Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sinner ❯ Sinner ( Chapter 1 )

Sinner

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Sad, but a fact. I don't get paid for writing. Sad, but a fact, too.

Warnings: Lemon. Hot, sexy, lemon. Deathfic.

Pairing: TriezexDuo mostly, in the end Wufei/Duo

PWP and TWT

I have a plotbunny. And IT is not afraid to use me.

Thanks to Tazzy for the beta job. And for pushing me to finish this story.

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"There is a saying that in the moment of your death your whole life flashes in front of your eyes. I don't know whether it applies to everyone, but I'm still waiting to see something, anything.

You see, currently I'm fighting against Chang Wufei, that fierce Gundam Pilot and I know that I won't survive this fight. He is fighting to win and I just want to end this war. I do know that one of his coming attacks is going to be the last because I don't intend to dodge it.

Maybe I should start to pray, to beg for forgiveness for my sins. There is so much I should feel sorry for. So many deaths, destruction, sorrow and pain caused in my name, under my command. And then there is this, what I call my greatest sin.

You are curious? You want to know what someone like me would call his greatest sin, his biggest failure, weakness? Fine, I tell you. I don't have anything else to do while waiting for my opponent to blow me to kingdom come and finish this farce.

It doesn't matter when it happened. Let's just say it was some time ago, though to me it feels like yesterday.

I was informed that a gundam pilot had been captured and hoped for it to be my fierce dragon. I had been deeply impressed by his performance with the sword and desperately hoped for a revanche. That might explain why I left earth in such a hurry that I didn't inform anyone of my leaving.

Upon arriving at the base I learned that the captive pilot wasn't Chang but someone else. The way the captain described the boy he had to be as young and stubborn as my Chinese opponent. And that got me wondering. Were they all that young? I wanted some answers and though I doubted that I would get them, I ordered the captain to get me to the boy's cell.

It was a slight shock, our first and last meeting. When the door opened it revealed a dark cell, with no light, no furniture, just bare, cold walls. Slumped against the wall opposite the door was the body of the young pilot. He was dressed all in black I noticed and when he lifted his head I could see something resembling a priest-collar. A long braid lay over his chest and when he opened his eyes he looked at me with such an innocent curiosity.

Though the innocents left his _expression very fast and was replaced by a sarcastic grin that had a hint of insanity in it. And then he opened his mouth and started to speak. He demanded to know what this meant. Why we dared to interrupt his beauty-sleep. After all, he didn't wanted to appear with bags under his eyes at his own execution. I was stunned to say the least.

The captain wasn't and stepped beside me with raised fists. I stopped him and I could tell that he wasn't happy about that. But I was impressed by the boy's bravery. He had to know that his situation was helpless and still he was joking around. I wanted to talk to that boy.

Therefore I sent the captain away, demanding to switch on the light in that cell and that the surveillance equipment was shut of. I didn't needed witnesses, I told him. I don't know what the captain was thinking but he didn't protest about my request. But the leer on his face gave a pretty good hint about his thoughts. And I had no doubt that the young pilot was thinking among the same line.

The moment the door closed behind the captain the black clad figure in-front of me rose into a crouch ready to defend himself.

Yes, that is a chuckle you just heard. I just noticed the paradox of the situation. Oh, I'm sorry. You can't know what is so ironic. I continue and then you will know.

I had a hard time to convince the boy that I had anything in mind but getting some answers to my questions and that his virtue would remain untouched. Finally he seemed to believe me and slouched down, sitting more or less comfortable against the wall.

We talked. I can't recall about what he talked but I know that at some point the boy suddenly burst out with a question and left me bewildered for a moment. He wanted to know if I would grant him this "last-wish-of-a-death-candidate-thing". At that moment I didn't had the heart to tell him that it was more a "wish-for-the-last-meal-thing". Instead I told him I would do my utmost to make it possible.

To my astonishment he didn't tell me at once. Instead he blushed deeply when I asked him about his wish. I was limited to guessing but he denied the wish for a priest, a more comfortable cell, a fancy last meal. Even my suggestion he wanted for me to let him go was answered with a dismissive snort. When I asked him if I should inform someone, maybe his parents he eyes showed an amount of longing that I hadn't seen before in anyone. But he dismissed that with a wave of his hand and the information that he didn't know them and didn't care for them as well. Taken aback by that statement I was at a loss for words and silently swore to myself to find this boys parents even it would be the last thing I would do.

And before you ask, yes, I know who the boys parents were. And that there still is one family member alive. Don't worry, I tell you. Later, much much later.

But back to my little story. The boy remained silent and I remained silent. I notice that he had started to fiddle with his braid. The moment he noticed that I had noticed he dropped it embarrassed. Whatever his wish was, it had to be very personal. I sat down on the cold tiles of his cell somehow convinced it would make it easier for him to speak to me when we were on an equal level.

Don't get me wrong. I never forgot that I was in a cell with a deathly terrorist. I was absolutely aware that this small boy may have killed as much people as I had, if not more. And I didn't forget that he would do everything to break free. Even if that meant that he would have to kill me. But my position seemed to encourage him to finally admit what his last wish was.

And that came as a shock to me. I consider myself to be very much collected under all circumstance. Aloofness had been drilled into me until my early childhood. I lived under the impression that nothing could make me loose my composer. But this boy proved me wrong. And I have to admit that I must have look rather silly. The boy giggled.

No, I should stop thinking about him as the boy or the pilot. After all I know both his names. The one he gave himself and his real name.

So, Duo giggled. And yes, I was gaping like a carp. But what would you have done when a 15 year old boy who is waiting for his execution is telling you his last wish is to loose his virginity and that he wants you to take it because he trust you to not hurt him too much in the process. See, now you are gapping as well.

To say I was at a loss for words is an understatement. I had absolutely no idea what to say. I was frozen. Then Duo sighed crestfallen and shrugged defeated. He would have to prepare to defend himself against the guards then for he didn't wanted them to be his first experience. And then he smirked and continued: Because that would haunt him until his death. Somehow that statement awoke me from my stupor.

I remembered the leer on the captains face and knew that Duo was right. And I knew that I couldn't allow that to happen. It wasn't right. But to bed him myself? Even if it was his own wish? That left a bad taste in my mouth and I told myself to think about that later. For now I had to get him out of this cell somewhere safer.

Did you notice the irony now? He was prepared to fight me, afraid I would rape him and then he offered himself, his body, his virginity on a silver plate.

We ended up in my private rooms. I made sure that the surveillance equipment was shut off there as well.

Duo was amazed about the accommodations of my sanctuary. And yes, before you ask, I had a similar accommodation at every bigger base. I like to live comfortable. And Duo wasn't too averse to taking advantage of that I assure you. After pointing him to the bathroom he vanished into it at lighting speed, mumbling something about imminent explosion of his bladder and lack of facilities in Ozzies-cells.

It left me some time to think about my situation. I had promised him to get him his last wish if it was in my power to grant it. And it was. Should I back out on my word now that I knew what it was? And why shouldn't I grant his wish? He was a child, a minor. One could consider me being paedophilic if I gave in. It isn't right to have sex with a child, is it? It is a sin, isn't it? Or was it only considered a sin when you enjoyed it? Or make your victim enjoy it? Was I really appalled about his wish or was I just appalled about my own dirty mind?

Because, you see. The boy, no, Duo, is beautiful. You had to be blind to not want him. I could see myself touching him, kissing him, stroking him. And I wanted to see him arch into my touch, I wanted to feel his lips and I wanted to hear him moan in pleasure.

When he didn't emerge from the bathroom minutes later I got curious and followed him. Seeing him standing in front of the shower gnawing on his lips made me smile. I told him to help himself. And, coming to a resolution, I offered to assist him. Yes, I admitted to myself, I would take his virginity away. I wanted to be his first lover. Because I would be his last lover. And I wanted it to make it worth for him.

Duo simply nodded and started to undress. Which I stopped by gently grabbing his hands and telling him to relax. His eyes widened and he swallowed heavily. And he flinched when I lifted my fingers to open his collar. But he had himself under control very fast. He even joked about never having had a servant before and having wondered about what it must be like to have servants.

He babbled some more, obviously trying to fight his nervousness. I let him and concentrated on getting him undressed. When I came upon the first patch of pale skin I brushed my lips over it slightly. Duo stopped talking and looked at me somehow unbelieving. I lifted my lips to his slender neck and kissed that small patch of skin right bellow his ear. He blinked rapidly and I noticed that his breathing became faster. Again he had to swallow heavily. And I stopped.

He still had a choice I told him. He had the right to say stop when he felt uncomfortable. I wouldn't do anything he didn't wanted. I would only get so far as he gave me permission. But if I had his permission I would make this experience as pleasurable for him as possible. I didn't have to wait long for an answer.

I think you can guess what his answer was? A firm nod and a short understood. And thus I continued seducing him. And before you ask, yes, I have some experience. And none of my former lovers ever had reason to complain. You don't believe me? Well, ask Zechs. If he still is alive after this fight, that is.

I continued getting rid of his clothes. Slowly, sensual and as seducing as possible. His black jacket already being history I untucked his white turtleneck shirt. He lifted his arms when I pulled it over his head together with his undershirt. My fingers brushed over his back and I could feel the muscles quiver under my touch. I let my hands wander over his naked chest, over his sides, along his arms. He gasped surprised when I circled around his nipples with a finger and then closed his eyes. He stretched his body, arching slightly into my touch. When he titled his head back, eyes closed I dared to close my lips around one hard nub and suckled on it. My hand wandered to his back again, holding him against me. Gods, he tasted good.

I resumed my ministration with the other hard bud and was rewarded with a throaty moan. He was swaying faintly in my grasp and I couldn't help feeling rather pleased with myself. I covered his chest with tiny kisses while my hands busied themselves with exploring his skin. I only stopped when his breathing pattern became to rapid. After all, I still had to continue undressing him.

With somewhat dazed eyes he watched me unfastening his belt and opening the fly. He didn't react when I hooked my fingers under the waistband and slowly started to lower his trouser. My fingers wandered up and down his now bare legs. His shoes had to go and I carefully urged him to lift one leg. He steadied himself with one hand on my shoulder and dutifully lifted first one and then the other foot. One after the other his shoes came of and I stripped him of his trousers as well. Only his boxers were left and I didn't touch them.

I looked at him, really looked at him and told him how beautiful he was. He smiled shyly, dropped his head and mumbled something about boy's being handsome not beautiful. I didn't agree and insisted that he looked beautiful. And to underline my statement I kissed him on his mouth. I could feel his lips moving under my lips, could hear his surprised intake of breath, the tensing of his back-muscles. But slowly he relaxed and when my tongue brushed against his teeth he opened his mouth and let me in.

What a delicious feeling that was. Too imagine I was the first and would be the only one to explore that warm wet cavern. It had to be a sin. My arms tightened their hold without me noticing it at once. Only when he started to struggle against my hold I became aware of it and let him go. He was panting for air, lips red and wet, eyes wide with wonder and a faint blush colouring his cheeks. Beautiful, I couldn't think of any other word. Only beautiful.

My eyes roamed over his body and lingered at the bulge in front of his boxers. He was aroused, no doubt about that. And he didn't seem to have noticed until now. It was amusing to watch how the faint blush turned into a full-body-flush. Obviously he hadn't expected this to happen. But now his boxers had to go as well. I wanted to see him in all his naked glory, needed to see him aroused and wanting, assure myself that he wasn't afraid, that I wasn't forcing him.

I slipped the thin material down his slender legs and leaned back to have a better look. There was hardly any hair on his body. Only at the base of his half hard arousal a soft fluff of tiny golden brown curls challenged my fingers to convince themselves that they were as silky as they looked. But before I could touch them Duo step aside and entered the shower stall. Obviously I was a little too forward for his liking.

He turned his back to me and fumbled with the installation to get the water running. I rose and got rid of my clothes as fast as possible but I put on a bathrobe. I didn't intended on having sex with him in the shower, but I wouldn't let the opportunity pass to pamper that slender body either. My fingers itched to lather that soft, pale skin, pinch those rosy buds, brush through these silky looking curls, stroke his slowly growing arousal to complete hardness.

I took a deep breath to regain my composer. Wouldn't do me any good stepping into the shower panting like having run a mile. When I finally entered the stall I reached for the soap and a washcloth the same moment Duo wanted to take it. There was a short playful struggle but in the end he gave in with a relenting sigh.

It took some time to get him back into that state of relaxation he was in while I had kissed him. But nobody could resist the gently sensation of being washed too long with hot water streaming down your body in warm, gentle rivulets. I ran the washcloth over his body in a soothing manner, skimming over planes and valleys of pale skin. I didn't care that I had to kneel down to do so. When he closed his eyes and let his head tilt back it just conformed that he trusted me again.

I moved carefully, letting the washcloth copy what my hands had done before. Slow and deliberate I ran it over Duo's arms and back, up and down his legs, his chest. One hand at the small of his back, I dwelled on teasing his nipples for some time, savouring the soft moans his uttered. And I couldn't resist capturing his lips in another demanding but gentle kiss. My tongue didn't have to wait long before it was allowed back to explore that hot wet cavern.

The washcloth moved lower and then down again, each time lower than the last. Down his back, over the firm muscles of his butt and the backside of his legs. Then up again, rubbing over the inside of those slender legs, brushing just so slightly along the cleft of that firm buttocks. I don't remember how long it took but I wasn't surprised when he started to sway in the rhythm I provided.

It didn't escape me that he had reached a state of full-arousal, the hard evidence was poking in my stomach after all. I kissed him again, on the mouth, the chin, bent over to kiss his neck, lick at the spot just under his ear at the edge of his hairline. The distraction worked and he didn't seem to notice when I slid my fingers through the silken hair that curled around the base of his hardness.

Getting bolder I curled my fingers around his arousal. I moved my hand slowly up the shaft to the sensitive head, rubbing my thumb over the tip and then back down again. He defiantly noticed when I tightened my grip and let him trust into the tight channel I provided for him. Eyes wide with wonder and amazement he moaned and suddenly it was his lips on my mouth, kissing me like there would be no tomorrow.

I have never been one to turn down an opportunity and I certainly didn't let this past. My unoccupied, soapy hand moved to the small of his back, holding him, steadying him and then slipped lower. Cupping one of his well trimmed buttocks and massaging it slightly rewarded me with a throaty moan. Slipping one of my fingers into the moist cleft between those firm, round globes caused him to gasp for breath and his knees threatened to buckle under him.

I kept on running my finger up and down the crevice until he was frantically bucking his hips. This was the opportunity to brush against that tight pucker with the tip of my finger. Pumping his hips back he impaled himself on that digit and stopped moving at once. I didn't dare to move for some seconds.

He was a sight to behold. His face flushed with passion, violet eyes dazed with lust, lips swollen red from kissing, he gave the image of pure, unaltered sexuality.

Then I went on stroking his hard arousal gently. His head tilted back and his body took over. Rocking his hips back and forth between my hands he didn't last much longer. With a shuddering cry he came, his clenching muscles trapping my finger deep inside of him. I kept stroking the inner walls slightly while he spilled his seed over my other hand that was still pumping his slowly softening cock. When he collapsed against me, his breathing harsh and uneven, I carefully pulled my finger free.

Luckily I had insisted on a warm water tank the size of a gundam for my personal requirements. Thus there was enough left for me to clean Duo's unresponding body. He was nearly recovered the time I finished my task and just his long hair waited to be cleaned.

When I lifted the long braid to undo it he struggled against my hold. I let him go and watch curiously when he grabbed his braid to hold it protectively against him. It seemed obvious to me that he wanted to have his privacy while washing his hair. Though I couldn't understand that he, after what had happened in this shower, wouldn't let me see him with his hair unbound. Did he really considered washing his hair making him more vulnerable?

I respected his wish anyhow. After all, I did promise him I would do so. And it gave me time to change into a fresh and dry bathrobe and get one for him as well. And to order some food. I was hungry and I was certain that Duo hadn't had anything to eat until his capture. The night had hardly begun and he would need his strength for what I had planned.

You really think that my story would end now? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this was just the foreplay. I told you, I'm an experienced lover and I pride myself with having never ever let one of my lovers leave my chambers after one climax only. And he still was a virgin. Therefore I uncovered the bed invitingly, put some lube, condoms and a vibrator on the night stand and had the light dimmed around the bed.

When Duo emerged from the bathroom he sniffed the air like a bloodhound and then he rushed into the room with an loud outcry. I can still hear him screaming "Foooooood" in childish glee, can still see him nearly bouncing on his chair while I busied myself with serving him, still recall him eating with so much delight I had to wonder when really had been the last time he had eaten.

The boy didn't needed long until he slumped against the backrest of his chair, rubbing his tummy with both hands, wearing a satisfied sated smile on his face. Suddenly he seemed to become aware of my presence again and sat up straight on his chair with a sheepish grin. Fiddling nervously with the rope of his bathrobe he suddenly started to glance around the room and then froze at the sight of the sleeping area.

I guess the sight of my "supplies" had surprised him. In an attempt to sooth him I started explaining why I had put them on display but he interrupted me pretty soon. He told me that he believed in the concept of `Learning by doing'. I would have been perplexed if he hadn't avoided my eyes while talking and if his cheeks hadn't blushed deeply. Too cover his embarrassment he rose and sauntered over to the night stand, grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. And nearly dropped it when it started working. I couldn't help it, I snickered. His face was so comical, a mixture between surprise and shock.

He crunched his nose, turned the toy off and put it back on the night stand with all the dignity a nervous and embarrassed fifteen year old boy could put together. He looked at me over his should, took a deep breath and then slowly dropped his bathrobe. When it pooled around his feet he lifted his arms, tugged at the towel he had wrapped his hair in and let it drop next to the bed. The long half-dry tresses fell down over his body, covering and revealing him at the same time. He closed his eyes for a second, took another deep breath and then slowly climbed on the bed.

The texture of the soft bed linen seemed to fascinate him, he ran his hands over the covers over and over again. He stretched his nude body like a cat in a sunny spot, eager to bath in the warm golden light. Only he was eager to feel the soft material against every inch of skin, almost writhing in hedonistic pleasure on my bed. It was an arousing picture and I watched him rolling around on the bed very close. I wanted to remember this moment until my last day.

After a while he calmed down and lay still, sprawled on top of the crumpled covers with spread arms and legs. He looked so innocent, open and vulnerable but at the same time so enticing and alluring that it was hard to believe that he had never shared his body with someone else. Had never used his beautiful body to seduce someone. That he had never before me been touched with lust and desire. I could feel my stomach clench in pain and the feeling of dread, the ugly whisper in my mind that yelled `paedophilic' and `rapist' was suddenly back.

But as if he had sensed that I was about to call this of Duo suddenly stood in front of me, lube and vibrator in his hands. He looked at me shyly but hopeful. And when he whispered to show him what these where good for his small voice actually managed to drown out the yelling of my conscience. I took the items and ordered him back to bed and to lie down as comfortable as possible. I had a mission, the mission to grant him the most enjoyable night of his life.

Duo rushed back to the bed, jumped on it and bounced up and down due to the impact. He rolled around from back to front and front to back until he finally settled on his stomach. His head rested on his folded arms and he looked at me with curious but vigilant eyes. Before I joined him on the bed it put the vibrator back onto the night stand and dropped the lube next to him. I wanted to make him feel safe and at ease before we turned to the more serious activities.

Brushing his long tresses aside I noticed that they had already tangled. I could only imagine what this would look like after our activity. Unfortunately, those beautiful masses had to be tamed somehow. Thus I started, albeit clumsily, to braid it. The end result had Duo snickering, but he expressed his gratitude that I had been so thoughtful by kissing me directly on my mouth. Suprised at his own boldness he didn't let the kiss last too long and dropped back on the bed. Lying on his stomach he turned his face to grant me a shy smile.

I didn't needed more to be encouraged to start my seducing mission.

Rubbing my warm palms over his back, his buttocks and his legs I started with a gentle massage. Lightly kneading cramped muscles to loosen them and soothing the hurting area with kisses, it didn't take long for him to relax. Though I guess his full stomach had something to do with this as well.

I reached for the tube of lube and he lifted his head to watch me apply some of it on my fingers. He gulped audible and dropped his head back on his arms, hiding his face behind his hair. I called him softly by his name and when he didn't react I started explaining that I would use the lube for the same I had used the soap for in the shower. And I told him that he still had the right to say no and stop me. And that I would stop.

He lay unmoving, contemplating for a second, then turned his head to the side and simply nodded. But I still waited until he gave me a reassuring smile and told me that he trusted me. Hearing him say those words disburdened me a lot.

I started a running monologue about what I was doing and what I was going to do, though after a few sentences I felt like a teacher of a sex-education class. But it had a nice and very welcome side-effect on Duo.

When I told him that a well lubed finger would slip in and out of his body very easily he wriggled his butt a little. When I told him that I would take first one then two fingers to stretch him and that stretching was necessary to prepare the tight muscle-ring for something bigger a light body-blush started to spread over his back. And when I told him that I would use the vibrator on him to loosen those muscle even more I heard him stifle a lustful groan.

Was it the content of my talk or my voice that had aroused him so nicely? Whatever it was, if resulted in him scrambling up on all fours in a hurry, his nice bottom rising up perfectly in reach for my hands. A sneaky glance between his slightly spread knees confirmed me, that yes indeed, he had enjoyed my explanations and was deliciously aroused.

I have to admit that at this point I had become quite aroused myself and having him in this position directly in front of me didn't help matters either. Without further hesitation I spread the lube over my hand, slowly circled around his entrance for a second and then it pushed inside as far as possible.

Duo gave a startled yelp but that turned into a throaty moan the moment I started to pump my finger in and out of him. As before in the shower, his body accepted the intrusion without problem and soon he was rocking in the rhythm I alleged. But one finger wasn't enough to prepare him properly. And as regrettable it was, I pulled out and lubed another finger.

This time though I pushed them in at a more slower pace. His received them with a quite hiss, that turned into deep groans and panting as soon as I started the slow pumping again.

Curious about what noises else I could wrench from him I started to wriggle my fingers, searching for that special spot that would make him see stars. When he gave a startled scream and his arms buckled under him, I knew that I had found it. And as I more than liked this new position, that had his ass rising even higher, I rubbed over that spot again.

Oh the delicious sounds he made. Gasping, moaning, groaning, screaming for more, even though he couldn't know what that more he craved was. I considered for a second to grant him his second climax but decided against it and slowed down again. After all, what did I get that vibrator for!

He needed some time to regain his breath after I had removed my fingers and I used that time to prepare the vibrator. Turning to look at him I discovered that he had rolled over on his side and watched me intently. One of his hands had sneaked down to stroke his arousal slowly. I couldn't allow that, not right now. Grasping both his hands I put them above his head and told him to let them stay there. He scowled but obeyed and I rewarded him with a deep searing kiss.

Using the distraction in my favour I hooked one arm under a leg, lifted it slightly and brought the toy to his entrance. Pushing the tip inside wasn't as easy as with my fingers and he squirmed a little but finally his body opened up and let the head slip inside. And I switched the vibrator on.

The gently pulses had the desired affect on him, he relaxed more and I pushed further and deeper until the hilt. Then I started using the toy to its full advantage. Switching the pulse to irregular vibrations I pumped it in and out of his body equally irregular. Slow pulses and fast pumping, fast pulses and slow pumping or a mixture, it was impossible for him to predict what was coming.

One hand occupied with the vibrator my other hand was free to tease him. A little fondling of his wet cook, a gentle pinch of a hard nipple, a stroke along his neckline, brushing over his hair, he arched into each and every touch and mouthed his pleasure loudly. And the longer I teased him, toyed with him, the louder he got until I had him screaming again.

I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I simply had to take him now. I wanted to feel him climax with me buried deep inside him. I wanted to feel his muscles clench around him when I brought him to completion. Reaching for condom and lube I prepared myself in record time.

I stopped all motion then and switch the vibrator of to remove it slowly, not without letting it rub against his inside and brush against that sweet spot that left him panting helplessly for air. I had to let him gain his breath again, afraid that he would fall unconscious from lack of oxygen. And then I told him that I would take him, that he would loose his virginity now. And rolled him on his back, spreading his legs to position him perfectly for me to do so.

There was no fear in his eyes, no hesitation, only lust and he spread his legs even wider, lifted his knees and raised his hips. Has there ever been a sweet invitation? I doubt it. And I didn't asked twice.

Grasping his legs, I pulled them over my shoulders and pulled him even closer. My hardness brushed against his entrance and I steadied his hips with both hands, to hold him still. And then I pushed forward, penetrating him, slipping inside his tight, virgin ass. And I didn't stop until I couldn't push any deeper.

I looked at him for sings of discomfort or pain, but didn't found any. He lay beneath me like an offering for some god, arms still raised above his head, body glowing with lust and desire in his eyes. I started to move, slowly in the beginning but gaining speed the moment I could feel him loosening up more and more with each deep thrust of my body.

I wouldn't last long, of that I was certain. And I wanted to make him climax before me. Wanted him to know that it was me that brought him the pleasure. Stroking him with one hand, holding his hips with the other, his body started to rock along with the hard pace I had set. When I could fell him swelling in my hand even more, saw his back arching into a nearly unbelievable bow, when his hips slammed down with more force than ever before I knew that he close. And he didn't lasted any longer than two more strokes when his seed erupted from his hardness and he shouted his climax to the world.

His muscles clenched around me like I had assumed they would do. Holding me in a hard grip I had to stop all motion for a moment, afraid I would hurt us both if I continued. Only after he slumped back on the back, face and body covered with sweat, panting hard, I started moving again. I didn't last very long either after that. Slamming my hips faster and faster with a hungry need to be buried deeper and deeper inside him, I finally reached my own high, which left me shuddering with pleasure.

Both of us were panting for air and a delicious drowsiness spread through my limbs. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to gather him in my arms and go to sleep. But we both needed a shower. And the bed had to be remade. Urgently so.

I slipped out of him, limp and spend and he hardly winced at all. Maybe it was exhaustion that blocked any pain, for his eyes were already half closed and he blinked tiredly. But I was certain, that if I had hurt him at all, he would have let me known.

I left the bed on slightly unsteady legs, put my bathrobe on and ordered someone to remake the bed and get some food and drinks. At that moment I didn't care about what whoever was doing the task might think about me. On second thought, there might already be no one left on this station who didn't knew that I had taken Duo to my quarters.

There isn't that much more for me to account. I took Duo and myself to the bathroom and we spend some time washing each other. Some more kisses were shared but not more than that. When we returned the food was already waiting for us and the bed was clean and freshly made, waiting for us to fall asleep in just after finishing our food.

We slept for hours and when I woke up, Duo's slender body was cuddled against me. I can't tell you how much I wanted to take him away from this war and keep him save forever at that moment. But he wouldn't allow it, would he? Slowly I untangled myself, intend to not wake him and grant him some more minutes of undisturbed sleep.

What to do? I couldn't rescue him and I couldn't let him die either. Caught between a rock and a hard place. My only idea was so unbelievable that I couldn't believe I had it at all. But the beggar doesn't have a choice.

When Duo awoke an hour later, my hair brain plan was already in motion. And I couldn't extend my stay any longer. He was calm and composed and I envied him a little. It was one of my hardest tasks ever to bring that boy back into his cell and leave him there. And again I vowed to myself that I would find out who he was. And hopefully I would see him again to tell him in person.

I left the station in a hurry. And to my complete und utter relieve was notified not 10 minutes later that it had been attacked by two gundams and that the prisoner had escaped. I am not ashamed that I laughed like a lunatic at that news. Like a very happy lunatic. He was save and with people who would take care of him.

And here my story ends, as will soon my life. Wufei is raising his trident in a deathly arc and he will thrust it down just as deadly. And I will let him strike me. There is only one thing I regret, that I couldn't tell my sweet little Duo who he is in person. That I won't be there when he gets to know, for I left him a letter in the case that I would die. Will he hate me for what I have done? Even though he asked me too?

I see the flaming spikes of the trident coming closer. I will have to thank Wufei. Shortly before this fight I was informed that he and Duo have been seen together on more than one occasion. And rather intimately, too. Can I hope that he will take of my Duo in the future? Will love him even?

Though it is time to say good bye now. The hit against my Tallgeese shatters me to the bone and the flame lick through the metal, scorching my skin. It doesn't take long for the main power core to catch fire, too. Thank you Wufei, my eternal friends, I shout and whisper to myself, And take good care of Duo.

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Chang Wufei watched with tears in his eyes his enemies mecha blowing up and disapear in a cloud of flames. But he couldn't stay for long. There was someone still out here somewhere he had to find. And make certain that he was safe.

 

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Two weeks later, Duo Maxwell stared at a closed envelope in his hands. Lady Une had handed it to him on Treize behalf. Duo hold the letter carefully, afraid of the two edged sword it presented to him. He gave a startled yelp when a golden arms reached around his shoulders to tug at the letter. Glancing over his shoulder he scowled at Wufei. The Chinese pilot only smiled back unimpressed. And told him to open the letter. They had shared their secrets and nothing Kushrenade could have written in that letter would make him think less of him.

Taking a deep breath, Duo ripped the seal open and started reading.

 

 

Duo Maxwell,

It still seems strange that I can call you by that name considering what we share and what we have shared. If you are reading this, then I have died, hopefully as a gentleman in honourable combat. You must understand that I never wanted us to meet under the circumstances that we met under, but that brief meeting, I carried with me until my dying day.

At this point, you are probably wondering why I even bothered to write this letter, and it is for this reason only. You made me curious about your family when we met and I made it a mission of mine to find out all I could about you. And I must say, the results were quite astonishing. Brother.

Actually, half-brother, if you wish to get technical about it. You, Duo Maxwell, are my half-brother, Jules Madison. Apparently, our father had an eye for the ladies, and you were the unexpected product of a dalliance with his secretary whom he then sent away, not wanting it to get about that he had gotten his pretty and young secretary pregnant. I'm afraid Father was a bore and a poor excuse for a human at times.

I only wish that it wasn't my death that brought this news to you, but there it is. Duo Maxwell, Jules Madison, or Jules Kushrenada, whatever you choose to call yourself, you are an honourable young man and a worthy fighter, and I can say with all honesty that out of everyone I have ever faced, I am proud to consider you my brother.

With that, I hope you will accept the small apology that I left for you in my will. I know it will do nothing to bring those you lost back, and I don't want it seen as a spoils of war, for that is not how I intended it. It is simply a gift for one brother from another, to show you my respects for all that you have endured and lost, as well as a chance to make a fresh start.

Live a long and happy life.

Trieze Kushrenada.

p.s. If you wonder who gave Sally Po the entrance codes for the space station with the instruction to give them to one of your comrades, well, I remembered that once she had been an officer under my command. Before she choose to become a rebel. And luckily for all of us, she hadn't changed her private mail address.

 

Wufei held his beloved a long time in his arms, letting him cry for the man who had been his first lover and turned out to be his brother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

That's it. Open end, no sequel.