Zoids Fan Fiction ❯ Anger Into Lust ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Anger Into Lust [A Zoids:Genesis Gaball/Ruuji hetfic]
by AladdinAbu
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Things were going well for the Suppression Army. The battle had been won, and more citizens were safe, but when day broke they were to move out again. Dozens of towns needed to be freed from Digald influence... and that was just in their region. And before then, something needed to be said to their savior.

"Ruuji?"

No one answered from within the tent. Swallowing thickly, trying to drown out the sound of her own heart thudding in her throat, Gaball lifted the flap the barest corner. In the half-light from the moon, she could see a vague shape beneath the sleeping bag. There - that was him! Smiling to herself, she smoothed out her blue dress, fluffed her hair needlessly. She had no idea when she had begun to feel this way around him. Was it when she had begun to serve with him, fight along side with the might he brought to the battlefield? No... perhaps it had been long before that. When they had been enemies. When she had thirsted for his blood to avenge the death of her beloved.

"Ruuji," she whispered, entering a few paces into the tent, allowing the flap to close behind her. All was quiet; he didn't even snore. A true hero! Admonishing herself for getting so worked up, she reached down and removed her boots, dropping them right next to the entrance. Then, carefully, she crept to his side and placed a hand on his stomach. She smiled a snarky smile. "Hey, Ruuji-chan."

Nothing. Why wasn't he awakening? Was something wrong with him? A lump of fear found its way into her throat as she shook him violently. "RUUJI!"

"Wha...?" He rolled over, looking up at her with glossed-over eyes. "Hmm? Gaball-san?"

"Whew," she sighed, patting her chest with one hand. "Sheesh, Ruuji! Nearly did me in when I thought... nevermind."

His hand absentmindedly went to hers, where it lay on his own stomach. "What's wrong? Is... is it the Digald?"

Despite her best efforts, Gaball could not control her heartbeat. It was racing, faster and faster now. "I... that is, um. The reason I came in was..."

Ruuji sat up now, swiping at his eyes to try and wake himself. She felt her face growing hot when she noticed his smooth, taut skin, stretching over the muscles on his chest. For such a young man... "Reason?"

"I... I came in to commend you," she blurted out, pushing her fists down into her knees. Perhaps if she ground them in hard enough she could snap herself out of it. "For your bravery and actions on the battlefield. It... it was good of you to come help us, it made all the difference."

"Oh, okay." He yawned. "But Gaball-san... you could have told me in the morning."

Her eyes widened, horrified. "I'm so sorry! Yes, you must be very tired, y-you- I'll go, I didn't mean-"

"Wait," he whispered hoarsely, putting a hand to her shoulder as she made to stand. "I... wasn't trying to be inconsiderate, sorry. Just wondering why you're not sleeping."

The light pressure from his fingers caused her knees to go weak; she couldn't stand to leave now even if she tried. Lip trembling, she reached a hand up and caressed his forearm, causing his eyebrows to knit. What was she doing? Immediately she halted herself and gripped his wrist firmly as she smiled. "Because I couldn't sleep until I'd told you how grateful I was for your assistence. It seemed... important, somehow."

"Gaball-san..." He let out a gust of air before smiling at her. Even in the low light from the slits on either side of the tent flap, she could see bags under his eyes; he'd really been giving his all for their cause, hadn't he? "It's an honor to fight with a soldier like you. We... I'm glad you didn't hold your grudge against me, or the army. We need you too much."

"Of course not," she said bleakly. "It was Digald who robbed me of my Dinga - not you, not Zuuri. I... was very lost. Thank you for showing me the way."

He smiled wider, and she could see his teeth now. Ruuji had pulled her from the darkness and back into the light, toward the righteousness they sought in usurping the Digald forces. She had wanted so badly to end him, to crush him into the dirt for what she perceived as his lack of guilt for what he did to her Ferocious Monk. Of course, when the true enemy had shown itself and tried to eradicate them, Ruuji had valiantly put his life on the line for hers. Such a pure and noble man of honor, and she had wanted his death! What would she have possibly done if she'd accomplished it? If she had snuffed out the Suppression Army's greatest hope?

"Wait," he bade of her. Why? But then she saw his face was inches from hers, felt her lips stretching forward, reaching. His hand was on her shoulder.

"I..." Gaball looked down at her own hand, resting on his chest. "Ruuji..."

"This isn't... I'm sorry, Gaball-san," he whispered fearfully. "W-we- I-"

"Ruuji, I d-didn't- this wasn't why I came here. You have to understand that."

"You're a... good friend to me," he said softly. She felt him squeeze her shoulder, and she nearly melted from that alone. "We're comrades. But... we can't be more."

"Why not?" she asked urgently. "You're so beautiful, and- when I look at you, I see a shining beacon, a torch! Leading us on to victory! It stirs up... I don't know! But when I look at you, I see something I desire!"

Only when she was finished speaking did she fully comprehend what she had been saying. Where was all this coming from? It's not as if she'd truly been lusting after him, much less plotting to win his heart. But now that all these feelings came tumbling out without her consent, they sounded genuine, and she hated it. "Gaball-san..."

"No, don't," she sobbed. Crying now. Forcefully, she cut that off; there was nothing to be upset about! A deep breath later, and she was mostly in control again. "I... Ruuji, I don't know what that was. I'm very sorry, I- you and I, we're not meant to be." She gasped at how that sounded, then shook out her head. "Wait! No, I meant- I meant you're my friend. We are together in this war. I... merely look up to you, admire your courage. I wish to be as strong as you. Please, don't misunderstand my words, I-"

"Gaball-san, my heart belongs to another."

She blinked, shocked; it was as if all warmth was being sucked from her body, replaced by ice and emptiness. "It... it does?! Ruuji has a- a-"

"Yes," he whispered nervously. "But... please, you can't tell anyone. We're not together, or anything, I just- well, my feelings are... and if you did have those kind of feelings for me - and I'm not saying you do! But if you did, I didn't want you to be hurt."

"NO!"

And then her lips were pushing into his, a whimper sounding in her throat as she shoved him down into the sleeping bag. Kissing him was like kissing the heavens! For a few fleeting seconds, he put a shaking hand behind her neck, holding her to his mouth gently - but then he had both hands on her shoulders, shoving her up and away. "GABALL-SAN!"

"She can't have you!" Gaball was shouting, unable to curb the emotions and the instincts. "I- I want you, you have to be mine!"

"Please, I- this isn't right! I don't want t-to-"

"No," she hissed, rolling off of him and onto the hard ground beside his bedding. "DAMN it, I- what was that? Why am I so..."

"I think you should leave," he told her forcefully, as if it wasn't his true wish, but only what he thought was wisest. "This... maybe we're both too tired. You're doing crazy things..."

"I want to be with you," she told him shamefully, one of her arms shielding her eyes from having to see anything - or be seen. "Very much. And I can't explain to you why, other than that you're the most amazing person I've ever met. You make my heart race, my blood churn. But intelligently, I know this isn't something we should do... and yet, here I am, visiting you in the dead of night. Probably... no, definitely. My subconscious mind wanted this. That's the entire reason I'm here, even though I didn't think that before."

"Gaball-san..."

"Give me a chance!" she begged, rolling over and crawling to him on all fours, eyes dripping yet again. "I'm... Dinga always spoke highly of my abilities in the bedroom! I bet I can outmaneuver this other wench!"

"Don't," he said desperately. "This is too... and don't speak badly of her, she's very important to me!"

"I could be important to you," she told him, feeling along his thigh; she felt him tense. "Ruuji... let me. I need you so much."

The boy's expression was scarcely visible to her, but she noticed he was more afraid than she'd ever seen him. At the same time, she could feel his body responding to her touch; he was not completely immune to her. Smiling up at him, trying to reassure her intended, she began stroking him through the blankets, listening to his breathing begin to match hers. He was so young... but he was almost as large as Dinga! Biting into her lip, she began to roll his covers down...

"Wait, please!" he gasped out, clutching her hand with his own; her heart sped up. "This is wrong of us!"

"It's not; it's so very right." As his grip tightened, she jerked her arm back, and he was left holding her glove. She immediatley returned to his rigid arousal, wrapping her hand around it as much as she could through the covers; he wasn't ready for skin-on-skin contact yet. Gasps escaped him, a moan or two. That was better. She knelt on her other hand and removed her second glove this way, which she placed gently in the small of his back, feeling the mighty muscles there spasming as she stroked.

"Gaball-san..."

Swallowing, she nodded brightly, smiling the widest smile she had even as her tears formed and rolled down her face. What she was doing was so very sinful and unkind, but she couldn't stop. Dinga had been gone for so long... it left her lonely.

When she leaned in to kiss him again, he did not respond, but could neither fight her off nor move away. After a few seconds, his lips and tongue began to move into hers, to explore and enjoy their bond. Smoothly, scarcely stopping to do so, she slid her hand beneath his sheets and continued stroking through the thin veil of his underwear. So thick and solid, he was! Her hand moved faster and faster, and she bit his lip as she waivered on the spot.

"N-no!" he gusted, pushing himself wildly away from her. Now she could actually see how tented his garment was, how ready to make love he had become in so short a time. "We're not doing- we can't be! Not with you, we don't share that kind of-"

"But we do!" she told him. After panting for a moment or two, she feverishly yanked open the neckline of her dress and began sliding it down over her hips. "P-please, look at me! See what I could be for you!"

"Stop," he asked weakly, but could not force himself to stand or approach her as she disrobed. Once she had been stripped down to her underthings and slowly started unhooking the top, he rushed forward and grappled with her arms, forcing them forward and away from the clasp. "STOP, Gaball-san, no more!"

"But I want more," she breathed, trembling all over. "M-my entire body... it all wants to feel yours. How can I stop now? If I do... I'll never have another chance like this. A chance to be with you."

Now she saw he was gazing down into her cleavage, at her smooth stomach. Acting on this, she pressed the stomach against his, feeling his hardness from below through two layers of fabric. He grunted; she had him! Or did she? Pressing her advantage, she hugged him to her - which given their difference in height, mashed his face into her chest. He twitched below; part of him enjoyed that.

"Ruuji," she choked out as she breathed in his hair, let its manly scent fill her up. "I'm so sorry... but you and I... we should be this. If only once."

"No," he said, muffled, weak. "Please... this is a... mistake...""

"Then make it with me!" she sobbed, unable to put on the brave face anymore. "Make this mistake with me, FOR me! Because I need your strength!"

She released him, and as he stepped back she ripped the clasp holding her bra in place open, and it dropped away, useless. When he beheld her chest, full and exposed, his eyes got very round and his face flushed before he forced his gaze up. "Gaball-san... I... but this is so..."

"Try one."

Hand shaking, it drifted to her peak and kneaded slightly. OHH, but his touch was magical! When his tongue brushed the peak, toying, pushing inward, she felt her loins begin to give off heat for the first time; up until now, her heart was all that was on fire. At this instant, she knew she must seal her relationship with the boy hero using their bodies; anything less would only hurt worse than what she was doing to him. It was necessary.

"So soft..."

"Yes, Ruuji," she said as quietly as she could manage. "Your... your touch is... ohhh, Ruuji..."

"Gaball-san, this is wrong," he told her, even as his other hand moved to match the first's movements. He was pulling, squeezing, driving her into the beyond with his manipulations! "Why is this happening?"

"Because we've earned it," she moaned, feeling down into her legs; she was already completely soaked. "So much death and destruction... and we at the heart... it's time for love and joy... and pleasure!"

And when she rushed him, kissing and groping and pressing herself flush with his form, he did not resist as before, though he continued to shake with fear and disbelief at his own actions. She forced him to sit, still lavishing his tongue with her own, sucking at his lip, even biting his chin. His arms slid up her sides, the hands poked into her armpits, and she moaned as his thumbs gouged into the sides of her ample chest; nobody had ever done that to her before, and it was so excuisite! Where did he learn such an unusual technique? When he broke their kiss to envelop one of her peaks fully, suctioning and just pressing in with his teeth, she shouted his name.

"Gaball-san!" he hissed, full of fear. "They'll hear us outside! We can't-"

"Call me Ga-chan!" she whimpered, hating herself for asking him to use Dinga's nickname for her; such a disgrace to his memory! "Please!"

And then, when she watched his face soften, watched his eyes mist over as he said it, she knew there would be no more restraint. "Ga-chan..."

Frantic and crazed, her hands swiftly removed his remaining article, exposing his thickness to the light of the stars. Too full of desire to restrain himself or try to deter her, he did the same - and she felt her face flush with shame as her panties met the floor, as her moistened folds felt the air's taunting caress. Now she was standing over him, naked and fearful of what they were rushing into, but too hot to stop herself.

"Ruuji," she grated out, trying to hold herself apart from him just a moment, to stay standing while he was on the floor. The distance wasn't infinite, though; her toes danced up and traced along the length of him. His moan said that he did not detest her actions. Warm, and rigid, and ready - even to her feet! What about the rest of her? She touched hesitant fingers to herself and found she was more sensitive than she had been since her first time. "UNHHN! Oh, please, I- Ruuji!"

"Ga-chan!" And once she had straddled him, pressing him up and into her in one violent, unexpected motion, he called it again. "GA-CHAAAN!"

"UHNNAAAHH!" she gasped out, eyes feeling as if they would tumble out, heart trying to destroy itself with its reckless speed. Full! So full inside she was going to burst! His legs spread farther apart, and she leaned back, feeling his taut sack brush her behind. When she did this, his length shifted inside her slick inner walls, and she fell forward and dug her fingernails into his shoulders; he jumped, which caused her to do it again. "UWAAAH, Ruuji, you're so- VENERABLE ANCESTORS!"

"It's so beautiful, Ga-chan!" he said with true shame as he automatically began to buck up and into her; he still regretted their actions. She did not - could not. "You are... you're prettier than anyone... I... this is so much, I can feel you all around, you're so soft!"

"And you... are not soft at all!" she giggled stupidly, sweat pouring from her hairline, between her mounds. As he moved in and out with blinding speed, she manipulated her own breasts, squshing them together and pinching the peaks between her fingers. "Ahhh!"

"Ohh, Ga-chan, that looks- I like that!" He was alternately closing his eyes so he couldn't see it, and staring openly, as if he couldn't decide if he was allowed to watch. "I wish I... but I can't do anything, there's so much happening!"

"I'm so sorry, Ruuji!" she told him wetly. "But... I'm cumming! I'm already there, you're just too damned good, I can't hold back!"

"Me too!" he gasped, arching his back and grasping at her hips; when he managed a firm, steady grip, she felt her cunt burn ten times brighter, felt it squeeze down on him as if to keep him there forever. "I... but is it okay?!"

"YES!" she commanded, pulling at her mammaries so much she knew they would ache for days. Not that she cared. Her desire had been building within since he joined their camp, and now it was chomping at the bit to explode from within her. "Dominate me! Paint my insides with your courageous seed! Give me some of your strength, leave it in my pussy, mark it! Make me YOURS!"

"Mine!" he shouted as he thudded into her fragile innards with crushing force, teeth gritting from the effort, his own sweat soaking his pillow. "MY GA-CHAN!"

"RUUUUUJIIIIIIII!!!"

And then it was done; she felt thick, boiling fluid being forced inside her, clinging to the sides. That momentary thrill, followed by wave of nausea, followed by a blanket of contentment: the true feeling of being with a man.

"Uhnngh," she moaned, shifting from side to side, feeling the dull ache of pleasure he could still give her. When she noticed him wincing, she smiled and slowly pushed up, removing him from within her. Already, she felt so alone without it...

"Ga-chmmph," he said when she kissed him, full and deep and feverish. He'd been so weakened by their love-making that he could do little to respond.

"My Ruuji," she whispered, stroking along his cheek as she lay next to him. "I... how could I have... I'm sorry for being so forward, for taking advantage. But you're so delicious. How could I deny myself this?"

"It's alright... Ga-chan," he panted, dizzy and out of it. "I... it's okay. Once..."

"Yes, Ruuji," she laughed. Now she felt so content to be curled around his naked form, to feel her legs on his legs, his shoulder beneath her face. This was right - it had to be! "My Ruuji. Perhaps you still do not, but maybe... could you... love me?"

No answer. When she looked at him, she saw he had already fallen asleep. Of course; the bags under his eyes. He'd been exhausted. Coitus would have squeezed every last drop of energy from his person. She smiled. Then, hearing a bird twittering in the distance, she forced herself to leave his form behind, dressing as well as she could; the clasp from her bra was a wreck, so she simply held it in place until she'd put her dress back on. She could do without it tomorrow.

"Sleep well, my prince," she whispered as she slipped from the tent.

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Hours passed. The dawn had come in earnest. Their provisions had been packed up, the pilots ready in their Zoids. Gaball sent them ahead to scout their intented camp, and remained behind to rouse the hero. A few of the soldiers had given her strange looks, but she assured them that Ruuji was very exhausted and that she felt it reasonable for one of them to stay behind and ensure he roused, and to escort him to their destination.

"Gaball-san?" he moaned as he stumbled from the tent; he'd only managed to struggle into his pants and boots. "Wha... where is everyone?"

"Long gone," she told him in business-like tones, even as she took in his pectorials again. So delicious... "There's a bit of leftover stew for you here, and then we must be moving."

He nodded groggily when she handed him the bowl, scooping it into his mouth. It was about halfway gone when he dropped the spoon into the bowl with a clattering noise. "W-wait, I... last night-"

"Yes?"

The eyes that moved up to her were embarrassed, uncomfortable. "Well... I guess I could have been dreaming, b-but-"

"You must have been," she said with a steady smile. "Last night was very unevenful; no sign of BioRaptors."

"That's not what I meant."

She handed him a canteen, which he took a swig from before handing back to her. When she took a drink after him herself, she made a show of tracing her tongue around the lip. The deep shade of crimson he turned was well worth this. "Nothing to report. Right, Ruuji?"

"Ga-chan..."

"SHH!" she hissed immediately, glaring at him. "Mind your mouth! Only my lovers get to call me that. You're not trying to proposition me, are you? Hmm, Ruuji-chan?"

At this endearing term, he blushed yet deeper, staring away from her and into his soup bowl. "N-no, I- I guess I'm n-not."

"Good. Then finish your stew and prepare to head out; Murasame and BrastleTiger have a lot of ground to cover to catch up to the team."

Several minutes later, Ruuji had eaten, packed up his tent and mounted his Zoid; Gaball had already done the same. As they thundered across the plains, she initiated a two-way transmission, excluding all other Zoids no matter their range, and he accepted.

"Ruuji, please don't talk, just listen. When I'm through, we shall not speak again until we reach camp, unless it's an emergency." She waited, and heard only a very quiet affirmation. "You're so much more than I deserve, my Ruuji. Every time I see you, I feel my heart thump, my stomach is filled with butterflies. Do you know how beautiful you are? Perhaps... it's because I had such a hatred for you before I knew you that... I love you so much now."

Ruuji gasped, and she saw MurasameLiger falter in its gait, then correct its path. But he refrained from speaking. If he had, she wouldn't have been able to finish.

"I know that you're not ready for me. I can wait a while. And even if you never are, I'll understand, and I'll go on living. Don't worry about me, I'm tough like Leeo! But... I wanted to tell you once, on the morning we became one... that you're the most amazing man I've ever been with. So the woman who holds your heart is lucky. I hope she recognizes that."

Then she punched a button, cutting off any words he might hold for her. Several minutes later, he signaled a reply on a non-emergency channel, and she ignored. Thereafter, the day passed in silence as they trudged onward, Gaball's tears falling to the panel as she held her course steady.

However, when they were within less than an hour of camp, so very close to the others... she received an emergency burst message, a single recording. Frowning in concern and glancing around for Digald soldiers on the attack, she played it.

"Thank you, Ga-chan."

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THE END (plz rvw!)