Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Theories of Revolution and Affairs of the Heart ❯ Blackmail Material ( Chapter 5 )

Une pushed a button on her computer console, and controlled her flinch at the loud beeping and whirring that followed. "I've never liked that Zechs Marquise, and now he's finally given me an excuse to do something about it." She smiled slowly. "Never noticed that I had a camera installed in your room, huh, Zechs? Well, I did, and now I've caught you in the act... on video." She was about to play the video, but then stopped, stood up, and locked the door to her office, just in case. It wouldn't do to have someone walk in and see the video. Not yet.

Given what she'd walked in on, the video promised to be excellent blackmail material. Sure that she was alone, Une hit play, and leaned back in her chair to watch. Zechs' office appeared on the screen, and watching the opening minutes, Une couldn't control her cackle. "You knew who he was all along, Zechs. And I'm sure that Treize would just love to hear about it."

Her eyes widened. "So, Zechs took the initiative. Well, that's a surprise. And here I was, thinking he'd been seduced." She watched the video with a stern face, keeping her thoughts strictly to the video's blackmail potential. However, she didn't know how long she could keep it up.

While her mind might be concentrating on politics, her body was getting ideas of its own. It was telling her that the two young men on the screen were gorgeous, and watching their lust was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. Une sighed and crossed her legs, trying to ignore her reaction.

There was a loud knock at the door. "Lady Une?" a soldier's voice called.

Une jumped sky-high, flushing madly. "What is it?"

"We've captured a Gundam pilot, ma'am. Pilot 04."

Une took stock of herself, and realized that she couldn't go out and face anyone at the moment. Her flush was far too obvious. She didn't want to admit, even to herself, that the video was also far too intriguing to leave. "I'll be down shortly. I'm...in the middle of something."

"Yes, ma'am!" She waited until the footsteps faded, then turned her attention back to the video. And promptly pressed her legs together tightly, biting her lip. 'Blackmail material. This is only blackmail material.'

She couldn't keep herself from staring at both boys, but her eyes were mostly drawn to Zechs, being nearer to her age. Suddenly, she understood why Noin liked this man so much. 'You know it's for more than his looks,' her mind argued, but it was ignored. 'It's good blackmail material. You can shut it off now,' her practical self reminded her. It was also ignored.

Une's eyes ravished the scene displayed. She couldn't tear them away even if she'd really wanted to. When she realized she was subconsciously shifting restlessly in her seat, she forced herself to sit still, but it took an effort. And she realized that no matter what she told herself now, she wasn't watching for blackmail purposes.

One of her hands drifted between her legs. She tugged it back slightly, thinking of a million and seventeen reasons why it was wrong, but she couldn't keep her hand back. A few rubs relieved some of the tension, which was her intent. However, she couldn't bring herself to remove the hand again.

As the boys on the screen neared their climax, the tension grew. She found herself rubbing almost constantly. Much to her shock, pleasure ripped through her as the Pilot 02 reached his own climax on the screen. As Une came back to herself, she focused on her own flushed, outraged face on the screen, standing next to Noin. Embarrassment suddenly rushed through her, even though she knew that no one would ever know what she'd been doing.

Then she looked down, and realized that the material of her pants between her legs was soaked, and people *would* know what she'd been doing unless she changed her clothes. "Blackmail material," she muttered acidly as she stood up and walked to her closet.

~OWARI~