05-Nov-2002
Written for the Sabintha Stories (http://gundamwing.fanworkrecs.com/Sabintha/index.htm), A Hentai Gundam Wing Fic Challenge, put together by Maureen and Suzume. You don't have to have read the other stories to understand this one, but I would suggest doing so anyway, and then writing your own!
Title: HY/CW #1 'Waterside Waltz' - A Sabintha Story
Part: One of one
Author: Psyche (L2Psyche00@aol.com)
Archive: http://www.gwaddiction.com/
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me, and neither does Sabintha.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: lemon, humour
Pairings: 1x5
Notes: Wet, naked Asian boys.
Thank-you very much to both Pond and Elyndys for checking through this for me.
The meeting, although animated compared to most gatherings of its kind, had not lived up to Sabintha Winner's expectations. She and the rest of the Video Capture Club Membership Committee had been forced to sit through what were, in all probability, the three most unerotic instances of sexual intercourse ever caught on film.
First, there had been the one with the My Little Pony fanatics. Sabintha was willing to admit that everyone had their kinks--it was practically her motto, for heaven's sake!--but sex on a My Little Pony bed with a My Little Pony blanket, and about three hundred My Little Pony models all perfectly groomed and looking on with interest, was definitely a bit of a turn off.
Then, there had been the guy trying to get into the club by videotaping himself, quite clearly holding the camera *in his own hands*, *as he was fucked*. Apart from the few occasions on which he had been too dizzy with pleasure to film properly, and had passed the thing to his partner.
Some of the views in that one had been downright strange. Too strange for even Sabintha to have considered them amusing.
As for the third one... well, that had actually been pretty average, as far as the sex was concerned. The real problem had been the applicant's insistence upon adding sound effects. And a pretty pastel border. And little on screen notes explaining exactly what was going on.
At cellular level.
There's nothing worse when you're trying to get a little enjoyment than knowing exactly how the enjoyment works. It's like knowing the trick behind the magic--it ruins all the fun.
The Committee were just about to adjourn, when a knock at the door, accompanied by a polite cough, denoted the presence of a servant standing outside. Sabintha ushered the man in and relieved him of the vid disk dangling between his fingers, noting as she did so the suitability of his mouth and tongue for orally pleasuring other members of the species in possession of functioning phalli. As soon as he had been relieved of the disk, he quickly hurried away, stopping momentarily to make sure that the door was firmly shut behind him.
The Committee members regarded the disk suspisciously.
"With our luck it will probably be an annotated recording of two My Little Pony dolls having a quick fuck between episodes, with a horde of stuffed bunnies watching from the sidelines." Une muttered.
Sabintha sighed and shrugged, and pushed the disk into the machine.
The lights were once again switched off, and the committee members sat back in their seats, desperately hoping that the clip would at least contain human beings. Male ones, if at all possible.
Dorothy, deciding it would be best to just get it all over with, grabbed the remote control from the shadowy form next to her (which she was almost certain was one of the younger Winner Women) and hit the play button, before settling down to watch.
At first, the screen was black. After a few seconds, a line of white text giving the date as the first of May, AC196 appeared at the bottom, followed shortly by the location: L________, France.
Heero Yuy, wearing only a pair of plain cotton trousers and a gun, sat, relaxed, part way up a shallow rocky slope, looking down upon a glacier lake high in the French mountains. A wildflower, barely managing to grow in the hard ground, was clutched loosely in his left hand, while his right was rested upon his knees.
The sun rose.
Another young man entered the scene from behind, his motions all quick, controlled.
Heero smiled, shifted slightly, and completely failed to glance back as Chang Wufei glowered at the glossy brown head before him.
After a while, Wufei moved downwards to the side of the lake, just at the edge of Heero's range of vision. He sat in an easy position, legs crossed before him, and felt the pebbles digging into his thighs and shins. The wind brushed against his face and tugged at his hair. He stood and dusted himself off, elegant black brows furrowing slightly with displeasure.
Had Heero even noticed him?
It was impossible to tell.
Wufei exhaled softly and settled down to wait. Sleep soon claimed him.
"You should move into the shade."
Wufei blinked himself awake, and glared half-heartedly.
"The sun gets pretty strong here," Heero added, with faint warmth in his voice that was unfamiliar.
Wufei frowned. "You come here every day."
"Yes."
"You've done nothing since the war ended." A statement of fact, but Heero still answered.
"Nothing at all."
"You must really be a hero then. Only heroes can just ride off into the sunset."
Heero's eyes darkened, but his shoulders drooped, slack, not tense with anger. This was wrong.
Wufei carefully did *not* bunch his muscles, and relaxed his posture. "You believe there is no need to fight any more, don't you."
Heero shrugged and allowed his eyes to close to the glare of the sun.
Wufei snarled.
His companion remained impassive, eyes still shut and head turned slightly to one side, hair glinting in the morning light.
Wufei grabbed Heero's face roughly with one hand, turning the young man so that they were standing eye to eye.
"You really think I'll just give up and leave the fighting to others? That may be your philosophy, but it will *never* be mine."
Heero's eyes were full. Of guilt? Despair? Exhaustion? Pride? Tenderness? Wufei could not tell.
"Well? Will you answer me?"
Heero gazed straight ahead, breathing slow and even. "The world needs a policing organisation; they need peacekeepers. People trained in pacifying, not destroying. The world does not need me."
"And you couldn't adapt to the new times? The only solution was to run away?" Wufei's hand dropped from Heero's face to lie limply at his side. "How could you be so weak?"
"We are all weak, Wufei."
"That is simply an excuse for passivity."
"Maybe." Heero sighed.
"So that's it? You really don't care at all, do you?"
"Let's find out."
Heero stepped moved closer, a faint smile on his face, and reached out a hand to trail two fingers along Wufei's lower lip. Wufei shivered. Smiling more deeply now, Heero repeated the action, this time with his tongue, before taking the other boy's lip into his mouth and beginning to sip at the supple pink flesh.
Wufei's body felt warm, and he was suddenly highly aware of the blood being pumped from his heart through his vessels to the tips of his fingers, making them burn. He brought a hand up to clench Heero's arm and pinched painfully hard, as if to transfer the sensation, and allowed his mouth to close around Heero's upper lip, sucking ardently, before biting down to taste Heero's blood on his tongue.
Seconds later, he found himself thrust backwards, a gun pointed at the centre of his forehead and a cold blue glare directed into his eyes. With a snort, Wufei knocked the gun out of Heero's hands. His reward was a blow to the chest that sent him stumbling clumsily backwards, before he managed to regain control enough to deliver a kick to Heero's side. The Japanese boy staggered, only just about managing to keep his balance, and then tensed, ready for his enemy's next move.
Wufei raised an eyebrow, and allowed his eyes to flick briefly toward the lake, before regarding the figure facing him, a challenge clear on his face.
Heero nodded, and stripped off his clothes quickly and efficiently, not bothering to watch as Chinese boy did the same. Just as he was about to enter the water, he found himself detained by a leaden hand on his shoulder.
"And for the winner?" Wufei asked, eyes cold.
Heero smirked as he replied, "We'll see," then he plunged into the cold, clear, sparkling lake.
Wufei glowered and followed suit.
The two emerged gasping about a third of the way to the centre, and immediately struck out towards the opposing bank with fast, powerful strokes. Wufei swam with force, straining his muscles and putting everything he had into making up Heero's slight lead and pulling ahead. Half way across they were level. Wufei pushed himself even harder, and was soon a little in front, and then a lot.
When he reached the other side, his body was aching with effort. He heaved in breaths of air, vision blurring slightly with dizziness, mind white hot and sore. Heero came to a halt beside him, and smiled yet again.
Water ran down the contours of their upper bodies, glistening in the sunlight and lending the boys a surreal form. Heero's bangs were matted down around his eyes, soaked and dripping, and his breath was heavy. Absently gazing into space, he flicked out his tongue to take a few droplets into his mouth, and brought up a hand to massage his left shoulder lightly.
Wufei spat. "You weren't even trying, were you? You're not even bothered that you lost!"
Heero eased himself out of the water with a sigh, denying nothing.
"Is this just some joke to you?"
"No."
And Wufei found Heero's lips once again pressed hard against his own, as strong hands pulled him up onto the shore.
At first, there was a struggle, with each of the two fighting for top. After a while, they settled side by side, wet bodies rubbing against one another with vigour.
The Chinese boy began stroking Heero's erection harshly with one hand, as Heero licked a line along Wufei's jaw, pausing to lap and bite at his ear. Wufei actually called out when Heero's teeth sank in around the sensitive nub of flesh over the opening, causing his companion to do so again, this time more forcefully. In revenge, Wufei brought his free hand up to caress the hollow and the base of Heero's throat, applying more than enough pressure to the delicate area to cause significant discomfort. Heero's head arched back, and Wufei seized the opportunity to initiate another rough kiss.
After several minutes, Heero drew back, and his mouth was replaced by two fingers. Wufei ran his tongue along their length, nipping fiercely as Heero dipped his head down and began attending to one of Wufei's slim wrists, grazing at skin with his teeth and licking the point where the veins were nearest the surface. Wufei gasped softly as he felt the stinging scratch of Heero's short, ragged nails along his upper arm, and the wetness of blood trailing along toward the mouth at his pulse. He released the fingers he had been sucking, and caught up some of the blood in his hand, using it to press a rough line across Heero's forehead, turning the other boy onto his back to facilitate the task, and rubbing his erection against Heero's thigh beneath him.
Heero brought his damp hand round to rest upon Wufei's ass, rubbing and teasing at the crack to relieve tension before forcing his fingers inside, pumping harshly in time with Wufei's rhythm.
The Chinese boy shuddered as Heero jabbed repeatedly against his prostate, and cried out once again, his thrusts becoming wild and irregular. Heero's cock was pressing against his stomach, and Wufei began to massage it in his hand as before, while eagerly thrusting his ass upwards to feel himself filled over and over by the former ZERO pilot's skilled fingers.
Heero was the first to come with a cry as sensation overtook him, the world melting and fusing with his eyes. Come splattered out across their chests, and his hand stopped its motion inside Wufei after a final thrust that sent the Chinese boy over the edge.
Wufei's mind seared with blistering-hot pleasure. He rolled off his former ally and collapsed bonelessly to the ground, panting and gasping for breath.
The boys lay still for a while, basking in afterglow, still damp from their swim. Droplets of water trailed their way along smooth, toned bodies, effortlessly emphasizing contours and curves. Two chests rose and fell in time with one another, and two sets of fingers touched.
Heero raised his head, still marked by Wufei's blood, and rolled onto his side to regard his companion, who allowed his lips to curve into a faint smile, and closed his eyes.
The screen flickered and changed to black.
After a while, Dorothy breathed.
"So... I suppose we have a new member."
"I suppose so," Sabintha said weakly. "Who is the applicant anyway?"
No one appeared to know, so Une knelt forward to remove the disk from the player, coming to an abrupt halt as she read the label.
Dorothy raised an eyebrow with curiosity, and then chuckled as she caught sight of the text.
"Extract from Barton Foundation intelligence footage, taken on behalf of Mariemaia Barton," the blonde read aloud.
And Sabintha laughed.
The End
(:./psyche/waltz)
