Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ You're My Obsession ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Hi everyone! This story is for Heero- Yuy- obsessed- girls who can pretend they are the main character in the story. Also, I just want you to know that I do not own *sob* Gundam *sob* Wing *bursts into tears*. If I did, I would be with Heero right now and nothing would keep us from being together short of the hand of God! *Calms down and sheepishly waves at staring crowds of people*

.Anywayz, I read a fic similar to this and to the girl who wrote it, I'm sorry if I stole some of your ideas, but I just had to recreate it! I mean no harm! In addition, people, please do not sue me, you will get nothing but my endless stream of chatter! E-mail me if you have any questions at Age8847@aol.com!

Moreover, remember, this is R, so if you are under age (not that I care) do not let your mum find out you are reading this. And if any of my family members or friends is reading this, you are just sick!. Well, it's like this. And on with the story!

This is dedicated to my cousin Erica, who can't believe that I can write something so horrific and explicit as this. Erica baby, this story is for you!

YOU'RE MY OBSESSION

By: Moonlightbabe

The rhythmic breathing coming from my parents room blended in with the other noises of the night. I smiled to myself as I crept silently down the stairs and out the house. It had become routine, sneaking out every night to see the only one I could ever love. I knew that if my parents found I was doing this, I would never see the light of day again. However, that didn't matter. All that mattered was him.

Once outside, I heaved a huge sigh of relief. I had made it, once again, unscathed. Looking up into the night sky, littered with stars each shining like a diamond, I closed my eyes. Images of him danced through my head. I thought about his lovely blue eyes, the seductive curve of his mouth…. A moan escaped my lips. I unconsciously reached for the pendant on my necklace and held it between my fingers. Take me to him.

"Back again, I see" a cold voice interrupted my thoughts. I opened my eyes to find myself in a large, spacious room. A fire had been started in the fireplace and in the middle of the room was a large, king-sized bed. Red, silk sheets.

"You knew I'd be coming back," I informed him, my voice cracking.

"Of course I did, but I wonder…." The person stepped from the shadows and into the light. Just the mere sight of him astounded me. He let my gaze travel from his tousled, spiky, brown hair to his muscular calves. Looking at me through his Prussian Blue eyes, he walked around me giving me the once-over look.

I chewed my lip as he stopped right in front of me, his face no further than a couple of inches from mine. "Why do you insist on coming back?" he questioned me.

"I love you" was the only thing I could say. He looked at me dispassionately and replied. "I can see that." He crossed his arms over his chest and then asked "Why do you feel for someone you know you can never have?" He leaned against one of the poles to the four-poster bed.

I could feel the anger building up inside of me. Everyday, when I came home, I thought of him. He was my world, the only one I knew I could ever have feelings for. I mourned because I could not be with him for the rest of my life. Just the thought of it wrenched my heart in two.

"It's because I love you! There I said it! Are you happy?" Tears were streaming down my face, but I continued. "Part of loving someone is knowing that you will never be happy unless they are by your side. Loving someone means that once you've been with them, you will never be the same again. I love you, Heero Yuy. And as much as it pains me to know I can never have you, I'm not willing to let you go. I would die for you, Heero! I love you!"

He looked utterly shocked by my outburst. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and then looked down at the floor. It was a moment before I realized that he was hovering over me. I felt his hand go under my chin and slowly tilt my head up until my eyes locked with his. "At least now I know why you continue to come back" he whispered in my ear softly. "I want you to know that I can never love you, but at least I can fuck you"

I whispered softly to him "Then fuck me good and hard."

"Harder than last time?" he asked me with a smirk.

"Much harder." My voice became husky as I felt his arms go around my waist.

"Your wish is my command." Before I knew what was happening, he had thrown me onto the bed. I turned to face him as he stood by the edge, his rippling muscles pulsating, as he untucked his green tank top from his shorts and slowly pulled it over his head. My breath became quick as I once again saw his beautiful body. Bodies entangled in sheets.

He saw me gazing at him and he smirked a little, before pulling his shorts off in one swift motion. He was not wearing any underwear. Once again, I was graced with the presence of his naked body standing before me. His tan skin, his firm muscles-I loved everything about him; from his messy hair to the small, shiny scars on his body. I now know the meaning of the phrase "The Perfect Soldier". That name suits him very well. He is perfect. Everything about him is perfect.

I licked my lips in anticipation, imagining the taste of his cock in my mouth. He lay on top of me, the entire length of his body covering mine. I could feel his cock grow hard and I stifled a groan.

He ran a finger down the side of my face, and I shivered from his touch. Satisfied, he quickly ripped off my shirt and threw it off the bed. I tried to hide my delight as I saw the look of amusement on his face when he realized I wasn't wearing a bra. What can I say? I didn't want anymore clothes than necessary keeping me away from him.

Recovering quickly from the little shock, he wasted no time and kissed me. It wasn't just a quick one either. His dry, chapped lips first brushed lightly against mine before pressing harder. His tongue touched my lips, waiting for entrance. I gladly obliged. Soon, his tongue was exploring my mouth, as it had done previously many nights before.

His right hand ran down the length of my body, and I shivered, longing for his touch. Using his tongue, he trailed down to my full breasts, encircling each one until they became like hard, taut peaks. I moaned happily.

Reaching down, I grabbed Heero's cock and slowly stroked it. He paused from his suckling for a moment, and I knew exactly what he was feeling. I felt his member grow hard and taut in my hand, and I started to rub it, first slowly and then faster and faster.

Heero moaned in ecstasy as I continued to pleasure him. His eyes were tightly shut and he bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out. Seeing this, I turned around on the bed so that my head was right next to his member. Heero threw his head back as the whole of my mouth encompassed him.

I ran my tongue around the full length of him, tasting the little drops of his sweet milk that had begun to form on the tip of his cock. He gripped the sheets tightly, almost yanking them off the bed. Little beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and I could sense he was about to come, just as he had during previous nights. Only this night was different. He was responding to my actions-he never had before tonight.

Heero knew he was about to come, and he whispered hoarsely "Stop…please…". Not hearing him, I began to run my fingers up and down his body very lightly, knowing that the slightest movement would drive him over the edge.

"STOP!" He yelled out, his voice cracking. Lifting my head up, I looked at him worriedly. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered as his eyes searched mine.

"Was I doing something wrong?" I asked. I hadn't accidentally bitten him, had I?

Heero shook his head. "No, I was great. A little too great." He smiled at me and had a look on his face that made me very afraid of what was going on in his mind. "But now you'll pay"

Without warning, Heero thrust his fingers into me. I cried out from pleasure. Seeing this, he pushed it in some more. My back arched as he started to go into my sensitive area. My breathing became quick and irregular.

When his thumb found my clit rubbing in circles matching his thrusting fingers, I began to shudder on the verge of breaking. Heero, not wanting me to come yet, pulled his wet fingers out and smirked when I cried out in protest. "Not yet" he said

I needed him in me! What was he doing? Looking at him viciously, I replied simply "Fine, then. I'll do it myself." My fingers started to travel down to my throbbing cunt when he grabbed them and stopped me.
"I said not yet. " he growled and brought my arm behind my head so that I could not try the same trick again. "You'll have your turn soon enough".

I looked at Heero and saw that he was staring at me with such intensity that I was startled. I continued to look at him , studying the contours of his face as he did the same with me. Finally he looked away and muttered. "Enough of this child's play" and thrust into me.

I screamed his name over and over again as his movements became faster. There was something different about the way he rode me. As he looked at me, I could tell that he saw me in a different light. Not just as a girl looking for a good time, but as a person…a person in love.

We climaxed together, my pelvic walls closing in around his cock. The orgasm was quick, but to me it seemed like it lasted forever. Panting, we lay in each other's arms until sleep finally came. I knew that I would never forget this night. As long as I had breathe in my body, tonight would never leave me-never….

I slowly awoke as the first ray of sun escaped through a crack in the window. Rolling over in the bed, I felt something warm next to me. Pulling back the covers, I saw none other than Heero next to me. It would be awhile before I would appear back at my own house.

Leaning on one side so I could get a better look at his sleeping form, I smiled slightly. Heero, whose features were normally hardened when he was awake, looked more like an innocent child when he slept.

Heero moved slightly in his sleep and a lock of hair fell into his gorgeous face. Any other day I would have been hesitant to touch him while he slept, for fear that he would wake and have a gun pointed in my face faster than a speeding bullet, but not today. Boldly, I reached over and brushed it aside.

I will admit, the feelings I have for this "perfect soldier" will never be aroused by anyone else. He taught me something very valuable-he taught me to love. And no matter what anyone says, I know that beneath his cold, hard shell there is a young boy filled with love. And I know that deep down, that love is for me…