Vandread Fan Fiction ❯ Hurt ❯ One-Shot

WARNING: Kiddies not allowed. As if I can stop you anyway.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Vandread or any of its characters. This plot is a product of my imagination. Any similarities to other fan fictions are unintentional.

HURT

By bishounen lovah

"Uchuuji-san, what are we going to do," Dita whined with worry.

"Will you quit it!? I'm doing the best I can."

They were doing a routine patrol across the western quadrant of the galaxy when they ran across a sudden meteor shower and couldn't get out. The Vandread was anchored to one of the huge rocks in an attempt to go along with the rough ride and minimize damage. It was a good thing Parfet had installed a reliable magnetic shield just the day before but even the strong barrier would not hold if the Vandread fought its way out of the unexpected battle field.

"It's no good. I can't establish contact with Nirvana. The shower's magnetic field is disrupting our communication waves. We're on our own."

"Ne, Uchuuji-san? Are we going to die?"

"Don't be such a moron!" Hibiki knew as soon as the words got out that he had hurt Dita. She was suddenly too quiet and too still, and he could easily recognize the depressed slump of her head and shoulders. Stupid woman. Why does she have to be so sensitive?

And he was just as stupid for falling for her feminine wiles.

"Oi. Stop crying," he said as gently as he could. "We're not going to die. We survived Earth's invasion, remember? A meteor shower is nothing compared to that." Hibiki awkwardly patted the hand underneath his and was surprised when the woman suddenly turned sideways in his lap and threw her arms around his neck. He winced at the change of pressure in his groin. The ache was becoming too familiar and he had already deduced long ago that Dita was the cause of his frequent discomfort. He knew that the woman was going to be trouble the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Yes, he thought as he looked at her shiny, tear-filled eyes, I'm in deep trouble. He sighed as he squirmed to get a more comfortable position or, at least, a bit more room in his pants, but the action only made the situation worse. Dita's soft buttocks pressed harder on his groin. Speaking of hard…

It'll go away. I must ignore it. God, this is so embarrassing!

Hibiki forced himself to focus on the woman. If he thought about how annoying Dita was, maybe the bittersweet ache would go away. His gaze shifted from her eyes to her lips. Her moist, slightly open, plump lips. For one insane moment he imagined kissing her. He shifted in his seat again.

"Hibiki, I'm scared."

To his knowledge, this was the first time she had called him by his name. Heck! Anything was better than being called an alien. But still there was something in him that broke away from its hold when he heard her say his name. "Don't worry," he brushed away the first tear from her cheek. "I won't let anything happen to you."

They stared deep into each other's eyes for long minutes. Funny but it seemed like Dita's lips were getting closer and closer.

"Uchuuji-san, she whispered the despised name but Hibiki barely noticed. He was more concerned about that pink tongue that had been darting out to wet her lips. She started squirming in his lap again but he didn't mind that too. Truth was he was beginning to enjoy the pressure on his throbbing region.

"Uchuuji-san…"

"Hai," he whispered back. Just a little bit closer…

"I think I sat on something hard."

Hibiki blinked once, twice in surprise. He could feel the rest of the blood that wasn't in his lap go to his face. Dita moved slightly away to see what she sat on. She was surprised to find that the bulge came from within Hibiki's pants.

"Uchuuji-san, are you hurt?" She scooted to his knee. It was too late when he realized what she was about to do.

He barely swallowed his groan of pleasure when Dita's fingers started to investigate his arousal. The damn woman was too innocent and too inquisitive for her own good. And his. When fingers turned into palm, Hibiki was no longer able to contain the feral sound.

"Gomen ne," Dita apologized and quickly withdrew her hand. "Did I make the pain worse? I didn't mean to."

Hibiki grabbed her hand, placed it back on the bulge and growled, "God I hope you did." With that baffling remark he swooped down to press his lips to hers. He grabbed her chin with his other hand and nudged her lips to open more for his siege. He brushed her tongue with his-the tongue that drove him crazy only minutes before. There was a muffled sound of shock that came from her throat but he ignored it. If she thought that she could tempt him, albeit innocently, and get away with it then she could never be more wrong.

Dita had this coming.

Then how come it was he who was suffering? The more he took from the kiss, the more he craved. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, trying to satisfy his hunger with no success. His heart was beating hard and fast, making it difficult to breathe and think. Damn but he couldn't get enough of her soft lips and the intoxicating warmth of her mouth. He tried to retreat only to come back when her tongue followed his.

It was only then that he noticed that she was kissing him back with the same amount of passion and desperation. Not only that, it came as a shock that Dita had changed her position. She was now facing him, her legs astride his hips. Their bodies were pressed so closely that no space was visible in between. Her hands were now gripping his shoulders while his were buried deep in her glorious auburn mane.

Hibiki forced himself to break the too-consuming kiss to take stock of their situation. The first thing he noticed was his uneven breathing but he took pleasure in seeing that Dita's was just as racy. The next thing he noticed was the wonderful warmth pressing on his loin. It was emanating from the juncture of her thighs and it was taking all of his self-discipline to not grab her buttocks and grind his loins with hers.

He knew he should speak up-give an excuse for his manhandling her or something. But his mind remained blank. All he could do was feel and crave and, pretty soon, take. As it happened, he didn't need to say anything. It was Dita who broke the silence.

"I hurt too."

Thinking that it was him who caused the pain, Hibiki's body stiffened in guilt. The next shock came when Dita became astute enough to guess what he was thinking. She shook her head in denial then proceeded to explain. "Whenever I would think about you I hurt here," she took his hand and placed the palm on her heart. "And here," on her stomach then, much more shyly, on her loins, "and here."

Hibiki's brain worked full-time. Her touch on his groin turned his own ache into overwhelming pleasure. Perhaps if he…

His hand slid to her thigh then knee then back up again, only this time he went underneath her short skirt. Dita instinctively went on her knees to open herself more to him. His other hand joined the quest and gripped a bare thigh.

"Please, it hurts so badly."

The combination of her bold words, husky voice and unique smell was certainly potent. He could feel his brain cells frying from the heat of his thoughts. The hand that gripped her thigh moved to bunch her skirt up, baring her secret to him. He quickly tucked the edge of the skirt in its waist and held the cheeks of her buttocks in his hands.

So this is what women look like. So different. So soft, he thought as he nuzzled the soft thatch of red curls with his nose. He inhaled deeply and was surprised when his crotch hardened some more in reaction. He pushed her back to sit far on his knees and pulled her legs over the arms of their seat. So, he reasoned with himself, I could see where it hurts.

"Here?" He asked as he brushed the crevice of her folds with a finger.

"H-hai!"

He carefully parted the folds in order to investigate more. His tongue brushed over his rapidly drying lips as he stared at the glistening secrets inside. There was a particularly swollen bud that caught his attention. He brushed it with his thumb and was surprised with the reaction that he got. "Here?"

Dita's mouth opened as if to answer back but no sound came out. She threw her head back and gripped his hair. When he brushed the nub again, her grip tightened. Her facial expression was so arousing that he could feel his shaft throb in time with his fingers. His other hand pushed her closer again but the thumb still teased. It rubbed. It circled. It drove her mad.

"More," she all but screamed.

"Oh yes," he growled. His mouth caught the nipple puckered beneath her tight top. In time with the thumb, the mouth bit, suckled and laved. She pushed him away and before he could protest he watched her remove her open coat and tug her shirt off. So beautiful. He'd never seen so many beautiful things all at once. The twin globes were smooth and ivory-like. At each center were pink nipples, so alike yet so different from his own.

Hibiki craved to touch them so his hands went from under the skirt to weigh and trace Dita's full, perky breasts. Soon touching was not enough. While one breast was being palmed, the other was rained with wet kisses. No area was left unexplored.

He was so preoccupied that he did not notice that his shirt was already hanging at his sides. He sucked in a breath when her hands skimmed his collar bone, chest, abs only to pause at the waist of his pants.

"Do you still hurt?" she said in a highly uncharacteristic purr. Without waiting for an answer, her deft fingers were already opening his pants and pushing his loincloth away. Both of them watched as his manhood sprang free.

Hibiki sighed in relief when his shaft was free from the confines of his pants only to suck his breath back in when her fingers brushed the bead of moisture from the tip of his shaft. His body tensed to unbearable heights when she licked his precum from her finger. He wasn't sure if her mysterious smile meant she liked his taste or that she knew what her actions would do to his frizzing system.

Suddenly, the bittersweet pain had grown into need. He desperately needed relief. Hibiki had heard enough about sexual intercourse between men to know how to reach fulfillment. In his desperate mind, he deduced that it was not an impossibility to find release with a woman.

"Uchuuji-san…I want…" But she didn't-couldn't finish the sentence. It was up to Hibiki to show her what she wanted.

He kissed her again and while she was otherwise engaged, he drew her legs back and lifted her hips to make her kneel. His shaft brushed against her wet sex. He was frantic and impatient. He positioned himself at her anal opening and was about to plunge into her when her fingers curled around him.

"Iya. That's not where I hurt." She slid his tip across. She moaned and he gritted his teeth in frustration. It seemed like an eternity passed before she stopped at another entrance.

Hibiki felt and discovered that it was right beside her swollen nub. His fingers gripped her soft hips in place then plunged fast and deep. He bucked up thrice before he realized Dita was no longer receptive and was stiff as his Vanguard's metal. He forced himself to stay still and he wasn't surprised when he sweated a great deal more. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she whispered almost at once. From her pale face and weak smile, he knew that she was in real pain. Dita knew that he did not believe her lie and tried to reassure him. "You're so big."

"And you're so tight." Just the thought itself made him involuntarily buck. This time she was not able to hide the wince from him. He couldn't withdraw now. It felt like his whole life was dependent on this moment. All he could do was try to alleviate the hurt even as he caused her pain. He reached between them, where their bodies were joined and brushed the bud of her pleasure.

He continued his ministrations until she was mindless of everything but the pleasure he was giving her. He raised her hips and slowly lowered her to engulf him. When she whimpered against his ear he knew that the pain was gone or at least minimal. He traced the cleft of her buttocks to encourage her to move the way he showed her and groaned loudly when she did as he bid.

By this time, they were unaware of everything but themselves. All worries about Nirvana and the meteor shower were replaced by the determination to reach for something magnificent. They didn't know what but they raced towards it nonetheless. Inside the Vandread was a silence broken only by moans, shrieks, grunts, and groans. Occasionally there were uttered words but neither knew they said their thoughts aloud.

"Mmm…so good…so full…"

"You're so wet and hot. I can't get enough-"

"Faster…deeper…"

"Uhh. Do it again. Move your hips the other way."

"That's it…UCHUUJI-SAN!"

Dita screamed just as Hibiki arched from his seat and buried himself to the hilt, deep inside her constricting warmth. He shouted his release and tried to press their bodies closer.

One.

They were one.

Magnificent!

Minutes, hours, years later, Hibiki breathed in her scent-their scent-and brushed his lips against her shoulder. Her head was buried in the curve of his neck. He brushed her disheveled hair from her face and saw that she fell asleep with that same mysterious smile on her lips. He didn't want to analyze that smile of hers for he knew there would be other times, other moments to do so. It was inevitable.

The communication link was still not working and the shower showed no sign of breaking up any time soon. One hour. He decided to let Dita rest for one hour before he roused her from her sleep. They'd find a way out then.

He brushed his palm across her naked back in a soothing rhythm and tried to keep his mind blank from the memories. He could feel himself harden inside her and it took all of his will power and determination to clamp down his desires. It was too soon. He didn't want to hurt her again so soon.

It was then that he acknowledged that he had grown fond of her. He wasn't the insensitive clod that he was before. At least not that insensitive.

"Uchuuji-san…" Hibiki thought she was dreaming about him but then she went on. "Ne, now you don't have any reason not to come to my room."

He didn't have to answer. He had every intention to visit her room as often as he subtly could. And he knew that she knew that. Only she could take away the loneliness and the hurt. Just as he could take away hers.

~OWARI~