Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Synopsis of Angels and Demons ❯ Sudden Tension ( Chapter 1 )

He wakes up in a bed softer then he can ever remember sleeping in. He reaches out in front of himself as if to grab a hold of something and pull it into his arms to hold and reassure that he will always be there. The delicate small of lavender permeates the room, and suddenly into the mucus membranes of his nostrils snapping him back to reality. As he forgets what, or whom he was reaching for. He looks down at himself noticing that his comfortably tight tank top is missing, as well as the jeans he was wearing at the time…what time? The memory is on the edge of his thoughts just out of his reach. What was it he was reaching for, his eyes drift across the room as he notices that there were not many personalized items. Although the room is not a hospital, it has the same sterile feel. He notices a small glossy photo set on the bed stand next to him.

A young woman stands near a boardwalk railing. A sea breeze blows her light purplish blue hair, as well as her skirt, which she seems unaware of as she looks back over her shoulder at the taker of the photograph. Her white cotton panties are partially revealed, and this photo is reminiscent of a picture that Heero had once seen of an actresses' dress being blown up by exhaust from a sidewalk vent. He cannot se the photo clearly, so he picks it up in his hands to study the face. A very young face, which he studies carefully, finding it attractive and yet as deadly serious as his self. He shifts his legs as he adjusts slightly to look at the photo, and for the first time in his life he feels the watery lightness of silk, gently caressing his skin. As he slowly lifts the photo, a tightening is felt in his groin, it felt as if vice has been twisted and tightened around his self-control. He inhales sharply, hissing at feeling of liquid like fabric gently rubbing over his stiffening tool.

Suddenly the door is ripped open by what seems to be a miniature tornado of a boy. The boy's facial features are plain, yet delicate to the point they seem like glossed porcelain; his eyes are an array of emotions, amongst them are apprehension. The boy's hair is dark brown that is lightly mused. His appearances of dress make himself out to be a perfectionist at heart, that which is a sharp contrast to his hair that is messy. The boy's body is lean like his own, but it has a stance that has an under tone of curiosity and pure innocence that penetrates even his cold heart. The boy looks at the picture in Heero's hands, whipping around wildly he grabs the picture and make a mad dash for the door seeming in hopes to escape what seems to be enemy territory.

Shinji closes the door behind him, while closing his eyes, slowly leaning against the nearby wall, his heart flutters as he clutches the picture to his heart. He suddenly becomes aware of his bladder. In the midst of his need he rushes into the bathroom at his right, unaware of the steam gathering around him he slowly open up his fly, the metallic Ziiipp sound is heard, as he reaches inside of his pants to pull out his trouser snake. The occupant of the bathroom hears this and turns around alarmed at the intrusion. Rei is sitting on a short stool, her skin moist from the steam of her recent shower. Soap suds clinging to her pale skin. As she turns to look in surprise, her back curves gracefully as her head turns back, her succulent meaty asscheeks pressed against the stool. Her perky breasts sway slightly with momentum, her perfect nipples turned up at a forty-five degree angle. She quickly pulls her towel up to conceal these magnificent mammarys. A shocked and feminine gasp escapes her pale pink lips.

Shinji stutters "I…I just need … to … pee. I did … didn't know you were in here." She bolts up and rushes back into the shower, Shinji's eyes glued to her voluptuous ass. He lets out a long, comforting sigh, as a jet of piss spurts from the tip of his trouser snake, as he finally manages to free it from its confines. When the crisp sound of urine pouring into the toilet bowl stops, he swiftly stuffs himself back into his pants. He pulls down the lever to flush the toilet as he turns sharply towards the door, as he opens the door, and swiftly closes it behind him.

He rests leaning against the solid door behind him, his elbows lightly touching the door. His breath comes him sharply, as he is suddenly reminded of the image burning brightly in his mind. His pants suddenly also feel as if they are four sizes to small, as the course fabric of his boxers rub abrasively against. He remembers the delicious curve of her back, as well as the V-shape her intermingling asscheeks made when pressed against the stool. His mind suddenly went fluttering away along with his will and self control. He stumbles off towards his room, collapsing onto his bed; his hands swiftly try to rid him of his overtly tight black dress-pants. As the zipper comes undone, with a sigh of relief he gently pulls out his semi-stiff talliwhacker. He shudders lightly as he slides his fingers over the pulsing pink head of the penis. It droops slightly in his grasp as he gently rubs his hand over the tip, and the under-side of the pulsing organ he hold in his hand. The gentle caressing movement's he makes over his penis brings the wilting organ into a vibrant life held within his hands.

He can't help but toss his head back slightly from the light caresses he is making upon himself, his other hand that which is free struggles to find it's way towards the sample container of Vaseline petroleum jelly hidden beneath his pillow. He struggles with his control, as he literally has to peal his hand off of his stiffening cock. He pulls the lid off of the Vaseline, and dips three fingers into the jelly, coating his fingertips with a generous amount. He lightly places the cool, slippery gel; it slowly warmed up with his body heat, slowly yet surely it became a semi-liquid, which slid deliciously over his raging hard on; cooling yet enticing more heat from the sensitive flesh. He groans softly as his breath hitches with each firm but gentle stroke, a thin steady stream of a clear iridescent fluid pours out of the tip of his penis. This pre-cum aids in Shinji's effort to sooth his sudden tension by assisting in increasing Shinji's pace, which is rapidly growing.

His eyes suddenly glaze over, as his hands suddenly seem to grow a mind of their own, increasing the pressure, and the speed at which they are pumping his organ. For one moment his entire world is consumed by fire, light. Praise is to the glorious that burns through his veins. This delirious feeling take precedence over all others, slowly the feeling leaves him. Baring him to the seemingly harsh reality that Rei would never be his, to hold and guard. Shinji rolls over onto his side tears blurring his vision, as he slowly slips off into a painless sleep, tears silently running down his cheeks, even in his sleep it seems as if he is crying.

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~End Of Chapter 2~

Endnote: Stay tuned for Chapter 3 kiddehs!

Endnote #2: On Second though, if you're a kiddeh, you shouldn't be reading this. Bad kid . . . Bad Kid. You should be playing Grand Theft Auto 3 like a good kid.

Endnote #3: I thank my Beta readers for their jobs well done. Whom are know As

Tenthy A.K.A Imply

Dezz-luvver

And Yunie the Mad Pup.

My muses are abusive. Save me.

I thank the Muses Also . . .

My Dear Friend Oni Arashi whose nick name is "Oni I have no real name Arashi."

And my evil birddeh known as Wing The Cockatiel who gave me the ideas … "Caldecott!" And "Flutters"

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