Dena you are also responsible for this little hentai fic. BTW, it is not a ghost! Ever wonder just what a telekinetic could do if they had lots of power and no morals?
I don't own the GW guys. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only.
"Heero!" Duo's desperate yell brought everyone running to the den. They found the pilot tearing at his clothes and swatting empty air. At first they thought it was some kind of joke, but the look on Duo's face was one of sheer terror. Turning frightened violet eyes on his friends, Duo started sobbing.
"Something's touching me," the nearly hysterical pilot cried. "I can't stop it. Please make it stop."
"Duo," Quatre began softly, convinced the longhaired pilot was having a nervous breakdown; he quickly changed his mind as Duo's long braid started to undo itself. "Allah!"
Heero wasn't as vocal, but he reacted just as angrily. The Wing pilot jumped forward and tried to get a grasp on whatever was playing with his lover's hair. No sooner did he touch the chestnut tresses than he pulled his hand away, a startled look crossing his features.
"Please make it stop, Heero." Duo begged and reached for him. The movement was halted as something suddenly forced Duo backward. Whatever it was spun the pilot around and bent him over a coffee table.
"Nnnooooo!" The panicked pilot shrieked as his arms were dragged up over his head and his legs were forced apart. All the pilots, Rashid, and Abdul rushed forward trying to stop what was about to happen. No matter what they did, they could not lift Duo or touch whatever was doing this to him. All they felt was a kind of static electricity that burned them if they got to close to the American.
Without warning, Duo suddenly stopped struggling. His hands clenched into fists and he threw his head back in a silent scream. The group was helpless to stop this and they stood stunned as something rocked Duo's slender body with its thrusts and brought gasping sobs from him.
End Part 1
Phoenix
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