Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Fan Fiction ❯ The Seduction of Tieria Erde ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Saanrio 
Anime/Manga: Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.30.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 777 | Visits: 735 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.30.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 777 | Visits: 735 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam 00 or any of the characters therein. I am not making any profit from this work of fiction, nor do I intend to. To the best of my knowledge, Gundam 00 is owned by Sunrise, and all rights belong to them.
Tieria drifted up out of the hatch that allowed entrance to Veda and stretched slowly. Even though he'd been completely relaxed, sixteen hours in one position tended to cramp the muscles, and his were screaming. He'd wanted to keep going, since just a few more hours would see the completion of this phase of Ptolemy's preparations. The sooner it was done, the sooner they would be ready to start operations, and sooner was better in Tieria's mind. Sleep, however, was becoming a priority. He was tired, enough that his vision was becoming blurry - even with his glasses - and that was not acceptable. He needed to be in top form to complete the last of the calculations or mistakes could be made. Mistakes would likely lead to failure, which was one thing he could not live with. He took one last moment to stretch the stiff muscles in his back and then drifted out into the hallway, turning toward the cramped cabin that held his bed.
Lockon watched Tieria drift away, one slim, pale hand holding onto the handle that sped him along, and sighed, leaning back against the wall. He'd watched Tieria emerge, just about to tell him he was working too hard, and had been glad to see him taking a break. The arch his back made as he'd stretched had been perfect, pressing his thin chest against the fabric of his shirt, that horrible pink sweater light enough to outline the perfect lines of the muscles underneath. Tieria hadn't seem him watching from just down the hall where he'd stopped, so Lockon knew he had to be tired. Tieria was never that unobservant, he wouldn't find it acceptable in a Gundam Meister, even if it were the Ptolemy and no one could be here that shouldn't be. Tieria had been pushing himself harder than anyone else on board, seemingly anxious to get preparations completed. As the only person on board who was capable of opening a direct interface with Veda, he took on the majority of the work that involved anything held in Veda's system.
Lockon, like the rest of the crew didn't know much about Tieria at all, they just knew that Tieria was a harsh taskmaster. He was known to be highly critical of everyone and everything, but no one and nothing received more of that scrutiny than himself. If he expected near-perfection in others, he brooked nothing less in himself, and that included meeting goals that only he knew of. Lockon had been watching him since he'd become part of Celestial Being, especially since he had become a Meister, fascinated with the mysterious young man who revealed almost nothing about himself and drove himself to levels of exhaustion that most people never imagined, all without making any noticeable mistakes.
As he'd watched, the more intrigued he'd become. They were all quiet on the subjects of their pasts, all of them having things that were painful to discuss, happy to abide by the guidelines that insured that should the unthinkable happen and any of them be captured, they would be able to reveal minimal information should they break under questioning. Yet while others formed at least superficial friendships to break the loneliness of their lives, Tieria made it plain to everyone that he neither wanted nor needed anyone else. His disdain for the concept of friendship was an almost tangible thing, something Lockon had made it his personal mission to grab onto and break into pieces.
Lockon pushed off from the wall and drifted in the direction Tieria had gone, seeking the solitude of his own small cabin. He'd decided a while ago that Tieria was going to be his own personal mission, with a goal of making the stoic Meister admit that he was human, that he could and occasionally did make mistakes - that he needed other people and companionship just as much as the rest of them did. He set his hand against the wall to stop his momentum as he came abreast of Tieria's door. Pressing a kiss to the first two fingers of his right hand, he then rested them gently against the door before moving on. He was more than willing to admit that he needed companionship.
If pressed, he'd even admit that the companion he wanted was Tieria.
Tieria drifted up out of the hatch that allowed entrance to Veda and stretched slowly. Even though he'd been completely relaxed, sixteen hours in one position tended to cramp the muscles, and his were screaming. He'd wanted to keep going, since just a few more hours would see the completion of this phase of Ptolemy's preparations. The sooner it was done, the sooner they would be ready to start operations, and sooner was better in Tieria's mind. Sleep, however, was becoming a priority. He was tired, enough that his vision was becoming blurry - even with his glasses - and that was not acceptable. He needed to be in top form to complete the last of the calculations or mistakes could be made. Mistakes would likely lead to failure, which was one thing he could not live with. He took one last moment to stretch the stiff muscles in his back and then drifted out into the hallway, turning toward the cramped cabin that held his bed.
Lockon watched Tieria drift away, one slim, pale hand holding onto the handle that sped him along, and sighed, leaning back against the wall. He'd watched Tieria emerge, just about to tell him he was working too hard, and had been glad to see him taking a break. The arch his back made as he'd stretched had been perfect, pressing his thin chest against the fabric of his shirt, that horrible pink sweater light enough to outline the perfect lines of the muscles underneath. Tieria hadn't seem him watching from just down the hall where he'd stopped, so Lockon knew he had to be tired. Tieria was never that unobservant, he wouldn't find it acceptable in a Gundam Meister, even if it were the Ptolemy and no one could be here that shouldn't be. Tieria had been pushing himself harder than anyone else on board, seemingly anxious to get preparations completed. As the only person on board who was capable of opening a direct interface with Veda, he took on the majority of the work that involved anything held in Veda's system.
Lockon, like the rest of the crew didn't know much about Tieria at all, they just knew that Tieria was a harsh taskmaster. He was known to be highly critical of everyone and everything, but no one and nothing received more of that scrutiny than himself. If he expected near-perfection in others, he brooked nothing less in himself, and that included meeting goals that only he knew of. Lockon had been watching him since he'd become part of Celestial Being, especially since he had become a Meister, fascinated with the mysterious young man who revealed almost nothing about himself and drove himself to levels of exhaustion that most people never imagined, all without making any noticeable mistakes.
As he'd watched, the more intrigued he'd become. They were all quiet on the subjects of their pasts, all of them having things that were painful to discuss, happy to abide by the guidelines that insured that should the unthinkable happen and any of them be captured, they would be able to reveal minimal information should they break under questioning. Yet while others formed at least superficial friendships to break the loneliness of their lives, Tieria made it plain to everyone that he neither wanted nor needed anyone else. His disdain for the concept of friendship was an almost tangible thing, something Lockon had made it his personal mission to grab onto and break into pieces.
Lockon pushed off from the wall and drifted in the direction Tieria had gone, seeking the solitude of his own small cabin. He'd decided a while ago that Tieria was going to be his own personal mission, with a goal of making the stoic Meister admit that he was human, that he could and occasionally did make mistakes - that he needed other people and companionship just as much as the rest of them did. He set his hand against the wall to stop his momentum as he came abreast of Tieria's door. Pressing a kiss to the first two fingers of his right hand, he then rested them gently against the door before moving on. He was more than willing to admit that he needed companionship.
If pressed, he'd even admit that the companion he wanted was Tieria.