The Room
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,433
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Room
Disclaimer: I don\'t own the characters or the show or anything dealing with the show. So no sueing.
I thought I lost this story until I was cleaning out my closet and found the disk. I wrote this probably three or four years ago and I haven’t changed anything. But I hope you guys like.
The Room
Ravenx
The bright flame of the torches that lined the golden wall lit the way. As I past them by I can feel a small amount of heat lay upon my arms for a short moment. The pictures on the walls tell the story of the past. So beautiful I find them. It really is amazing that mortal hands are the ones who put them there. Even the Gods must be envious. As I approach the large door I feel my heart will explode. I have waited for this moment for the past two weeks and now finally it is here. I signal the large guard to open the door and allow me entrance. He dares not speak to me or touch me. For only my Pharaoh can do that.
The door makes a scratching sound as it rakes over the floor. When it is open enough for my slim body to enter I do, for I can not wait any longer. As I enter the grand bed that we share greets me. It has fresh pure white sheets on it. The room is gold just like the halls, with beautiful crafted sculptures every where of past Pharaohs and a couple of himself.
The room is exactly like I left it this morning except for the sheets. And including no him. But they told me he had returfromfrom battle and had called upon me to meet him in his, no, our bedchambers. But he is not here. Maybe he was detained by some of his annoying courts men. I walk out onto the nice cool balcony where the wind is blowing every so slightly. The smooth rocks that cover it are cold to bear feet. But I have gotten use to them. The view that looks out over the country of Egypt is absolutely incredible. The moon shines down on the Nile casting eerie yet beautiful shadows that dance upon it. The pyramids tower in the distance casting the city below in the everlasting shadows of the great Pharaohs of the past.
When I feel a presence behind me I start to turn and tell them to leave this forbidden place. But then I felt those familiar hands glade down from my bear shoulders to the small of my back. Then they wrapped themselves around my waist and held my closely. I could feel his bear chest and taut stomach press against my bare back. His large golden and turquoise necklace was cool to the back of my neck. His breath brought chills to my spine as he whispered sweetly in my ear, “My Little Kitten, you are as beautiful as the day I left you. I have dreamt of coming back to you and holding you. You are the reason the battle was won so quickly, so I could come back to you.”
His words make me smile. He always treats me like an angel and not like his slave. But that is what I am. His slave. But he treats me so much better than his other slaves. With his arms still wrapped around my waist, I turn in his arms and wrap mine around his neck. I bury my fingers in his rich dark brown hair and pull him closer. Our lips touch gently at first in a very passionate kiss. But then it becomes more harsh and wanting as we both fight for control. But he is far stronger than me and always gets his way. His grip on my waist tightens and he lifts me up off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tightly as he carries me back inside and over to the bed we have shared for the past several years.
He lays me down gently, allowing my head to fall every so softly onto our pillows. He kisses down my neck, biting places along the way and then kissing them again. He is a rough yet gentle lover. I have always loved that about him. My chest comes next followed by my well defined stomach. I am his slave, therefore I must keep in shape for him. Unlike the female slaves, us males must do hard labor sometimes. But my master, my Pharaoh does not allow me to work to hard. He once told me that my beauty deserves attention and that it shouldn’t be flawed in any way. Therefore he allows no one to touch me or to even talk to me. He is very jealous. He says he is afraid that someone else will see my beauty and take me away from him.
But I would never go. Even if I had to die. Death would be welcomed if I could not be with him. We would always met in the after life. But I could never live without these lips of his. He tickles my belly button because he knows that drives me crazy. All I know is that I want him. All I know is that I have to have him. And I tell him just that. “Master, please...master...take me...please.” I can stand it no more I need him inside of me. And before I know it my golden bracelets, necklace, arm bands, and ankle bracelets are throne on the floor with his. Both of our small white skirts are also tossed to the ground.
He kisses me roughly again but this time one of his fingers enters me. There is pain at first but it soon subsides and only pleasure remains. Another finger, then another. Soon he has me begging for him again. “Please...I need you...take me...I’m yours...master, please.” He looks up at me and gives me one of his rare smiles. “If that is what you want my little kitten, then you shall have it.”
He places my legs over his shoulders and slowly enters me. Again the pain returns but is shortly replaced by pleasure. He stops once he is completely inside of me and waits for me to adjust. As soon as I am ready I give him a small nod that signals him to continue.
He slowly pulls out almost all the way and then he enters me again. He kisses my neck and my chest with each thrust. I can not get him inside of me enough. I arc my back to give him further access, and he hits that special spot inside of me that makes me scream in pleasure. I start to push back, encouraging him to go faster. He does. He reaches in between us and places his hand around me. He pumps in rhythm to his thrust. And before long I feel the heat building inside of me. I come all over our chest and his hand.
As I come I clap down on him and force him to come as well.
Afterwards we lay in each others arms and just hold each other. But it doesn’t last to long. The hologram room changes back to the original. With nothing but a bed, chair, and table. The golden walls go back to the boring white, as does the floor and ceiling. We get up and start to get dressed when I think of something.
“Trowa?”
“Yes, little kitten?”
“We always do my fantasies. Why not next time we do one of yours?”
Trowa walks over to me once he is completely dressed. “Quatre, I rather like being your master. And besides you’ve already fulfilled my fantasies.”
With that he kisses me gently as we exit the hologram room. As we leave Duo and Heero start to enter. As Trowa leads me to our room, I can’t help but over hear part of their conversation.
“Oh, come on Heero, please. We always do your fantasies and quit frankly I’m tried of being the one that is always rescued.”
“Baka.”
“It’s not like I’m asking you to let me take you. All I want is for you to do one of my fantasies, please.”
“No, baka.”
“Please Heero. At least let me tell you.”
I could hear whispering, but I couldn’t make any of it out. And then I could have sworn I heard Heero laugh slighty.
“Will see about that, my baka.”
THE END
I think I was going to write a sequel but since I can’t remember what that sequel was going to have in it, I think I’ll leave this a one-shot.
Please review.
Ja ne
I thought I lost this story until I was cleaning out my closet and found the disk. I wrote this probably three or four years ago and I haven’t changed anything. But I hope you guys like.
The Room
Ravenx
The bright flame of the torches that lined the golden wall lit the way. As I past them by I can feel a small amount of heat lay upon my arms for a short moment. The pictures on the walls tell the story of the past. So beautiful I find them. It really is amazing that mortal hands are the ones who put them there. Even the Gods must be envious. As I approach the large door I feel my heart will explode. I have waited for this moment for the past two weeks and now finally it is here. I signal the large guard to open the door and allow me entrance. He dares not speak to me or touch me. For only my Pharaoh can do that.
The door makes a scratching sound as it rakes over the floor. When it is open enough for my slim body to enter I do, for I can not wait any longer. As I enter the grand bed that we share greets me. It has fresh pure white sheets on it. The room is gold just like the halls, with beautiful crafted sculptures every where of past Pharaohs and a couple of himself.
The room is exactly like I left it this morning except for the sheets. And including no him. But they told me he had returfromfrom battle and had called upon me to meet him in his, no, our bedchambers. But he is not here. Maybe he was detained by some of his annoying courts men. I walk out onto the nice cool balcony where the wind is blowing every so slightly. The smooth rocks that cover it are cold to bear feet. But I have gotten use to them. The view that looks out over the country of Egypt is absolutely incredible. The moon shines down on the Nile casting eerie yet beautiful shadows that dance upon it. The pyramids tower in the distance casting the city below in the everlasting shadows of the great Pharaohs of the past.
When I feel a presence behind me I start to turn and tell them to leave this forbidden place. But then I felt those familiar hands glade down from my bear shoulders to the small of my back. Then they wrapped themselves around my waist and held my closely. I could feel his bear chest and taut stomach press against my bare back. His large golden and turquoise necklace was cool to the back of my neck. His breath brought chills to my spine as he whispered sweetly in my ear, “My Little Kitten, you are as beautiful as the day I left you. I have dreamt of coming back to you and holding you. You are the reason the battle was won so quickly, so I could come back to you.”
His words make me smile. He always treats me like an angel and not like his slave. But that is what I am. His slave. But he treats me so much better than his other slaves. With his arms still wrapped around my waist, I turn in his arms and wrap mine around his neck. I bury my fingers in his rich dark brown hair and pull him closer. Our lips touch gently at first in a very passionate kiss. But then it becomes more harsh and wanting as we both fight for control. But he is far stronger than me and always gets his way. His grip on my waist tightens and he lifts me up off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tightly as he carries me back inside and over to the bed we have shared for the past several years.
He lays me down gently, allowing my head to fall every so softly onto our pillows. He kisses down my neck, biting places along the way and then kissing them again. He is a rough yet gentle lover. I have always loved that about him. My chest comes next followed by my well defined stomach. I am his slave, therefore I must keep in shape for him. Unlike the female slaves, us males must do hard labor sometimes. But my master, my Pharaoh does not allow me to work to hard. He once told me that my beauty deserves attention and that it shouldn’t be flawed in any way. Therefore he allows no one to touch me or to even talk to me. He is very jealous. He says he is afraid that someone else will see my beauty and take me away from him.
But I would never go. Even if I had to die. Death would be welcomed if I could not be with him. We would always met in the after life. But I could never live without these lips of his. He tickles my belly button because he knows that drives me crazy. All I know is that I want him. All I know is that I have to have him. And I tell him just that. “Master, please...master...take me...please.” I can stand it no more I need him inside of me. And before I know it my golden bracelets, necklace, arm bands, and ankle bracelets are throne on the floor with his. Both of our small white skirts are also tossed to the ground.
He kisses me roughly again but this time one of his fingers enters me. There is pain at first but it soon subsides and only pleasure remains. Another finger, then another. Soon he has me begging for him again. “Please...I need you...take me...I’m yours...master, please.” He looks up at me and gives me one of his rare smiles. “If that is what you want my little kitten, then you shall have it.”
He places my legs over his shoulders and slowly enters me. Again the pain returns but is shortly replaced by pleasure. He stops once he is completely inside of me and waits for me to adjust. As soon as I am ready I give him a small nod that signals him to continue.
He slowly pulls out almost all the way and then he enters me again. He kisses my neck and my chest with each thrust. I can not get him inside of me enough. I arc my back to give him further access, and he hits that special spot inside of me that makes me scream in pleasure. I start to push back, encouraging him to go faster. He does. He reaches in between us and places his hand around me. He pumps in rhythm to his thrust. And before long I feel the heat building inside of me. I come all over our chest and his hand.
As I come I clap down on him and force him to come as well.
Afterwards we lay in each others arms and just hold each other. But it doesn’t last to long. The hologram room changes back to the original. With nothing but a bed, chair, and table. The golden walls go back to the boring white, as does the floor and ceiling. We get up and start to get dressed when I think of something.
“Trowa?”
“Yes, little kitten?”
“We always do my fantasies. Why not next time we do one of yours?”
Trowa walks over to me once he is completely dressed. “Quatre, I rather like being your master. And besides you’ve already fulfilled my fantasies.”
With that he kisses me gently as we exit the hologram room. As we leave Duo and Heero start to enter. As Trowa leads me to our room, I can’t help but over hear part of their conversation.
“Oh, come on Heero, please. We always do your fantasies and quit frankly I’m tried of being the one that is always rescued.”
“Baka.”
“It’s not like I’m asking you to let me take you. All I want is for you to do one of my fantasies, please.”
“No, baka.”
“Please Heero. At least let me tell you.”
I could hear whispering, but I couldn’t make any of it out. And then I could have sworn I heard Heero laugh slighty.
“Will see about that, my baka.”
THE END
I think I was going to write a sequel but since I can’t remember what that sequel was going to have in it, I think I’ll leave this a one-shot.
Please review.
Ja ne