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Gundam (all others) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,129
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Extinguished
Title: Extinguished
Gilbert Dullindal x Kira Yamato
Theme: Written for
Genres: General? Angst?
Pairings: Gil/Kira
Word Count: 506
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Part 4 of a twisted and slashy way GSD could have ended. (Slash and noncon - you've been warned!)
Rivulets of sweat ran along Kira's throat, his body was gleaming with perspiration and yet despite the heat, he was shivering. With his throat parched, he could barely draw breath over the stench of blood and the overpowering musk. As much as he had tried in vain to avert his eyes, the young coordinator was unable to tear his gaze away from Dullindal's head between his legs. He was simply mortified and yet transfixed at the sight and sensation of those pale lips fastened around his cock.
Never before, had Kira ever experience this kind of agony, until now. The moist heat of the Chairman's mouth was unbearable. The wet tongue tortured him with tentative licks that made his head reel from the unexpected thrill. He wanted to jerk free, to strike Dullindal, find his weapon and finish what he set out to do. Instead of being at the mercy of an enemy, pinned to the floor while the chairman planned to do the unspeakable to him.
Suddenly the heat was gone and before he could stop himself, he cried out as he was left shivering and exposed when Dullindal had pulled away. Aside from his heart hammering in his ears, Kira managed to hear the soft sound of a zipper descending, and began to squirm. He moved to sit up, trying to ignore the pain from the bullet wound and his arousal. He needed to get out of here. Back to Strike Freedom. Back to...
Warm tears sprang up involuntarily as he felt himself being filled up with something hot and massive, cruelly testing the limits of his body. As the chairman continued to proceed despite his groaning protests, Kira flailed and tried to pull away, seeking easement from the rude and sudden intrusion.
It was only when Dullindal's hips leisurely began to set a slow rhythm, did Kira finally realize that he was in hell. For when the chairman had struck something; a cluster of nerve endings that created brand new shockwaves of pleasure so intense that it was almost indistinguishable from the burning agony. Pain... pleasure... his mind was too far-gone to differentiate. All he could focus on was the heat between their bodies and how it gradually began to build.
The warm mouth suddenly returned, scalding his flesh while his body was being conquered effortlessly. Kira felt every drawn breath burn his lungs, listened to every pathetic cry that escape his lips ring throughout the chamber only to fall on deaf ears. Or at least the ears of the one who refused to listen to his wordless pleas.
Was he really this weak? Had he really been be reduced to such a state? After all the talking and all the battles, where had all of his hope and determination gone?
It was all burning away. The heat seared through Kira until he believed it to have burned him completely. He had been charred from the inside out, everything gone but an empty shell. His world of brilliant light, slowly faded into darkness.