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Nothing	By : Sancta Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dark
Chocolate Part 2

Rating: R

Pairing: 1x5

Summary: And Nothing conquered him.

Note: I am sorry for posting this so late, life has a way of being
demanding. Un-beta�d for now so if you notice any mistakes then please
point them out. I just hope I accomplished what I set out to do. Italics =
Flashback, Thank You for Reading!

Disclaimer:
I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.

"No.
One. Will. Stop. Me."

He swallowed, feeling as if the air was heavy with tension. What the hell was
Yui saying? Since when...pain suddenly burst behind his eyelids, coursing down
his spine and spreading throughout his body. He leaned forward as Yui slowly
made his way to stand next to his chair. Rough fingertips slowly tucked in
loose strands of his hair behind his ear and grasped his chin; his chair
turning with the momentum. He turned to grab at the wrist in front of him,
anything to focus on something else other then the pain and how it blurs his
vision. Where did it come from? It wasn't corresponding with any of the
injuries from the mission -

"What did you do?� He whispered peering up at Yui through the lashes of
his eyes. There was no response as Yui�s eyes sparkled dangerously at him. It
caused rage to burn - rage that was as familiar and as old as his soul. He
forced the numbed fingers of his right hand to finally catch the wrist by his
ear and after several seconds of gut determination, the other took in fistfuls
of Yui's shirt and dragged him closer. The intention was to head butt him and
maneuver past his body and out the door.

. . . . .

Yui's mouth swallowed his bottom lip, devoured the top and feasted on his
tongue in the matter of seconds. Complete and utter intoxication warred with
the pain in his body and did a victory dance on its grave when the sensation of
his Adam's apple being nibbled on registered in his mind. Teeth were biting at
his neck, sucking viciously on his pulse point. His fingers flexed, but his
body couldn�t produce any other functions. His lips couldn't form a complete
thought - and it didn't matter that the first were usually moans or gasps of
pleasure. He could feel the sweat pooling at the top of his forehead, his
breath shortening, the rage subsiding like a large lion that was recently fed.
Words echoed in his head but were soon drowned out by the sound of his own
rushing blood.

Drugged. . .

Yui drugged him!

Darkness
consumed him. Hands grabbed and lifted; cradle his body close to a warm
muscled chest. He was so hot it was unbearable. Cool air whistled in his face.
Air that smelled the way Yui tasted. It was ...

His world shifted, teetering on the brink of complete and total darkness; when
had he lost all control of his limbs? He needed to calculate the damage that
was done. His body was numbed except when touched by Yui, and when touched �
fire raced along his nerves and ignited everything. There was definitely
no proper motor functions available. . . What kind of drug was this! How
dare Yui do this to him!

Soft,
cool leather kissed his cheek and hugged his body as he was placed softly
within its embrace. Yui followed him down, hands sweeping up the inside of his
shirt, mouth nibbling at his lips. His body tingled at every touch, like static
rubbing against each other. Hands drifted down from his chest and plunged
underneath the waist band of his sweats; gripped an erection he didn't even
remember gaining and started to pump furiously - fast, hard, deep strokes that
stole his breath and conquered any salvaging thought of escaping.

The
fire, which hadn't really dimmed since it started, exploded and joined forces
with the pain. His hands reached out and could only hold onto the tense
shoulders above him as Yui unmercifully kept his rapid past. The darkness
cheered as both pleasure and pain thundered around in glee like little children
with a bull horn. The orgasm had drained any remaining air from his lungs,
arched his back in ways it hadn�t been used in since the wars, and granted him
oblivion with one haunting thought on his mind�

When?

. . . . .

Sticky, hot, sticky, hot? Why? Where? The
moan was out of his lips before he could register the sound traveling through
his body. Muscles twitched but could produce no movement. Was he tied down?
Curses hot and ferocious rang through his mind. Take stock, Formulate Plan, then
make whoever it was regret the day they . . .

�You�re awake sooner than I expected.�

That voice, familiar . . . but whom? He
barely stopped the growl from escaping his throat, besides it burned.
Everything felt like it was burned. Was he burned? There wasn�t a strong scent
drifting about him. Was he burned and then moved? It didn�t feel that way . . .
Still no movement from his body. Fine, get the target to talk, bring him
closer. He groaned, purposely loud and filled with pain. Why wouldn�t his eyes
open? Or was it opened? Shit! Where was he last � mission � was he kidnapped?
No response. Take a deep breath in, relax, and listen!

Clicking.

Soft Rapid Clicking.

Familiar, but how, how was it familiar;
another groan spilled from his lips, muscles twitched � nothing. He was on
something soft, but it was hot, or was that his body, he couldn�t tell the
difference. Fine then, concentrate on the voice � deep, concerned, familiar;
water over gravel? Take another deep breath in. Familiar should be safe, but
nothing was ever safe. Listen! No more clicking but a hum, familiar hum� but
why? Concentrate damn it! Was that footsteps?

Fingers run smoothly across his cheek,
digging deep into the back of his skull, almost massaging... His hair was being
pulled; his throat ached from swallowing down his fear so quickly. Fire licked
at his body, coursed through his veins; that familiar burn. He trembled against
all self-control, no more careful calculations, and no more sound thought. The
darkness was welcoming by now. The pain of failing was more potent then
whatever had been done to him so far. His was a gundam pilot. He is a high
ranking preventer officer . . .

A soft ticking sound could be heard
briefly as his face was turned. Pain filled his left temple; the pressure
tunneling deeper than it should. His mouth fell open; the silent cry escaping
against his will. A tongue rough in its movements licked his bottom lip,
swallowed around it before moving deeper into his mouth. The taste was
familiar, the pain blinding in its intensity.

It was . . . bitter, dark�

They had snuck away from the crowd; a crowd
he didn�t think would be that big. He guessed all those random people
didn�t need a real reason to celebrate � even if it was something as stupid like
the birthday party of a former gundam pilot � if there was free liquor
involved. None of that matter though. What mattered was the little girl
standing in front of him. Red curls that had grown down to her neck was piled
high on top of her head, held in place by his Christmas gift - a dragon clip
made from emeralds and rubies. Blue eyes sparkled in joy and mischief that was
almost as warming as the small smile on her face. He knew her better than he
had known his wife. He cherished her for helping him when no one else could. He
would probably protect her above anyone else.

Yes, Mariemaia Alexandria Khushrenada had
done something no one else had managed to do since the death of his mother. She
had conquered a permanent place in his heart.

�Well, open it already� Her voice was exasperated
as she held up the five by seven black velvet box in her tiny hands.

He frowned; after all, he had to maintain his
image � �I said no gifts.�

�And you actually believed I would listen?�
She smirked, placing a hand on her midnight-blue dressed hip; a feat forged
through both of their sweat and patience, as she re-learned how to walk.
It was a proud moment, watching her take her first steps out of that wretched wheel
chair, that still managed to fill his heart with an ever exclusive peace even
to this day.

�No, I expected you to honor an agreement.�
He kept his voice curt, eyes sweeping across the room they were standing in.
Something felt off ever since he entered, and he preferred to get her back to
the safety of the crowded room before they were both missed.

�Are you talking about the same agreement
that you insist on breaking at any given moment?� She snorted softly; her face
turning up into an imperial mask of contempt. �Open it before I disown you
Chang.�

His eye twitched, but he took the box from
her hand, opening it. His brow rose in curious shock. . .

�Dark Chocolate� She smirked in full glory.
�Your favorite brand of Dark Chocolate I might add.� Though his expression was
lacking, she knew, she knew with everything in her tiny being that he was
pleased, because she knew him. �Next time you should warn me that something you
ACTUALLY like will be that difficult to find � though I suppose being the intelligent
soul that I am, it won�t be too much of a hassle.�

�Maia� he whispered softly while shaking his
head. And with a grunt and roll of his eyes he slowly picked up a brick and
placed it in his mouth. The dark smooth bitter treat caused pleasure to light
up his eyes, if only for a brief moment.

�Happy Birthday Big Brother� she whispered
back as she walked passed him and out of the room, her hips swaying gently in
the motions of adulthood that her teenage body was speedily developing into.

He popped another brick into his mouth, eyes
closing to enjoy the silent moment before he had to head back out into that
mess . . .

It was . . . bitter, dark� Dark Chocolate?

His Gift!

Eyes finally flickered open to see a dark
Prussian gaze bearing down on him before the darkness and fire pulled him
completely under once more.
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