Mobile Suit Gundam Fan Fiction ❯ Enigmatic ❯ Enigmatic ( One-Shot )

Enigmatic

By Llewlyn

Pairing: George x Domon

Summary: PWP. Takes place in the Guiana Highlands during George's episode with the other French dude.

Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex and sex dreams

Author's Note: drool.

//His dark eyes are flaming with passion, passion that is mine alone. His body writhes with pleasure and anticipation that are because of me. His voice raises in release, a sweet song that is for my ears only. The burning heat of his skin, the searing fire of his heart belongs to me… as does the pleasure, heaven, found between his smooth, strong thighs. The soft whisper as he drifts away in sleep, wrapped tight in my arms, "I love you…" is the one thing I truly cherish… the one thing that is truly mine.//

And I wake. Just another dream, but a dream that comes all to often, leaving me aroused and writhing as I bring myself to release, imagining it's him doing so.

Him. He is a scoundrel, a rogue; he is uncouth and disrespectful. He is powerful, he's vengeful, he's temperamental, he's passionate. Such passion in his soul, there for anyone to see, to feel… passion I want to harness and make my own.

He's Domon Kasshu. Domon Kasshu, Gundam fighter for Neo-Japan, is the man I love. Yes. The man I, George D'Saunt, love.

//He arches up to meet me, legs wrapped around my waist. I press into his tight body, so sensitive to my touch, so responsive. He moans softly, eyes fluttering in passion as I pause, fully sheathed in him. Soon, he's pushing back onto me, wanting to be taken. I thrust into him, feeling as though encased in some hot material smoother than silk and softer than velvet… encased within him. We move together, reaching new heights with the pleasure and probing new depths in our souls, combining to one. He cries out and clutches at me as something inside him is struck. The sound he makes draws a smooth chuckle from my own throat as I raise his hips and push even deeper into his beautiful form…//

Damn. I've been woken by sounds of splashing nearby. I knew we shouldn't have camped by the water, Raymond and I. I groan softly and will my body to cease its excitement. It obeys somewhat and I pull on pants to slip out and down to the waters' edge to find the source of the noise.

Glistening in the moonlight, the water is smooth everywhere but one spot. In that spot, Domon Kasshu stands with that sword he now carries everywhere. Droplets of water shimmer on his tanned skin, sparkle in his ebony hair. My breath catches in my throat at the sight. Beautiful in daylight, in the soft, silver light of lady moon, Domon is a sight to steal my soul from me and keep it for his own.

"Who's there!" he cries suddenly, wheeling in the water to look straight at me, wielding the sword. He straightens when he sees its me. I didn't have time to hide; he took me by surprise. "Oh, it's you, George. I thought it might be Rain." He turned his back on me again, letting the sword fall to his side loosely.

With nary a thought to what I was doing, I step into the water. Quietly I move out to where he stands in the waist-deep water and stop beside him. I follow his gaze up to the waterfall. He startles me again when he says, "I can't beat it. I will never be worthy of being a Gundam fighter." His dark eyes turn to look at me, the defeat evident. "I will never avenge my parents if I can't learn to ha-" I press my lips to his, once, twice, tasting him, feeling him just the once. If I die tomorrow, I will have known this moment, and I will die happy.

What I don't expect is him responding, parting his lips, darting his tongue to shyly flicker over my own mouth. I instantly slip my arms around his waist and open up to him, canting my head to delve deep into the man's mouth with my own tongue. His arms move around my shoulders, fingers tangling in my long, reddish hair.

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I'm expecting him, but it is certainly a welcome surprise to see George D'Saunt standing on the shore. His pale skin is luminescent in the gentle moonlight, his foxy hair darkens to deep red, eyes from lavender to violet. "Oh, it's you, George. I thought it might be Rain." I look back up at the waterfall that keeps defeating me so I am forced to continue training. I hear him step into the cool water and move to me. I resist turning to watch the water soak through his already clinging pants; I resist the temptation to turn and drown in his gaze.

"I can't beat it. I will never be worthy of being a Gundam fighter." I give in and look at him, willing him to understand the defeat I'm feeling. "I will never avenge my parents if I can't learn to ha-" his lips are against mine. I can't deny the feelings this man and this man only brings out in me.

//I slowly sink onto him, shivering as his erect length fills me. I grip his strong arms for support, memorizing the soft curves of muscles beneath my fingers. I begin to rise and fall on his lap, moaning lowly as his length brushes against that spot deep inside my body. It is like velvet steel, pressed into me, a feeling so exquisite, it's something I will never know from another man…//

I taste his lips and deepen the kiss. My arms go around his shoulders moments after his are around my waist, and I lock my fingers in his silken, fiery hair. I moan softly and we slowly, unsteadily, move to the edge of the water. We break only momentarily for air then begin frantically kissing again. His hands slid down over my back, down past the waist of my pants. I gasp and arch into him, even as my own hands follow a similar path down to the front of his white slacks. Slowly, I begin to remove the barrier between our bodies as he does the same to me.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I ease his pants off, sliding them down slim, strong legs. My eye, trained to appreciate beauty, drinks in Domon's appearance. If I was an artist, this man would be my only subject. He is perfect. As my own pants fall, I ease us down to the ground, laying him gently onto his back. His arms stay around my back and he pulls me over him. His slender legs are spread, shaft standing proudly from a nest of black curls. I break away from his lips, trailing across his neck and throat down to his chest. My mouth fastens over one honey-toned nipple, suckling as though at the breast.

He arches passionately beneath me, and his arousal rubs against my own, making us both gasp at the much-needed friction. "Please…" he gasps. "George…" I love how he says my name… so different from that annoying little twit, Miss Marie Louise and all the others… the way passion darkens his tone, want clouds his vision.

"Do you want this, Domon?" I murmur, looking deep into his eyes. I know I want this, want this moment more than anything. He nods mutely, returning my gaze. I smile and swoop down to capture his lips again, greedily exploring his mouth. Breaking away momentarily, I say softly, "Without lubrication, it will hurt…

"Do it…" he answers quietly. Answer enough for me, and I put my fingers to his lips. Understanding, he sucks the digits, wetting them erotically. I moan softly, and he releases my fingers, gently taking them in his own hand and guiding them down to the place between his legs. I smile and kiss him again as I gently prepare him.

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I moan softly as his first finger enters me. It rasps a bit, saliva not being the most ideal lubrication, but anything he does is too perfect to complain. I arch against the intrusion, welcoming it and more. Slowly another and then another are added until he deems me ready for him. Heralded, most likely, by my own pleading sounds and needy pushes against the digits within my body.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I remove my probing fingers from Domon's body and position myself above him. His legs are spread wide, welcoming me into his temple. Slowly I push into him, past the still-tight ring of muscle guarding his passage. He gasps slightly in discomfort and I kiss him deeply to distract him from his pain. I move deeper into him, eyes fluttering as I sink into the heaven between his thighs and waited, fully seated.

He quickly begins moving against me, making small pleading sounds in his throat, wrapping his legs around my slender waist, trying to draw me in farther. I smile softly and oblige, beginning to thrust gently into him. I rapidly quicken the speed of my thrusts as he rocks back against me, eyes wide and wild with pleasure. He grasps almost painfully at my back as I brush the bundle of nerves at the base of his spine, making him cry out softly. The sound he makes is music to my ears and heart.

"I love you, Domon," becomes my mantra, repeating it over and over as I push endlessly into him. The thought comes to mind that though my dreams of taking Domon are wonderful in their own way, actually doing it surpasses them beyond belief. I chuckle softly as he cries out repeatedly, nails digging into my back. He's so beautifully passionate, passionately beautiful… I don't know how I survived without him before.

He lets out one final scream of ecstasy and releases himself onto our bodies. The clenching of his impossibly tight passage around me brings me with him, screaming his name. I loose my seed deep into his willing body, and collapse above him.

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I kiss his neck lovingly as he comes within me, then draw him down to lie beside me. I keep my legs around his waist to hold him inside me still, not willing to let him withdraw just yet. I don't want to wake and find that this was just a spectacular dream. "I love you," I whisper in his ear, breath riffling his sunset hair. I smile and nuzzle his neck. "Even if this is just a dream, I love you, George D'Saunt…"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"This isn't a dream… when you wake I'll still be here…" I answer him. "Sleep, Domon, sleep and awake to see that I'm still with you…" I kiss his forehead gently and he obediently closes his eyes. His breathing slows into the gentle rhythms of sleep, and I smile before joining him. We sleep until morning, when warm sunlight paints the inside of our eyelids and Rain's horrified scream at finding us together on the shore of the pond echoes around the clearing.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Schwarz Brüder stood on the bluff overlooking the pond and fighters. His hand was in his own pants and he moaned quietly as he brought himself off on the sight of George over Domon, both boys crying out in pleasure. "I may be enigmatic, but I'm still horny…" he muttered to himself as he vanished.

~Owari~

Schwarz: Nice one, Llew, make me a voyeur…

Llew: What?! At least you're in it!! *indignant*

Seiseishi: How come I'm not in it, huh sis?

Llew: Because I don't write shota-kon.

Seiseishi: *sweatdrops* Stop treating me like I'm a little kid!
Llew: I don't. A few more years then I'll give you lemons.

Seiseishi: *glares*

Llew: Don't push me, shrimp… You might be some mighty fighter, but I'm the one with the pen…

Chibodee: *snickers*

Llew: Watch it, mullet-boy, I could easily give you a Rain PWP…

Chibodee: *backs away slowly*

Rain: I resent that!
Llew: You shouldn't. I dislike you. I'm mean to those I dislike. But don't feel too bad, I dislike Relena more.

Rain: *is mollified* I still shouldn't have had to see them like that, all naked… and sweaty… and naked… *starry eyes*

Llew: *sniggers* Sounds like you aren't complaining to me…

Argo: Be nice to Rain. *looks threatening*

Llew: You have a bomb strapped to your chest. You -don't- scare me.

Argo: *fumes*

Llew: Until next time, people! *Poofs away to watch taped episodes of G Gundam and Inuyasha*