Chapter 1: M

Athrun, Kira, Dearka, Yzak, and Shinn were seated in a group in one of the vast rooms of Cagalli's mansion on Orb, pleasantly chatting. Coincidentally, all of them had been visiting Orb at the same time, so they decided to have a little get-together. The war was over, and though they had shared animosity towards each other in the past, it was now a time of peace and they were glad that they could now be on better terms.

Inevitably, the topic turned to women.

"So how's Lacus in bed?" asked Dearka suddenly, while leering suggestively at Kira.

Everyone immediately perked up and turned to Kira, who flushed a brilliant shade of red.

"Wh-what?" stammered Kira, completely taken by surprise, though he had heard the question perfectly clearly.

"Is she an idol down there too?" Dearka's smirked stretched wider and wider at Kira's obvious shock and embarrassment, while Shinn and Yzak snickered unkindly. Kira could only open and close his mouth, stuttering and gaping wildly.

Feeling pity, and also slightly hot in the ears from the choice of topic, Athrun decided to give his best friend a break and interjected, "Hey now, it's really none of our business what those two are up to." He smiled kindly at Kira, who returned his look with a grateful smile of his own.

Dearka frowned. Athrun could be such spoilsport at times, what with his politeness and and proper-ness and gentlemanly manner.

"Aren't you in the least bit curious?" questioned Dearka with a sidelong glance at Athrun. His eyes glittered. "Especially since you're a virgin and all."

This time, it was Athrun's turn to choke, blush, and sputter. His embarrassment confirmed their suspicions. Yzak and Shinn looked surprised, but their initial astonishment quickly turned to perverse delight as they witnessed Athrun's mortification. They had rarely ever seen Athrun lose his cool, and it was quite a welcome change to see him flustered. Dearka also sat back, enjoying Athrun's red-faced chagrin quite thoroughly.

Shinn was the first to take a jab at Athrun.

"I'm actually quite surprised you're still a virgin, Athrun," jeered Shinn, cocking his eyebrow condescendingly at Athrun. "You were always acting so mature back in ZAFT, as if you knew so much more than everyone else. Who knew you're still a newbie recruit when it comes to women."

Athrun felt as though his face would fall off from all the blushing he was doing. He knew he probably looked ridiculous right now, and that added an extra degree to his humiliation. He had no idea how to reply. After all, it was completely true. Athrun Zala had absolutely no experience in that department.

Kira looked pityingly at Athrun, and decided to return the favor from earlier by deflecting the attention away from Athrun. "W-wait a moment. I'm sure Athrun's not the only virgin here." He looked pointedly in Yzak's direction, and everyone turned to stare as well.

However, Yzak was completely unfazed, and even had a smug look on his face. "That's where you're wrong," sniggered Yzak gleefully. "Seems I beat you on this one, Athrun."

Taken completely by surprise, Athrun turned to gape at Yzak. "Y-you s-since when?" Athrun couldn't keep himself from becoming uncharacteristically incoherent. Sex was a conversational topic that he rarely participated in, not to mention, he couldn't imagine Yzak actually attracting a woman. For one, Yzak had always staunchly ignored the opposite sex and seemed to consider them an annoying distraction, and two, Yzak was always scowling and snappish and Athrun felt that no woman in her right mind could possibly be attracted to Yzak. And anyway, why did Yzak of all people have to beat him in this particular area? It was just too much humiliation to bear.

Yzak only smirked in reply, whereas Kira could only gaze apologetically at Athrun because his plan had backfired.

"You still haven't made a move on Cagalli yet, Athrun?" said Dearka mockingly. "Poor girl. She must be so frustrated that her boyfriend's such a wuss."

Athrun glared furiously at Dearka, who was the cause of his current humiliation. "That's completely inappropriate! She's a princess! She would never-" Tightlipped, Athrun decided to end the conversation once and for all and stood up and stormed out of the room. His face was an interesting shade of scarlet from rage and embarrassment and he could still hear their snickers as he exited huffily. He headed toward his room, his face still warm, and finally collapsed on his bed, breathing heavily, with one arm covering his green eyes as he tried to calm himself down.

After a few moments, Athrun managed to compose himself to reflect on what had transpired. He felt a little surge of shame, this time not because they had found out that he was a virgin, but because he had acted so immaturely. Athrun wished he had handled the situation a little differently and kept his cool, but deep down, he was also a little frustrated by his virgin status. In all his twenty years of life, he had only been close to two women, Lacus and Cagalli. For the time he had been Lacus's fiance, the farthest he had gone with her were brief, tame bumps of their lips. Though there had been plenty of women who had thrown themselves all over him and tried to seduce him, he had rejected all of their advances, not only because he would have felt guilty toward Lacus, but also because he just was not interested.

As for Cagalli, the kisses he had shared with her were a little more passionate, and she was the first women for whom he had lustful urges, but he had always quickly suppressed those thoughts because he knew Cagalli wasn't ready. She was busy running a country, and she had even less experience with men than he had with girls. He did not want to rush her; he would take her when she wanted him to. He treasured Cagalli, and resigned himself to putting up with the others' jeering for however long it took before Cagalli was willing. He sighed and prepared himself for the ordeal that awaited him. He knew they would be merciless.

Back in the room, Dearka, Yzak, and Shinn were still chortling over Athrun's mortification. Kira just sighed sadly. Inwardly, he was split between his pity for Athrun and his over-protective feelings toward his sister. Truthfully, he was actually quite relieved that nothing indecent had happened between Athrun and Cagalli. She was his sister!

"That was a productive meeting," smirked Yzak as they got up to leave. He was already imagining all the different ways he was going to rub this incident in Athrun's face. Shinn was also thinking along the same lines. Athrun was going to pay dearly for acting so superior and worldly.
Dearka was the last to leave the room, when he noticed a tuft of blond hair peeking from around the corner in the reflection of an ornamental vase decorating the hallway.

"You guys go first! I'm just going to use the bathroom real quick," called Dearka to their retreating forms, before heading toward where a certain blonde was hiding.

Cagalli panicked when she realized that Dearka knew exactly where she was. She had been walking past the room, when she heard the word virgin being uttered, and couldn't resist to eavesdrop. Her face turned red as she remembered what they had been talking about, and became a few shades darker as Dearka rounded the corner with a knowing smirk on his face.

"I'm assuming you heard everything?" said Dearka, grinning down at Cagalli, who could only give a muffled squeak as she stared down at the ground.

"You really have your boyfriend wrapped around your finger," remarked Dearka conversationally. Cagalli's flushed more brightly, though her face had already been an impossible shade of scarlet that contrasted with her brilliant blonde hair. Dearka decided to give poor, frustrated Athrun a hand.

"Don't you want to make Athrun happy?" asked Dearka persuasively. "That poor guy's already used up all his self-restraint. He really cares about you, you know."

Cagalli looked up at him for the first time.

"I do! I really want him to be happy!" she responded earnestly, looking straight into Dearka's eyes, but then blushed and slid her eyes to the side as she added in a smaller voice, "but I don't know how." She twisted her hands in embarrassment, and her fingers automatically fled to the ring with the red gem on her hand.

Things were going exactly as Dearka planned. He grinned. Athrun owed him big time.

"Don't worry. I'm an expert on this topic. I'll tell you everything you need to know about men." He leaned in closer to Cagalli, and began his lecture in a low voice.

"Now, the first thing you have to know about Athrun is that he's a complete masochist..."

Cagalli's faced colored redder and redder as Dearka continued his lesson.

Athrun groaned groggily, his lids felt so heavy. He wondered what time it was. He felt as though he had been out for a while, and tried to remember what had happened earlier. It was uncharacteristic of him to fall so deeply asleep and he wondered if he was getting sick. He though back to the last thing he was doing before he had fallen unconscious, and with a jab of mortification, he remembered the meeting. His wrists itched. Then, rather vaguely, he recalled Cagalli serving a strange tea...

"Athrun," whispered a voice near his ear. He felt someone prodding him on his side. His eyes snapped open to find Cagalli staring down at him.

"Cagalli," groaned Athrun. Then he blinked. He wondered if he was dreaming. Cagalli was sitting beside him, completely naked.

"What are you-" sputtered Athrun in surprise. He blushed and quickly turned his head to avoid looking at her luscious nakedness and fought down a waveof desire as he struggled to sit up when he met with a second surprise.

He was tied to the headboard of the bed.

"What's going on?" gasped Athrun, completely shocked. He was wide awake now, and realized that he was lying on his back on the bed, with his pale wrists bound together to the bars of the headboard. He strained to free his hands, but to no avail and turned his eyes pleadingly to Cagalli, but was once again met with her nudity. He averted his eyes a second time.

Cagalli blushed at her lack of clothing and shyly tried to cover her round breasts with her hands.

"W-well..." started Cagalli, "I just thought it was about time we did something like this..." Her face turned pinker.

"Wh-what?" Athrun once again found himself incoherent for the second time that day. He raised his dark eyebrows in bewilderment. Was Cagalli really going to do what he was thinking she was going to do? That thought, added with the fact that she was completely naked and in close proximity, was making him grow hard, though he struggled to contain himself.

"I just want you to be happy," said Cagalli shyly. "I don't want you to be frustrated because of me anymore."

"What makes you think that I'm-" Athrun gave a sharp gasp and his eyes widened as Cagalli straddled him and pressed her full, naked breasts to his body. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his lean abs as Dearka had instructed her to do, and gave a series of light kisses from his collarbone to his chest. Her blond hair tickled his well-muscled front, and Athrun shuddered from the pleasure, jerking wildly when Cagalli slowly slid her hand down to the hardness between his thighs and unzipped his pants.

His hands straining against the ropes that bound him, he gave a muffled moan as Cagalli slipped her hand into his pants and began to tease his throbbing arousal.

"S-stop," moaned Athrun unconvincingly. His mind was completely overtaken by Cagalli's gentle stroking, and he felt as though he were drowning in a haze of lust, desire, and pleasure. He was ashamed by the longing that manifested itself in his now erect member. His body was trembling all over.

Cagalli felt herself growing wet as she looked at Athrun's panting and flushed face, his bluish black bangs sticking to his damp forehead. His brows were furrowed by his attempts to resist the pleasure that was overwhelming him, and she enjoyed the power she had over him. She leaned down to give a lingering kiss on his lips.

"No-Ah-" gasped Athrun as the titillation from Cagalli's smooth, soft hands became unbearable. He could not restrain himself any longer and realized that he was on the brink of release. He felt humiliated by his lack of self-control, and with a jolt of his body, he came in a burst of mind-numbing and intense pleasure.

Still breathing hard, with sweat beading his forehead, Athrun felt his body automatically relax after his release and closed his dark green eyes in shame as he fought back feelings of self-hatred. He was distressed that he had given in so easily and quickly to the pleasure.

Opening his eyes slightly, he looked at Cagalli through damp eyelashes. She was also flushed and sweaty and seemed a little confused and at a loss at what had just happened. He could not help but notice the layer of dampness on her ripe and firm breasts, and her blushing pink lips which were held slightly open as she inhaled and exhaled.

"Untie me," demanded Athrun in a strangled voice. "Please." He was begging now, though he realized it was already too late to preserve his dignity. He already felt himself melting into a shameless slop of desire. To his horror, he was growing taut again from looking at her lush and womanly body, and found himself wanting to run his lips over her soft and slender neck and take one of her pink nipples into his mouth.

"Hold on, I'm not done yet," responded Cagalli. She looked down nervously at Athrun, and found his face, tortured from shame yet pink from a misture of desire and shame, irresistible. She worried a little if she might be getting a little too addicted to Athrun's agonized gasps and tortured facial expressions, and wondered if her inner sadist was awakening.

She slid down his body, until her face was right above his aroused member.

With a jolt of dismay and anticipation, he realized what she was about to do. He knew that he was about to lose every ounce willpower, and he detested himself for his weakness and how much firmer he was growing from the prospect of it. The anguish of trying to resist his arousal was unbearable...

Athrun convulsed and bit back a groan as her hot mouth closed around him. Oh god... he mentally screamed. He knew he was losing it, and he clenched his teeth to prevent himself from relinquishing his last bit of sanity to the all-encompassing pleasure that her tongue was giving him. Her mouth was so hot and wet, her tongue was so agile... He was gasping and straining against the ropes, senseless to the burn and rawness of his wrists amidst the nebulous haze of lust and gratification emanating from the source of his arousal.

Athrun could not hold back another moan that erupted from his gritted teeth as Cagalli began to pump her mouth up and down over his quivering shaft, curling and uncurling her fiery red muscle around it. He was burning and feverish. He could not prevent himself from thrusting into her as well. He was going to come... Cagalli suddenly withdrew her mouth.

"Not yet," whispered Cagalli. Athrun was panting and sweaty all over and his body was taut and quivering. Cagalli found herself wanting to make him cry out some more. The green eyes that were half-hidden by dark lashes were glazed and moist. She could see from his face that he was in agony from the pleasure she was giving him.

"Pl-please," groaned Athrun, tormented, as Cagalli let go of him and shifted to a sitting position. He watched her weakly through eyes half-closed from the ardor and sensual stimulation. She gripped his burning shaft, and prepared to push it into herself. In a panic, Athrun struggled to free himself from the ropes, but to no avail. Now he really would lose all reason, and Athrun felt his mind growing blank as he felt her warm insides pulling him in.

"Ah-ah," yelped Cagalli. It was more painful than she had expected, but she persisted until he was completely inside her. She could feel him trembling below her, and experimentally thrusted her hips. Athrun's reaction was immediate as he gave a sharp intake of breath and convulsed. Growing a little more confident, she began to pump harder, and Athrun matched her rhythm with his thrusting. He had completely succumbed to the pleasure and he closed his eyes and moaned her name.

Cagalli could feel the warmth building. She had never experienced this feeling before. Her insides were contracting.

She could not keep her cries inside, and she took a little glance at Athrun's face. His eyes were closed and his face was strained as she rode him, and he was shuddering all over from the pleasure and his teeth were gritted. Both of them were panting heavily.

The warmth built to an unbearable crest, and Cagalli arched her back and came with a muffled scream. Athrun followed soon after, giving a strangled cry of his own and releasing himself in waves of pleasure inside her.

Still breathing heavily, they relaxed a little in the afterglow. Cagalli blanketed herself over his body, and gave Athrun's hungry lips a passionate kiss. Her hair fell like a golden curtain around him. He enjoyed the feeling of her soft breasts against the hardness of his chest.

"How was it?" Cagalli asked.

"Good," was all Athrun could manage, thought that was an understatement. Never in his life had he felt so amazing. Athrun winced. Just now, he was starting to feel the pain of his still-bound wrists. Cagalli noticed this, and paled.

"I'm really sorry about that," said Cagalli, scrambling to untie him.

"It's alright."

"I only did that because Dearka said you were a masochist and you would like it more if I tied you up." She blushed.

Athrun groaned. So it was Dearka. Athrun had stopped counting how many times that day he had been humiliated by Dearka. Dearka would pay, but later. Instead, Athrun focused his attention on Cagalli, and enveloped her tightly in his now free arms.

Cagalli flushed. Now that she wasn't the one in control, she suddenly felt embarrassed at what she had done. Nervously, she peered at Athrun, who seemed content with burying his face in her hair and neck and running his hands through her blonde hair. It had frustrated him that he had not been able to do this while they were making love, and he satisfied himself now by running his hands gently over her body.

"Hey," whispered Athrun huskily in her ear, "Let's do that again."

Wordlessly, Cagalli could only nod through her red-faced shyness as Athrun began to kiss her neck, trying to leave marks on her delicate skin and tender breasts.

This time, Athrun was on top.

"Hey, stop that!" giggled Miriallia Haw as she rolled around in the cool white sheets of the bed with Dearka playfully kissing her all over.

Dearka grinned wolfishly down at her uncovered body. She was plump and lean in all the right places, and he wanted to do her now. As he leaned in to kiss her white breasts, she suddenly stopped him.

"I have a surprise for you today," she grinned mischievously.

"Oh?" smirked Dearka, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yep. Now close your eyes."

Grinning, Dearka obediently did so when he heard a metallic click. Opening his eyes in surprise, he found himself chained to the bed post in silver hand cuffs.

"Getting naughty now, aren't we," leered Dearka in anticipation.

"It gets better." From under the bed, Miriallia produced something that made Dearka's smile slip off his face and go pale in horror.

"Wh-what," sputtered Dearka in surprise. "Don't tell me you're going to use that!"

It was a strap-on penis. Gleefully, Miriallia put it on.

"I've always wanted to know how it felt like in the guy's position," grinned Miriallia.

"H-hold on," stuttered Dearka, "I'm not sure if that's-"

"Nonsense." Miriallia cut him off, "You're going to love this. Athrun told me you've always been into kinky stuff like this. Now bend over!"

Oh fuck, was Dearka's last thought.

A/N: Please read and review! This is my first time writing something so smutty, I'm a little embarassed. :D But I love torturing Athrun, and I'm pretty sure that he's actually a masochist. He's always so angsty and tormented, but that's what makes him such an attractive character. I just wanna give that guy a hard time! XP