(fic) Captured - GW
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katikatTitle: Captured
Author: KatiKat
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Pairing: 13+5 (TreizeXWufei)
Warnings: AU, Lemon!
Notes: The old little me and my darling![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
michalyn decided to try something new - we both took the same plot bunny and wrote a story - either of us one - just to see what would come out of it, what approach we would choose, how different the fics would be. And this story is mine. I would also like to thank yami_tai for the wonderful beta job! :)
Captured
by KatiKat
The gentle sound of logs popping in the fireplace, the deep orange glow spreading through the warm bedchamber, the golden flames the only source of light for the intimate company of two...
Thick white fur on the highly polished hardwood floor, two glasses of champagne with strawberries soaking in the bottom, a piece of a delicious cake with a lot of cream to lick from naughty fingers...
And on the fur, the most precious possession of his, with skin the color of bronze and long graceful limbs and well defined muscles, hard but smooth, deadly but oh so gentle...
Long black hair let out of its tight prison and spread on the snow-white background of fur, a content, relaxed look on the usually too stern face, eyes half closed in sleepy fulfillment, long fingers running up and down the skin that his lips had mapped so carefully just moments ago...
Sitting next to the icon that in his eyes couldn't be compared to anything but the ancient gods of Greek mythology or the angels fallen from heaven, he can't help but touch, rediscovering all the places he thought he knew so well but was mistaken...
His and only his...
A moan escapes from the puffed up, bruised lips of his fallen angel and resembling too much to the purr of a wild cat, sensual and demanding but never tamed, he feels a wave of possessiveness rise in him that threatens to flood and destroy the beacon of common sense that this wild and passionate creature already shook to its foundations...
He runs one hard palm up the muscled thigh, spreading his lover's legs further until his fingers touch the hardening organ in the cleft of his crotch, teasing the sensitive sack there and rubbing the spot right behind it, the one that drives his angel into the arms of hot, steaming passion. And at the same time...
A silent ka-chink! Followed by a soft hissing sound...
The black eyes gleaming with passion open wide and the hands fly up to destroy the sinfully godless image he just captured forever as a legacy no one will ever see...
The voice hoarse with passion fueled by nimble fingers finding their way into the well-lubed entrance protests half-heartedly: "T-Treize, what are you... ahh...." Arms slide down and fingers grip the thick white fur while the lean body arches up, head thrown backwards and mouth open in silent scream...
Yes, exactly there...
With a sinful smirk he rubs the small nub inside his lover from where the passion spreads like wild fire to all nerve endings, making his lover bend his legs at the knees involuntarily and giving him better access to the most secret of places. He touches the button on his camera and another ka-chink echoes through the room...
A frown settles on the sweat soaked forehead, but the eyes stay only half-closed, shining like polished obsidian, the bruised lower lip caught between sharp teeth in a last effort to keep the moan, the scream from escaping...
Rubbing and caressing and paying no attention to the demanding, needy organ, he presses the trigger again to capture the image in front of him, the essence of pure passion on the face of a man whom everybody except for him knows as solemn, even prudish...
If they just knew and saw... But they never will... This is just for him...
Ka-chink!
"Treize!" The forced shout of helpless indignation that turns into a long keening moan at end, making the smaller man cover his mouth with his hands, makes him feel so powerful, just like the narrow hips that rise from the ground to meet his probing fingers...
With an evil, naughty thought forming in his head, he leans closer and puffs the hot air from his lungs on the head of his lover's hard member, so close but not quite touching. The smaller man buckles and as he touches the secret place in his lover's body again, the bronze body in his care grows taught, a loud yell escaping the self-made gag of calloused hands as the growing passion reaches its peek and plunges his lover into the abyss of release...
Ka-chink!
Wiping the heaving stomach and sensitive parts with a soft tissue, he can't help it but kiss the head of the softening organ, making the other man groan softly...
With a content smile he regards the sinful image of his lover with his legs bent and spread wide, hands resting on the sweat-soaked chest, head turned away from the fire. But not even the dancing shadows the flames paint can hide the deep, deep blush that covers the face with eyes closed and swollen lips moving in rhythm with deep breaths.
Another ka-chink with the silent hiss following.
"If you ever show those to anybody, I swear I will kill you," the smaller man threatens without opening his eyes in a voice hoarse from relieved passion.
He grins, setting the camera on the fur, then crawls over his lover to cover him with his body. Rubbing gently against the man under him, he props himself on his hands and pushes the arms on the heaving chest apart his nose. Then he licks his way up to his lover's throat up to the flushed face, nibbling at the corner of the swollen mouth.
And when his lover finally turns his head to look up at him, he claims tempting mouth in a passionate kiss. "Never, Wufei," he answers as they pull apart, lacking oxygen. "I've captured you and now you belong to me."
Another kiss, tongues delving deep; a dance, not a battle. Arms embracing, head turned to the side, allowing access to the throat with the silently beating jugular... the ultimate sign of submission and trust...
Passion rising, surpassing the flames in the fireplace with its heat...
And on the floor, a camera with precious moments captured forever...
The End
Merry Christmas, my dear friends! *huggles all her friends and readers*
Author: KatiKat
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Pairing: 13+5 (TreizeXWufei)
Warnings: AU, Lemon!
Notes: The old little me and my darling
michalyn decided to try something new - we both took the same plot bunny and wrote a story - either of us one - just to see what would come out of it, what approach we would choose, how different the fics would be. And this story is mine. I would also like to thank yami_tai for the wonderful beta job! :)Captured
by KatiKat
The gentle sound of logs popping in the fireplace, the deep orange glow spreading through the warm bedchamber, the golden flames the only source of light for the intimate company of two...
Thick white fur on the highly polished hardwood floor, two glasses of champagne with strawberries soaking in the bottom, a piece of a delicious cake with a lot of cream to lick from naughty fingers...
And on the fur, the most precious possession of his, with skin the color of bronze and long graceful limbs and well defined muscles, hard but smooth, deadly but oh so gentle...
Long black hair let out of its tight prison and spread on the snow-white background of fur, a content, relaxed look on the usually too stern face, eyes half closed in sleepy fulfillment, long fingers running up and down the skin that his lips had mapped so carefully just moments ago...
Sitting next to the icon that in his eyes couldn't be compared to anything but the ancient gods of Greek mythology or the angels fallen from heaven, he can't help but touch, rediscovering all the places he thought he knew so well but was mistaken...
His and only his...
A moan escapes from the puffed up, bruised lips of his fallen angel and resembling too much to the purr of a wild cat, sensual and demanding but never tamed, he feels a wave of possessiveness rise in him that threatens to flood and destroy the beacon of common sense that this wild and passionate creature already shook to its foundations...
He runs one hard palm up the muscled thigh, spreading his lover's legs further until his fingers touch the hardening organ in the cleft of his crotch, teasing the sensitive sack there and rubbing the spot right behind it, the one that drives his angel into the arms of hot, steaming passion. And at the same time...
A silent ka-chink! Followed by a soft hissing sound...
The black eyes gleaming with passion open wide and the hands fly up to destroy the sinfully godless image he just captured forever as a legacy no one will ever see...
The voice hoarse with passion fueled by nimble fingers finding their way into the well-lubed entrance protests half-heartedly: "T-Treize, what are you... ahh...." Arms slide down and fingers grip the thick white fur while the lean body arches up, head thrown backwards and mouth open in silent scream...
Yes, exactly there...
With a sinful smirk he rubs the small nub inside his lover from where the passion spreads like wild fire to all nerve endings, making his lover bend his legs at the knees involuntarily and giving him better access to the most secret of places. He touches the button on his camera and another ka-chink echoes through the room...
A frown settles on the sweat soaked forehead, but the eyes stay only half-closed, shining like polished obsidian, the bruised lower lip caught between sharp teeth in a last effort to keep the moan, the scream from escaping...
Rubbing and caressing and paying no attention to the demanding, needy organ, he presses the trigger again to capture the image in front of him, the essence of pure passion on the face of a man whom everybody except for him knows as solemn, even prudish...
If they just knew and saw... But they never will... This is just for him...
Ka-chink!
"Treize!" The forced shout of helpless indignation that turns into a long keening moan at end, making the smaller man cover his mouth with his hands, makes him feel so powerful, just like the narrow hips that rise from the ground to meet his probing fingers...
With an evil, naughty thought forming in his head, he leans closer and puffs the hot air from his lungs on the head of his lover's hard member, so close but not quite touching. The smaller man buckles and as he touches the secret place in his lover's body again, the bronze body in his care grows taught, a loud yell escaping the self-made gag of calloused hands as the growing passion reaches its peek and plunges his lover into the abyss of release...
Ka-chink!
Wiping the heaving stomach and sensitive parts with a soft tissue, he can't help it but kiss the head of the softening organ, making the other man groan softly...
With a content smile he regards the sinful image of his lover with his legs bent and spread wide, hands resting on the sweat-soaked chest, head turned away from the fire. But not even the dancing shadows the flames paint can hide the deep, deep blush that covers the face with eyes closed and swollen lips moving in rhythm with deep breaths.
Another ka-chink with the silent hiss following.
"If you ever show those to anybody, I swear I will kill you," the smaller man threatens without opening his eyes in a voice hoarse from relieved passion.
He grins, setting the camera on the fur, then crawls over his lover to cover him with his body. Rubbing gently against the man under him, he props himself on his hands and pushes the arms on the heaving chest apart his nose. Then he licks his way up to his lover's throat up to the flushed face, nibbling at the corner of the swollen mouth.
And when his lover finally turns his head to look up at him, he claims tempting mouth in a passionate kiss. "Never, Wufei," he answers as they pull apart, lacking oxygen. "I've captured you and now you belong to me."
Another kiss, tongues delving deep; a dance, not a battle. Arms embracing, head turned to the side, allowing access to the throat with the silently beating jugular... the ultimate sign of submission and trust...
Passion rising, surpassing the flames in the fireplace with its heat...
And on the floor, a camera with precious moments captured forever...
The End
Merry Christmas, my dear friends! *huggles all her friends and readers*
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Date: 2005-12-23 05:10 pm (UTC)Just beautiful! ♥♥♥
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Date: 2005-12-23 10:53 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the feedback! I'm happy you liked it. And Merry Christmas! *smooch*
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Date: 2005-12-23 11:06 pm (UTC)Have a Merry Christmas sweetie! Thank you for sharing the yummy fic!*Hugs*
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