Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Stupid Liability ❯ Stupid Liability ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Liei Yuy 
Duo goes to a club to blow off some steam. Heero follows him and has to deal with more than what he bargained for.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.08.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 900 | Status: Completed
Duo goes to a club to blow off some steam. Heero follows him and has to deal with more than what he bargained for.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.08.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 900 | Status: Completed
I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters/events that I may reference within this story.
Summary: Duo goes to a club to blow off some steam. Heero follows him and has to deal with more than what he bargained for.
Stupid Liability
That’s it…I’ve had it. I need a break. I can’t take it anymore. So I grabbed my pack and walked out the door as everyone stared. Maybe it was what I said to him, maybe it was the way I got so damned angry when I always laugh everything off, but whatever it was, I just don’t care.
Who does he think he is anyways….Oh I forgot. He’s Mr. Perfect Fucking Soldier Heero Yuy. That’s who he is, of course. I just don’t care anymore.
So what if what I did was stupid. I couldn’t help what I did, it was a natural instinct. One I’ve developed that none of the other pilots even want to hear the origin of. I saw the group of little kids and couldn’t help but try and protect them. I did it on L2 all the time because it just seemed like the right thing to do. No one else was bothering to look out for us street rats, so I did it.
Well guess what happened this time. As I moved to protect the group of kids I automatically put myself in danger. What did you expect was going to happen? Right in the line of fire. The next thing I knew there was a flash and Wing Zero standing in front of me. But Heero’s saving me wasn’t the end of it. He just couldn’t be happy that I told him thanks for saving my (as I’m sure he thinks meaningless) life.
We get home and he goes off. Who the hell does he think he is? He starts yelling about how I’m a liability and how I am not fit to pilot because of my stupid decisions.
What the fuck man!?! He does stupid shit like that all the time and no one yells at him for it; they practically expect it from him. And then he has the audacity to come in and yell at me for doing the same damned thing he does on a daily fucking basis.
I had all I could take. All the guys were just sitting there staring at the two of us and I didn’t give a flying fuck because my restraint was broken. I looked at him with the most serious face any of the guys have ever seen on me and said, “What the fuck does it matter to you what I do?! You don’t give a shit about me or any of the rest of the guys for that matter and we all know it. All you give a shit about is completing the mission. If I’m such a fucking liability then why did you save my ass in the first place? Excuse me for letting an old instinct kick in and trying to save that group of little kids. That’s all I did when I was a street rat on L2. I took care of the kids because no one else gave a fuck about them or me. Someone had to do it. I guess nothing has changed because you don’t give a fuck about me either. No surprise there. You need to get over your self Heero Yuy and realize that no one’s a fucking perfect soldier like you! We actually have feelings and care about shit, sometimes even other people!!”
With that all said I grabbed my pack and walked out the door slamming it upon exiting. Honestly I felt rather smug after my outburst. I have never seen any of those pilots look like that before. Quatre was sitting there with his knees tucked under his chin and his hands covering his wide open mouth with eyes big as saucers. Trowa actually looked scared. Wufei’s jaw was completely open and not during my entire outburst did he bother to notice and shut it. But despite my rage the only change in Mr. Perfect Fucking Heero Yuy’s face was a slight raising of the eyebrows.
Now here I am walking into town. I need the walk to try and help cool down. Two blocks into town I find what I’m looking for. If there’s one thing I’m good at that the rest of the pilots don’t know…it’s finding clubs. I can find one no matter what dilapidated shack Quatre puts us in for a safe house. I’m as good at finding clubs as I am about maintaining a reputation of not lying or running and hiding. Before I hit the club I stop into a convenience store to pick up a few things and change clothes.
The night club is just what I thought it would be…dark and smoke filled. I enter and head to a corner table. I’m still furious from earlier, so I know I’m going to have to cool down some before I can enjoy myself and actually get rid of the frustration. I haven’t been seated for longer than three minutes and I’ve already had several people come up and offer to buy me a drink or dance. I’m not in the mood yet. After about fifteen minutes, I flag down a waiter and order a bottle of whiskey. I’m seriously pissed tonight; hard alcohol is the only thing that’s going to loosen me up.
Wonderful…you’ll never guess who just arrived, Mr. Perfect Fucking Soldier. I can’t see him, but I can feel his presence. I can always feel his eyes on me no matter what I’m doing. He’s here and making a point not to be seen. I’m sure he thinks I’m not a good enough pilot to be able to detect his presence. Fuck him.
At that thought I break out my gift to me from the convenience store. This ought to throw him off. I open the box and pull one out. Yup, you got it…a cigarette. He had no clue I smoke because I’ve never personally come in smelling of smoke ever. And normally I don’t smoke, but he made me mad enough tonight I figured I deserved the extra joy. I don’t care what he thinks because I don’t give a fuck anymore.
I light the cig and take a deep, long drag. Take that Mr. Perfect Fucking Soldier! I can just hear him now going on about how it’s bad for my health and will hamper my performance and shorten my life. Fuck him. He doesn’t give a shit about me anyways.
After the first one I light a second and then a third. I’m working on getting up the nerve to go onto the dance floor. I’ve drank half my bottle of whiskey since I’ve been here, which is no longer than an hour maybe hour and a half tops.
There! I spot him. That was my other determination. I was not stepping out onto that dance floor until I knew just exactly where he was. He’s at the far end of the bar. It’s almost completely black where he’s sitting. No surprise there. He doesn’t notice that I’ve found his hiding spot. Now….I’m ready to dance.
A lively beat with a lot of bass comes on and I decide to step out to it. I walk through the people until I’m in the middle of the large crowd on the dance floor. I begin to sway back and for to the beat as I feel the sweat begin to bead on my back and neck.
I wonder what he’s thinking now. He’s had many firsts tonight. I’ve yelled at him for the first time. He’s seen me smoke for the first time. He’s seeing me dance for the first time. AND he’s seeing me dressed like this for the first time. The other thing I always manage to hide aside from my personal cigarette smoke is what I wear when I go to the clubs.
Tonight I’m in a personal favorite; it reflects my mood, full of anger. I have my usually knee high black boots on. Those and my cross are the only normal things that I maintained from my everyday attire. Other than that my outfit is rather bold. I’m in skin tight black leather pants that leave little to the imagination. There’s at least three inches between the waistband of the pants and my shirt. I have on a tight black tank top that’s underneath a silk blood red shirt. The long sleeves of the shirt flow out leaving me feeling loose and without boundaries. That’s how I want to feel tonight. My cross dangles on top of the shirt. My hair is pulled back in a pony tail instead of its usual braid. And my face is nothing like he’s ever seen. I have dark black coal outlining my eyes and blood red eye shadow on. I look sexy as hell and I know it. Why do you think all those people tried to jump me before I had even been in the club for five minutes?
I continue to sway to the beat and every now and then chance a glance at him. The first time I see him his eyes are wide. He’s obviously taken in my attire and is rather shocked. The next time I look at him he looks rather uncomfortable. Wonder why that is? Maybe it’s the way I keep swaying my hips to the beat. Or the way I keep touching myself everywhere in such a seductive fashion that would make even a straight man turn gay? Who cares….all I want to do is relax and release some tension. If he never makes a move toward me, then I’m never going to even let on that I know he’s here.
The song changes. It’s slower, but still have a fantastic rhythm. I begin a new swaying and close my eyes, lost in the music and my release of anger.
As I’m dancing I notice a change. I chance a glance at where Heero is sitting. What a surprise, he’s moving. Actually it is a surprise because he’s moving toward me. I figured he’d just leave once he’d found out where I had run off to and that I wasn’t doing anything stupid. I open my eyes to find him three feet in front of me in the middle of the crowd.
I continue to sway as I look him straight in the eyes. Then wordlessly I walk over to him. I don’t want to talk to him; it will just piss me off again. I stand inches in front of him and begin to sway again. After a bit I reach out and take his hands. I place them on my hips. He grips me tightly. It matches his tense stance and the tense look on his face. I put my hands on his shoulders and never once cease swaying to the music. His hands move with my hips. His eyes are locked there. He’s obviously never done this before and is oblivious to the fact it’s my pelvic region he’s staring at.
I just continue to dance, loving his painfully tight grip. It’s helping me release some of the tension that I’ve been trying to get rid of all night. I look at him again to actually see something in his eyes for the first time since I’ve known him, some emotion he‘s struggling with. I just continue to stare at his eyes and then he looks up.
Now I am able to recognize what that look is….desire. He’s starting to break a sweat now. I wonder if he realizes what it is exactly that he’s battling with. He was taught to be void of emotions, so I highly doubt he understands what’s going on, especially with his body right now. I put my forehead on his, never once breaking eye contact with him. He tenses further. I didn’t think that was possible. I’m going to have bruises for sure, but I don’t care. Finally I speak,
“Why did you come here?”
He latches onto the question, obviously seeking some sort of strong hold that will help him ignore his body. He answers me, “I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to do something stupid.”
“So I’m still stupid.” There’s that fucking word again. I’m no good, just a fucking liability. I take a deep breath and try not to start screaming at him again. I’ve finally gotten rid of some of the night’s earlier anger and don’t really desire to have it back. “If I’m still stupid, then tell me why you’re still here? You found me two hours ago and have sat at the bar and watched me the entire time. You know my location. You could have left.”
He raises his eyebrows obviously surprised to know that I have been aware of his presence for so long. He looks uncomfortable again. He’s searching for a response. I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t know the answer himself. Finally he opens his mouth, “I…I didn’t know what to do.”
He leaves his answer at that, affirming my earlier assumption. I can’t find anything else to say so I simply don’t. I just continue to sway to the beat.
He looks up as if to speak again. Instead he stares in my eyes for a long time. Then he opens his mouth again, “I didn’t know you felt how you do about me. Or rather, how you think I feel about you and the other pilots.”
I just look at him and raise one eyebrow. So he’s really going to bring up my outburst from earlier? I’m not too surprised. It’s obvious something is bothering him. I have to say something. He’s waiting for my response to continue. Basically awaiting permission to continue on the desired subject.
So I reply, “You can’t tell me it isn’t the truth. You don’t give a shit about us. About any of us, me especially. It’s written all over your face every time there’s a mission. It’s nothing new. I’m used to it by now.”
“But I do. I…I do care. That’s why I got so mad earlier. I couldn’t take you putting yourself in danger. I lost my restraint and shouldn’t have. After assessing what had happened I concluded I would have taken the same course of action that you did. Therefore, I had no right to yell at you for doing what was seemingly the correct course of action.”
Wow, that almost sounded like a confession. I can’t believe it. I think he even tried to tag an apology on the end. And let me tell you people, that’s as close as it will get. The man doesn’t know how to say the words “I’m sorry”. I have nothing to say to him about all of it, so I just continue to dance.
After a few minutes, he whispers something that I barely catch. “I care about you in a way that I don’t understand.”
No way…did he totally just say that?! I must have heard him wrong. There’s no way he’s about to tell me that he actually gives a shit about me. To make sure that it is just my hearing that’s gone out I ask him to repeat himself.
He looks up at me awkwardly obviously embarrassed at being caught and says again, “I care about you in a way that I don’t understand.”
At that point I can’t help it, I smile. He looks at me in an even more confused state, if possible. I reply, “I think I can help you with that,” as he just continues to stare at me with that confused look on his face.
A perfect song comes on to help me with my point. I close the few inches that have been between us since we started dancing. My arms tighten on his shoulders as his hands on my waist tighten into that death grip again.
I start to sway, brushing up against him as I do so. After a bit, he begins to venture out. I feel his hands move. One settles on the small of my back, pulling me closer. The other one has made it a bit further south and is now on my ass. I begin to grind into him more. I hear him moan and I look up. His eyes are closed so tight that it looks painful.
He looks good like that…pained by something that I’m doing to him. I move my lips to his neck and slowly begin to suck and nip. He falls into my ministrations and moans again. After putting in enough time to produce a very visible red whelp on the side of his neck, I decide it might be better if we find a place to take this further. I put my mouth close to his ear and say, “If you want this, then it might be best to go elsewhere.”
His eyes open. They are the most beautiful things I have ever seen, full of desire and lust. This is why I hate him. He’s so fucking perfect and there’s nothing he can do about it. He was trained to be this way. His grip on me tightens further and he simply nods.
I drag him to the bar and hail the bartender. After a few quick words and some credits, I’m given a key and pointed in the right direction. These bars always have private rooms for just such an occasion. I drag him down the hall and find the door on the right. After opening it, I switch the light so that everyone will know it’s occupied and close the door locking it behind me.
The room isn’t too bad. It’s dimly lit with a nice looking bed right in the middle.
And there he stands two feet in front of me just staring at me. I don’t make a move for him, as badly as I want to. He has to make the decision. He has to want me…stupid, liability me.
I lean against the door. I suppose it was something about my new posture that makes him move. He’s in front of me now searching my face for some sign of what to do next. I take hold of his hands and put them back on my hips, like when we were on the dance floor. He looks at me with the same desire and lust from earlier and I can’t take it anymore. I lean in and kiss him. His lips crash against mine. It’s obvious he’s never done this before, but he makes up for it with effort.
We finally pull apart due to the necessity of air. His hands have a death grip on my waist again. I kiss him again as I begin to let my hands roam. Down his neck, across his chest, over his back, to settle down on his waist. I begin kissing his neck as I move him towards the bed. He moves his head to give me better access and lets me take the lead.
When the back of his knees hit the bed he stops. He looks at me unsure again. I grab the front of his shirt and rip it open. Another surprised look crosses his face, didn’t appear that he was aware I was strong enough to do that. Another first for him tonight I suppose. As I lock lips with him again I push him down onto the bed.
Finally I feel his hands start to roam. From my shoulders, down my back, to my bruised waist, then to grab my ass. As he grabs my ass I grind into him making him gasp. He’s sweating again and so am I. He looks good this way though. Sweating and panting, obviously aroused and bothered all by the work of my hands, and I’ve just started.
His hands find the hem of my shirt as I’m working his chest over, sucking, kissing, licking, and nipping. I stop for a second to let him pull it over my head. I remove the tank top as well. It’s getting rather hot to be in so much clothing. I drop the tank top next to the shirt and take the cross of carefully to place with both of them.
He’s staring again, obviously taking a good look at me half naked. I’ve always been good about staying clothed around the other pilots. I prefer boys and have never truly known what the other pilots’ preferences were. Therefore, I did not want to unknowingly entice any of them.
He’s kissing me again, but this time he has ventured to my neck. I tilt my head back to give him better access as he sits up. I straddle his thighs and rub our erections together again making him moan. I like hearing him moan. Seems like the only sound I have ever enticed him to make.
I capture his mouth in another searing kiss as I begin to let my hands drift to the waistband of his spandex shorts. I pull his shorts off as I make a trail of kisses and nips down his chest close to but not reaching his erect member. He moans in protest as I get off the bed to divest myself of my leather pants and boots. He stares up at me taking me in taking me in my naked glory.
I crawl onto the bed with him and begin to kiss him again. As I trail a line of nips down his chest, I let my hand grab his member. He bucks up and gasps in surprise. I stoke him firmly a few times before moving back up to kiss him.
He looks divine. Eyes at half-mast, full of desire and lust, he’s covered in sweat and completely hard. And it’s all for me…the “stupid liability” as he has so deemed me. I smile a huge inward smile as I lean in and kiss him hard.
I leave him to regain his breathing only to retrieve the tube of lube I had stuck in my boot. I rejoin him on the bed to find that his breathing is still erratic and that he’s still completely hard.
I start kissing his neck again as I open the tube and apply some to my fingers. Somehow he manages to register the sound and opens his eyes and looks down at my hand. His eyes widen and a look of trepidation crosses his face. I put my face close to his and kiss his forehead saying, “I’m willing to take this as far as you are willing to go.”
He looks at me and responds in a lust filled tone, “I’ve never done this before, but I want to…with you.”
I look at him and let a small smile cross my face as I say, “You know that was always the problem. This was the tension that was between us and you were unable to realize it for what it is.”
He simply stared at me with those lust filled blue eyes not quite registering what I was trying to say. So I kissed him as I started to let my hand descend to his entrance. Slowly I slipped one finger in. He tensed immediately not ready for the intrusion. I continued to kiss him in an attempt to distract him. When he finally relaxed a little I began to move the finger in and out until I was able to insert a second, then a third. Eventually he began thrusting back onto my hand. When I decided he was loose enough I removed my fingers as he whimpered in protest.
I coated my erection with lube and positioned myself at his entrance. He looked up at me with nervous eyes and said, “It’s going to hurt right?” I smiled at him and replied, “Only if you piss me off again.” With that he relaxed some as he pulled me down into a kiss. I began to push into him right as the kiss became heated. He tensed.
“The more you relax the easier it will be,” I said as I stopped, giving him a moment to adjust before I entered further. After several minutes that seemed like forever, I was fully sheathed inside him. He was panting rapidly with a discomforted look on his face. I kissed his forehead as I waited for him to further adjust to my size and intrusion.
After a few more minutes he began to relax, so I slowly pulled out. I thrust back in. Out, in, out, in, until we built a steady rhythm. He had taken a hold on my arms and was beginning to push back onto me.
As the pace quickened I felt my control slipping, I began to pound into him harder and faster. I searched for the perfect angle. He screamed. I had found it. With abandon I pounded into him hitting his prostate with each thrust. He began moaning uncontrollably.
I could tell he was nearing completion, so I reached down between us and began stroking his erection. He screamed at the unexpected contact. I opened my eyes right before he was about to come to see him opening his eyes to stare at me. We came at the same time just like that, with our eyes staring deeply into the others. I collapsed exhausted on top of him.
We lay there like that for several minutes trying to regain our breath and strength. Finally, I pulled out of him and moved to lay by his side.
“All the tension…it was physical,” questioning obvious in his voice.
“Yeah,” was all I could say at the moment in response. My tension from early having been completely released thanks to the man who had actually caused it all.
“You know I do give a fuck about you, to put it in your words,” he said.
“Obviously,” I said with a smile as I turned my head to look at him. “Honestly, I was hoping you cared but never saw any evidence that leaned in that direction. I didn’t ever think you would understand what you were feeling, so I just tried my best to leave you alone. To come completely clean, I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
“I wish you hadn’t kept quiet,” was all he said in reply.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because it appears we could have been doing this for a long time if you hadn’t.”
I looked at him and smiled, all thoughts of earlier that night washed away in what had become the new memory for the night. How I managed to land Heero Yuy will be a mystery that no man will ever solve, especially after going off on him about how he didn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself. But needless to say, I’m more than happy with the final result.
Summary: Duo goes to a club to blow off some steam. Heero follows him and has to deal with more than what he bargained for.
Stupid Liability
That’s it…I’ve had it. I need a break. I can’t take it anymore. So I grabbed my pack and walked out the door as everyone stared. Maybe it was what I said to him, maybe it was the way I got so damned angry when I always laugh everything off, but whatever it was, I just don’t care.
Who does he think he is anyways….Oh I forgot. He’s Mr. Perfect Fucking Soldier Heero Yuy. That’s who he is, of course. I just don’t care anymore.
So what if what I did was stupid. I couldn’t help what I did, it was a natural instinct. One I’ve developed that none of the other pilots even want to hear the origin of. I saw the group of little kids and couldn’t help but try and protect them. I did it on L2 all the time because it just seemed like the right thing to do. No one else was bothering to look out for us street rats, so I did it.
Well guess what happened this time. As I moved to protect the group of kids I automatically put myself in danger. What did you expect was going to happen? Right in the line of fire. The next thing I knew there was a flash and Wing Zero standing in front of me. But Heero’s saving me wasn’t the end of it. He just couldn’t be happy that I told him thanks for saving my (as I’m sure he thinks meaningless) life.
We get home and he goes off. Who the hell does he think he is? He starts yelling about how I’m a liability and how I am not fit to pilot because of my stupid decisions.
What the fuck man!?! He does stupid shit like that all the time and no one yells at him for it; they practically expect it from him. And then he has the audacity to come in and yell at me for doing the same damned thing he does on a daily fucking basis.
I had all I could take. All the guys were just sitting there staring at the two of us and I didn’t give a flying fuck because my restraint was broken. I looked at him with the most serious face any of the guys have ever seen on me and said, “What the fuck does it matter to you what I do?! You don’t give a shit about me or any of the rest of the guys for that matter and we all know it. All you give a shit about is completing the mission. If I’m such a fucking liability then why did you save my ass in the first place? Excuse me for letting an old instinct kick in and trying to save that group of little kids. That’s all I did when I was a street rat on L2. I took care of the kids because no one else gave a fuck about them or me. Someone had to do it. I guess nothing has changed because you don’t give a fuck about me either. No surprise there. You need to get over your self Heero Yuy and realize that no one’s a fucking perfect soldier like you! We actually have feelings and care about shit, sometimes even other people!!”
With that all said I grabbed my pack and walked out the door slamming it upon exiting. Honestly I felt rather smug after my outburst. I have never seen any of those pilots look like that before. Quatre was sitting there with his knees tucked under his chin and his hands covering his wide open mouth with eyes big as saucers. Trowa actually looked scared. Wufei’s jaw was completely open and not during my entire outburst did he bother to notice and shut it. But despite my rage the only change in Mr. Perfect Fucking Heero Yuy’s face was a slight raising of the eyebrows.
Now here I am walking into town. I need the walk to try and help cool down. Two blocks into town I find what I’m looking for. If there’s one thing I’m good at that the rest of the pilots don’t know…it’s finding clubs. I can find one no matter what dilapidated shack Quatre puts us in for a safe house. I’m as good at finding clubs as I am about maintaining a reputation of not lying or running and hiding. Before I hit the club I stop into a convenience store to pick up a few things and change clothes.
The night club is just what I thought it would be…dark and smoke filled. I enter and head to a corner table. I’m still furious from earlier, so I know I’m going to have to cool down some before I can enjoy myself and actually get rid of the frustration. I haven’t been seated for longer than three minutes and I’ve already had several people come up and offer to buy me a drink or dance. I’m not in the mood yet. After about fifteen minutes, I flag down a waiter and order a bottle of whiskey. I’m seriously pissed tonight; hard alcohol is the only thing that’s going to loosen me up.
Wonderful…you’ll never guess who just arrived, Mr. Perfect Fucking Soldier. I can’t see him, but I can feel his presence. I can always feel his eyes on me no matter what I’m doing. He’s here and making a point not to be seen. I’m sure he thinks I’m not a good enough pilot to be able to detect his presence. Fuck him.
At that thought I break out my gift to me from the convenience store. This ought to throw him off. I open the box and pull one out. Yup, you got it…a cigarette. He had no clue I smoke because I’ve never personally come in smelling of smoke ever. And normally I don’t smoke, but he made me mad enough tonight I figured I deserved the extra joy. I don’t care what he thinks because I don’t give a fuck anymore.
I light the cig and take a deep, long drag. Take that Mr. Perfect Fucking Soldier! I can just hear him now going on about how it’s bad for my health and will hamper my performance and shorten my life. Fuck him. He doesn’t give a shit about me anyways.
After the first one I light a second and then a third. I’m working on getting up the nerve to go onto the dance floor. I’ve drank half my bottle of whiskey since I’ve been here, which is no longer than an hour maybe hour and a half tops.
There! I spot him. That was my other determination. I was not stepping out onto that dance floor until I knew just exactly where he was. He’s at the far end of the bar. It’s almost completely black where he’s sitting. No surprise there. He doesn’t notice that I’ve found his hiding spot. Now….I’m ready to dance.
A lively beat with a lot of bass comes on and I decide to step out to it. I walk through the people until I’m in the middle of the large crowd on the dance floor. I begin to sway back and for to the beat as I feel the sweat begin to bead on my back and neck.
I wonder what he’s thinking now. He’s had many firsts tonight. I’ve yelled at him for the first time. He’s seen me smoke for the first time. He’s seeing me dance for the first time. AND he’s seeing me dressed like this for the first time. The other thing I always manage to hide aside from my personal cigarette smoke is what I wear when I go to the clubs.
Tonight I’m in a personal favorite; it reflects my mood, full of anger. I have my usually knee high black boots on. Those and my cross are the only normal things that I maintained from my everyday attire. Other than that my outfit is rather bold. I’m in skin tight black leather pants that leave little to the imagination. There’s at least three inches between the waistband of the pants and my shirt. I have on a tight black tank top that’s underneath a silk blood red shirt. The long sleeves of the shirt flow out leaving me feeling loose and without boundaries. That’s how I want to feel tonight. My cross dangles on top of the shirt. My hair is pulled back in a pony tail instead of its usual braid. And my face is nothing like he’s ever seen. I have dark black coal outlining my eyes and blood red eye shadow on. I look sexy as hell and I know it. Why do you think all those people tried to jump me before I had even been in the club for five minutes?
I continue to sway to the beat and every now and then chance a glance at him. The first time I see him his eyes are wide. He’s obviously taken in my attire and is rather shocked. The next time I look at him he looks rather uncomfortable. Wonder why that is? Maybe it’s the way I keep swaying my hips to the beat. Or the way I keep touching myself everywhere in such a seductive fashion that would make even a straight man turn gay? Who cares….all I want to do is relax and release some tension. If he never makes a move toward me, then I’m never going to even let on that I know he’s here.
The song changes. It’s slower, but still have a fantastic rhythm. I begin a new swaying and close my eyes, lost in the music and my release of anger.
As I’m dancing I notice a change. I chance a glance at where Heero is sitting. What a surprise, he’s moving. Actually it is a surprise because he’s moving toward me. I figured he’d just leave once he’d found out where I had run off to and that I wasn’t doing anything stupid. I open my eyes to find him three feet in front of me in the middle of the crowd.
I continue to sway as I look him straight in the eyes. Then wordlessly I walk over to him. I don’t want to talk to him; it will just piss me off again. I stand inches in front of him and begin to sway again. After a bit I reach out and take his hands. I place them on my hips. He grips me tightly. It matches his tense stance and the tense look on his face. I put my hands on his shoulders and never once cease swaying to the music. His hands move with my hips. His eyes are locked there. He’s obviously never done this before and is oblivious to the fact it’s my pelvic region he’s staring at.
I just continue to dance, loving his painfully tight grip. It’s helping me release some of the tension that I’ve been trying to get rid of all night. I look at him again to actually see something in his eyes for the first time since I’ve known him, some emotion he‘s struggling with. I just continue to stare at his eyes and then he looks up.
Now I am able to recognize what that look is….desire. He’s starting to break a sweat now. I wonder if he realizes what it is exactly that he’s battling with. He was taught to be void of emotions, so I highly doubt he understands what’s going on, especially with his body right now. I put my forehead on his, never once breaking eye contact with him. He tenses further. I didn’t think that was possible. I’m going to have bruises for sure, but I don’t care. Finally I speak,
“Why did you come here?”
He latches onto the question, obviously seeking some sort of strong hold that will help him ignore his body. He answers me, “I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to do something stupid.”
“So I’m still stupid.” There’s that fucking word again. I’m no good, just a fucking liability. I take a deep breath and try not to start screaming at him again. I’ve finally gotten rid of some of the night’s earlier anger and don’t really desire to have it back. “If I’m still stupid, then tell me why you’re still here? You found me two hours ago and have sat at the bar and watched me the entire time. You know my location. You could have left.”
He raises his eyebrows obviously surprised to know that I have been aware of his presence for so long. He looks uncomfortable again. He’s searching for a response. I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t know the answer himself. Finally he opens his mouth, “I…I didn’t know what to do.”
He leaves his answer at that, affirming my earlier assumption. I can’t find anything else to say so I simply don’t. I just continue to sway to the beat.
He looks up as if to speak again. Instead he stares in my eyes for a long time. Then he opens his mouth again, “I didn’t know you felt how you do about me. Or rather, how you think I feel about you and the other pilots.”
I just look at him and raise one eyebrow. So he’s really going to bring up my outburst from earlier? I’m not too surprised. It’s obvious something is bothering him. I have to say something. He’s waiting for my response to continue. Basically awaiting permission to continue on the desired subject.
So I reply, “You can’t tell me it isn’t the truth. You don’t give a shit about us. About any of us, me especially. It’s written all over your face every time there’s a mission. It’s nothing new. I’m used to it by now.”
“But I do. I…I do care. That’s why I got so mad earlier. I couldn’t take you putting yourself in danger. I lost my restraint and shouldn’t have. After assessing what had happened I concluded I would have taken the same course of action that you did. Therefore, I had no right to yell at you for doing what was seemingly the correct course of action.”
Wow, that almost sounded like a confession. I can’t believe it. I think he even tried to tag an apology on the end. And let me tell you people, that’s as close as it will get. The man doesn’t know how to say the words “I’m sorry”. I have nothing to say to him about all of it, so I just continue to dance.
After a few minutes, he whispers something that I barely catch. “I care about you in a way that I don’t understand.”
No way…did he totally just say that?! I must have heard him wrong. There’s no way he’s about to tell me that he actually gives a shit about me. To make sure that it is just my hearing that’s gone out I ask him to repeat himself.
He looks up at me awkwardly obviously embarrassed at being caught and says again, “I care about you in a way that I don’t understand.”
At that point I can’t help it, I smile. He looks at me in an even more confused state, if possible. I reply, “I think I can help you with that,” as he just continues to stare at me with that confused look on his face.
A perfect song comes on to help me with my point. I close the few inches that have been between us since we started dancing. My arms tighten on his shoulders as his hands on my waist tighten into that death grip again.
I start to sway, brushing up against him as I do so. After a bit, he begins to venture out. I feel his hands move. One settles on the small of my back, pulling me closer. The other one has made it a bit further south and is now on my ass. I begin to grind into him more. I hear him moan and I look up. His eyes are closed so tight that it looks painful.
He looks good like that…pained by something that I’m doing to him. I move my lips to his neck and slowly begin to suck and nip. He falls into my ministrations and moans again. After putting in enough time to produce a very visible red whelp on the side of his neck, I decide it might be better if we find a place to take this further. I put my mouth close to his ear and say, “If you want this, then it might be best to go elsewhere.”
His eyes open. They are the most beautiful things I have ever seen, full of desire and lust. This is why I hate him. He’s so fucking perfect and there’s nothing he can do about it. He was trained to be this way. His grip on me tightens further and he simply nods.
I drag him to the bar and hail the bartender. After a few quick words and some credits, I’m given a key and pointed in the right direction. These bars always have private rooms for just such an occasion. I drag him down the hall and find the door on the right. After opening it, I switch the light so that everyone will know it’s occupied and close the door locking it behind me.
The room isn’t too bad. It’s dimly lit with a nice looking bed right in the middle.
And there he stands two feet in front of me just staring at me. I don’t make a move for him, as badly as I want to. He has to make the decision. He has to want me…stupid, liability me.
I lean against the door. I suppose it was something about my new posture that makes him move. He’s in front of me now searching my face for some sign of what to do next. I take hold of his hands and put them back on my hips, like when we were on the dance floor. He looks at me with the same desire and lust from earlier and I can’t take it anymore. I lean in and kiss him. His lips crash against mine. It’s obvious he’s never done this before, but he makes up for it with effort.
We finally pull apart due to the necessity of air. His hands have a death grip on my waist again. I kiss him again as I begin to let my hands roam. Down his neck, across his chest, over his back, to settle down on his waist. I begin kissing his neck as I move him towards the bed. He moves his head to give me better access and lets me take the lead.
When the back of his knees hit the bed he stops. He looks at me unsure again. I grab the front of his shirt and rip it open. Another surprised look crosses his face, didn’t appear that he was aware I was strong enough to do that. Another first for him tonight I suppose. As I lock lips with him again I push him down onto the bed.
Finally I feel his hands start to roam. From my shoulders, down my back, to my bruised waist, then to grab my ass. As he grabs my ass I grind into him making him gasp. He’s sweating again and so am I. He looks good this way though. Sweating and panting, obviously aroused and bothered all by the work of my hands, and I’ve just started.
His hands find the hem of my shirt as I’m working his chest over, sucking, kissing, licking, and nipping. I stop for a second to let him pull it over my head. I remove the tank top as well. It’s getting rather hot to be in so much clothing. I drop the tank top next to the shirt and take the cross of carefully to place with both of them.
He’s staring again, obviously taking a good look at me half naked. I’ve always been good about staying clothed around the other pilots. I prefer boys and have never truly known what the other pilots’ preferences were. Therefore, I did not want to unknowingly entice any of them.
He’s kissing me again, but this time he has ventured to my neck. I tilt my head back to give him better access as he sits up. I straddle his thighs and rub our erections together again making him moan. I like hearing him moan. Seems like the only sound I have ever enticed him to make.
I capture his mouth in another searing kiss as I begin to let my hands drift to the waistband of his spandex shorts. I pull his shorts off as I make a trail of kisses and nips down his chest close to but not reaching his erect member. He moans in protest as I get off the bed to divest myself of my leather pants and boots. He stares up at me taking me in taking me in my naked glory.
I crawl onto the bed with him and begin to kiss him again. As I trail a line of nips down his chest, I let my hand grab his member. He bucks up and gasps in surprise. I stoke him firmly a few times before moving back up to kiss him.
He looks divine. Eyes at half-mast, full of desire and lust, he’s covered in sweat and completely hard. And it’s all for me…the “stupid liability” as he has so deemed me. I smile a huge inward smile as I lean in and kiss him hard.
I leave him to regain his breathing only to retrieve the tube of lube I had stuck in my boot. I rejoin him on the bed to find that his breathing is still erratic and that he’s still completely hard.
I start kissing his neck again as I open the tube and apply some to my fingers. Somehow he manages to register the sound and opens his eyes and looks down at my hand. His eyes widen and a look of trepidation crosses his face. I put my face close to his and kiss his forehead saying, “I’m willing to take this as far as you are willing to go.”
He looks at me and responds in a lust filled tone, “I’ve never done this before, but I want to…with you.”
I look at him and let a small smile cross my face as I say, “You know that was always the problem. This was the tension that was between us and you were unable to realize it for what it is.”
He simply stared at me with those lust filled blue eyes not quite registering what I was trying to say. So I kissed him as I started to let my hand descend to his entrance. Slowly I slipped one finger in. He tensed immediately not ready for the intrusion. I continued to kiss him in an attempt to distract him. When he finally relaxed a little I began to move the finger in and out until I was able to insert a second, then a third. Eventually he began thrusting back onto my hand. When I decided he was loose enough I removed my fingers as he whimpered in protest.
I coated my erection with lube and positioned myself at his entrance. He looked up at me with nervous eyes and said, “It’s going to hurt right?” I smiled at him and replied, “Only if you piss me off again.” With that he relaxed some as he pulled me down into a kiss. I began to push into him right as the kiss became heated. He tensed.
“The more you relax the easier it will be,” I said as I stopped, giving him a moment to adjust before I entered further. After several minutes that seemed like forever, I was fully sheathed inside him. He was panting rapidly with a discomforted look on his face. I kissed his forehead as I waited for him to further adjust to my size and intrusion.
After a few more minutes he began to relax, so I slowly pulled out. I thrust back in. Out, in, out, in, until we built a steady rhythm. He had taken a hold on my arms and was beginning to push back onto me.
As the pace quickened I felt my control slipping, I began to pound into him harder and faster. I searched for the perfect angle. He screamed. I had found it. With abandon I pounded into him hitting his prostate with each thrust. He began moaning uncontrollably.
I could tell he was nearing completion, so I reached down between us and began stroking his erection. He screamed at the unexpected contact. I opened my eyes right before he was about to come to see him opening his eyes to stare at me. We came at the same time just like that, with our eyes staring deeply into the others. I collapsed exhausted on top of him.
We lay there like that for several minutes trying to regain our breath and strength. Finally, I pulled out of him and moved to lay by his side.
“All the tension…it was physical,” questioning obvious in his voice.
“Yeah,” was all I could say at the moment in response. My tension from early having been completely released thanks to the man who had actually caused it all.
“You know I do give a fuck about you, to put it in your words,” he said.
“Obviously,” I said with a smile as I turned my head to look at him. “Honestly, I was hoping you cared but never saw any evidence that leaned in that direction. I didn’t ever think you would understand what you were feeling, so I just tried my best to leave you alone. To come completely clean, I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
“I wish you hadn’t kept quiet,” was all he said in reply.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because it appears we could have been doing this for a long time if you hadn’t.”
I looked at him and smiled, all thoughts of earlier that night washed away in what had become the new memory for the night. How I managed to land Heero Yuy will be a mystery that no man will ever solve, especially after going off on him about how he didn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself. But needless to say, I’m more than happy with the final result.