did you do?" He whispered peering up at Yui through the lashes of his eyes.
There was no response as Yui's eyes sparkled dangerously at him. It caused rage to
burn - rage that was as familiar and as old as his soul. He forced the numbed fingers of
his right hand to finally catch the wrist by his ear and after several seconds of gut
determination, the other took in fistfuls of Yui's shirt and dragged him closer. The
intention was to head butt him and maneuver past his body and out the door.
. . . . .
Yui's mouth swallowed his bottom lip, devoured the top and feasted on his tongue in the
matter of seconds. Complete and utter intoxication warred with the pain in his body and
did a victory dance on its grave when the sensation of his Adam's apple being nibbled
on registered in his mind. Teeth were biting at his neck, sucking viciously on his pulse
point. His fingers flexed, but his body couldn't produce any other functions. His lips
couldn't form a complete thought - and it didn't matter that the first were usually moans
or gasps of pleasure. He could feel the sweat pooling at the top of his forehead, his
breath shortening, the rage subsiding like a large lion that was recently fed. Words
echoed in his head but were soon drowned out by the sound of his own rushing blood.
Drugged. . .
Yui drugged him!
Darkness consumed him. Hands grabbed and lifted; cradle his body close to a warm
muscled chest. He was so hot it was unbearable. Cool air whistled in his face. Air that
smelled the way Yui tasted. It was ...
His world shifted, teetering on the brink of complete and total darkness; when had he
lost all control of his limbs? He needed to calculate the damage that was done. His body
was numbed except when touched by Yui, and when touched ... fire raced along his
nerves and ignited everything. There were definitely no proper motor
functions available. . . What kind of drug was this! How dare Yui do this to him!
Soft, cool leather kissed his cheek and hugged his body as he was placed softly within
its embrace. Yui followed him down, hands sweeping up the inside of his shirt, mouth
nibbling at his lips. His body tingled at every touch, like static rubbing against each
other. Hands drifted down from his chest and plunged underneath the waist band of his
sweats; gripped an erection he didn't even remember gaining and started to pump
furiously - fast, hard, deep strokes that stole his breath and conquered any salvaging
thought of escaping.
The fire, which hadn't really dimmed since it started, exploded and joined forces with the
pain. His hands reached out and could only hold onto the tense shoulders above him as
Yui unmercifully kept his rapid past. The darkness cheered as both pleasure and pain
thundered around in glee like little children with a bull horn. The orgasm had drained
any remaining air from his lungs, arched his back in ways it hadn't been used in since
the wars, and granted him oblivion with one haunting thought on his mind...
When?
. . . . .
Sticky, hot, sticky, hot? Why? Where? The moan was out of his lips before he could
register the sound traveling through his body. Muscles twitched but could produce no
movement. Was he tied down? Curses hot and ferocious rang through his mind. Take
stock, Formulate Plan, then make whoever it was regret the day they . . .
"You're awake sooner than I expected."
That voice, familiar . . . but whom? He barely stopped the growl from escaping his
throat, besides it burned. Everything felt like it was burned. Was he burned? There
wasn't a strong scent drifting about him. Was he burned and then moved? It didn't feel
that way . . . Still no movement from his body. Fine, get the target to talk, bring him
closer. He groaned, purposely loud and filled with pain. Why wouldn't his eyes open? Or
was it opened? Shit! Where was he last mission was he kidnapped? No response.
Take a deep breath in, relax, and listen!
Clicking.
Soft Rapid Clicking.
Familiar, but how, how was it familiar; another groan spilled from his lips, muscles
twitched nothing. He was on something soft, but it was hot, or was that his body, he
couldn't tell the difference. Fine then, concentrate on the voice deep, concerned,
familiar; water over gravel? Take another deep breath in. Familiar should be safe, but
nothing was ever safe. Listen! No more clicking but a hum, familiar hum... but why?
Concentrate damn it! Was that footsteps?
Fingers run smoothly across his cheek, digging deep into the back of his skull, almost
massaging... His hair was being pulled; his throat ached from swallowing down his fear
so quickly. Fire licked at his body, coursed through his veins; that familiar burn. He
trembled against all self-control, no more careful calculations, and no more sound
thought. The darkness was welcoming by now. The pain of failing was more potent then
whatever had been done to him so far. His was a gundam pilot. He is a high ranking
preventer officer . . .
A soft ticking sound could be heard briefly as his face was turned. Pain filled his left
temple; the pressure tunneling deeper than it should. His mouth fell open; the silent cry
escaping against his will. A tongue rough in its movements licked his bottom lip,
swallowed around it before moving deeper into his mouth. The taste was familiar, the
pain blinding in its intensity.
It was . . . bitter, dark...
They had snuck away from the crowd; a crowd he didn't think would be that big. He
guessed all those random people didn't need a real reason to celebrate even if it was
something as stupid like the birthday party of a former gundam pilot if there was free
liquor involved. None of that matter though. What mattered was the little girl standing in
front of him. Red curls that had grown down to her neck was piled high on top of her
head, held in place by his Christmas gift - a dragon clip made from emeralds and rubies.
Blue eyes sparkled in joy and mischief that was almost as warming as the small smile
on her face. He knew her better than he had known his wife. He cherished her for
helping him when no one else could. He would probably protect her above anyone else.
Yes, Mariemaia Alexandria Khushrenada had done something no one else had
managed to do since the death of his mother. She had conquered a permanent place in
his heart.
"Well, open it already" Her voice was exasperated as she held up the five by seven
black velvet box in her tiny hands.
He frowned; after all, he had to maintain his image ... "I said no gifts."
"And you actually believed I would listen?" She smirked, placing a hand on her
midnight-blue dressed hip; a feat forged through both of their sweat and patience, as
she re-learned how to walk. It was a proud moment, watching her take her first steps
out of that wretched wheel chair, that still managed to fill his heart with an ever
exclusive peace even to this day.
"No, I expected you to honor an agreement." He kept his voice curt, eyes sweeping
across the room they were standing in. Something felt off ever since he entered, and he
preferred to get her back to the safety of the crowded room before they were both
missed.
"Are you talking about the same agreement that you insist on breaking at any given
moment?" She snorted softly; her face turning up into an imperial mask of contempt.
"Open it before I disown you Chang."
His eye twitched, but he took the box from her hand, opening it. His brow rose in curious
shock. . .
"Dark Chocolate" She smirked in full glory. "Your favorite brand of Dark Chocolate I
might add." Though his expression was lacking, she knew, she knew with everything in
her tiny being that he was pleased, because she knew him. "Next time you should warn
me that something you ACTUALLY like will be that difficult to find though I suppose
being the intelligent soul that I am, it won't be too much of a hassle."
"Maia" he whispered softly while shaking his head. And with a grunt and roll of his eyes
he slowly picked up a brick and placed it in his mouth. The dark smooth bitter treat
caused pleasure to light up his eyes, if only for a brief moment.
"Happy Birthday Big Brother" she whispered back as she walked passed him and out of
the room, her hips swaying gently in the motions of adulthood that her teenage body
was speedily developing into.
He popped another brick into his mouth, eyes closing to enjoy the silent moment before
he had to head back out into that mess . . .
It was . . . bitter, dark... Dark Chocolate?
His Gift!
Eyes finally flickered open to see a dark Prussian gaze bearing down on him before the
darkness and fire pulled him completely under once more.