Disclaimer: I do not own Macross Frontier in any way. I do not gain profit from this, it is a fanwork.

This is one of my first fanfictions. THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS YAOI. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Ichi: Lust.

Brera sat against the cold stony wall. He shivered as a drop of grimy water dripped from some leaky pipe above onto his already damp skin. He curled in on himself. Waiting for something to happen, but at the same time… Scared of what that happening might be. Scary things happened to him here. Ironic really. Most people consider their home to be a safehaven, where the worst pain they'd feel is if they stubbed their toe on a table leg or something. But not Brera. His home was not safe. His home was where most of the pain he ever felt came to him. Came to him… No. Was inflicted on him when he was bad. When he broke one of the many stupid rules that existed in his home only, and to him specifically. It wasn't fair. Everybody else could come and go as they pleased, do whatever they wanted within reason as long as they got their work done.

But not Brera. He wasn't allowed to do anything but sit and ponder about his sad, broken, twisted life until he was needed for something. Sometimes he was needed for a dreaded stress relief session with somebody. Stress relief for the other person, not Brera. Although he could use some stress relief, seeing the way his life had gone for the past eleven years… But psychological help was not something that he had access to, no matter how badly he needed it. The other half of the time he was needed he ended up being Ranka's bodyguard. Brera liked Ranka, she was friendly towards him, which was something he rarely experienced. But being near the girl depressed him as well, she was loved, free, happy. All things that he never had been, and probably never would be.

Everybody seemed to think of him as a machine, just meant to do human bidding and nothing else. But Brera wasn't a machine. Yes, maybe he had some bits of metal inside him, but he was still a person with his own emotions and thoughts, and it hurt him when people just used him for their benefits and then tossed him aside when he had accomplished what they wanted done. And what hurt him the most was when he was unable to accomplish what they wanted, and they just threw him away like some broken toy. He would then be "fixed". The fixing did more bad than good, all it did was instill more fear and pain into his life. And then. He would remain isolated in his room for days, maybe months, he could never tell, but he would sit in the dark room, alone, scared, betrayed with minimum food and water, just enough to keep him alive, an empty existence, not living for anything except to sit and feel the time pass. And then they would just go back to normal as if nothing had happened. "Do this." "Do that", he lived a life of following orders, and was being hurt mentally and physically all the while.

He was jolted out of his thoughts upon hearing the familiar "PING" go off in his head. Somebody had sent him a message on his internal messaging system. Probably Grace. It was always her. She was one of the only people that had access to that system, and everybody else who had access didn't care about him enough to contact him. Brera cringed as he opened the message, bracing himself for the usual reprimand. Grace always managed to find fault in everything he did. Brera paid dearly for that.

He was surprised to find that it was actually not a vicious scolding for some unknown infraction, but just a notice that Grace would be going out for a few hours. Wait… Grace was going out… Brera smiled upon realizing that he could do whatever he wanted as long as he was not caught. Grace was the only one who enforced her silly rules, rules stating that he couldn't do this, he couldn't do that. But now he could break as many of those rules as he wanted, if he could do so without being caught on camera or being seen by somebody else. The others didn't enforce the rules, but they would tell Grace if they saw the teen breaking them. But not getting caught was a dream in itself. Cameras were situated in every hallway. He wasn't allowed to leave his room without permission, and due to such high security in the halls, leaving his room and remaining incognito about it would be impossible. Brera was sadly, confined to his room. His cold, damp, futon sized room…

This was going to be hard. There was literally nothing in his room, save for some damp blood stained towels that acted as his bed. Suddenly, a thought about a certain someone dashed through Brera's mind. A pink tinge appeared in his cheeks. He was blushing at the thought of that person. He liked that person very much. He found them to be… cute. Brera's smile soon turned into a frown as he became very aware of a partial erection that he hadn't noticed, let alone wanted to think about, but as the thought of that person grew in his head, so did his rebellious penis. Very soon it stood proud and tall and aching between his legs. He groaned in annoyance. It always popped up out of almost seemingly nowhere at the worst times. At least he was at home and not in public… Then Brera remembered that Grace wasn't home. She was the one who had set and enforced the rule that he couldn't touch himself. He hated that rule. It was the reason for many sleepless nights. But now that she wasn't there to monitor him, he could take care of the stupid thing once and for all.

Brera shuffled over to his towel nest and crawled into it, shifting around until he got comfortable. A shaky hand hesitated, and then lightly touched his erection. His breathing hitched. He hadn't masturbated for a long time. It was always an uncommon behavior for him. He was afraid to break the rule that stated that he couldn't. He kept telling himself over and over in his mind that there was no way that he would be caught in the act, that it was safe.

Semi reassured by his own comfort, time seemed to slow down as he spat on his hand and curled it around his shaft, lightly moving it up and down along the neglected organ. Brera groaned and arched his back into his touch. Grasping his swollen member tighter, his hand moved faster, roughly handling himself. Brera groaned and bucked his hips, thrusting his cock into his hand.

His other hand tightly squeezed the towel, the sensation pulsing through his nerves almost unbearable. The room filled with the sounds of gasping and moaning as he began to imagine that it wasn't himself that was shamelessly jacking himself off, but that person who just the thought of, had coaxed his cock into begging for attention.

He squeezed his eyes shut, gasping with every breath. He rubbed his thumb over the tip, feeling the precum that had seeped out. The cyborg was slightly miffed when he felt a pressure in his abdomen. He couldn't cum now… He wasn't even close to being done yet. Brera slid two fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva. He slowly moved his hand downwards, past his stomach, and past his manhood. He whimpered in bliss as his wet finger prodded his backside, before gently rubbing his entrance, coaxing the tight muscle to relax before slipping it in. A moan caught in his throat and Brera squirmed, trying to get used to the strange but heavenly feeling. As if by some strange instinct, his hand seemed to work his finger deeper into himself.

The sexually deprived teen curled his finger, stretching himself before adding a second finger into his tight heat. Now this was something he didn't do scissored his two fingers, feeling for a certain spot, and arched his back and cried out, stars flashing across his vision as he found it. Brera somehow managed to pull a towel to his mouth, biting down and muffling any further sounds. The walls were thick, but not too thick. And this was gonna be loud.

He roughly jabbed his two fingers as deep into that spot as he could, and waggled them furiously, trying to get as much sensation out of his prostate as possible. Pulling his fingers back out and thrusting them in over and over, stabbing that one special spot every time. Brera didn't know how much longer he could last like this, extreme sensations of pleasure jolting through his body, screaming into the towel, but the only thing that could be heard was a muffled sound and the wet sound of his fingers in his ass. Brera moaned as he felt the pressure in his abdomen grow tighter. He needed to cum. NOW. Out of desperation he grabbed his forgotten cock again and thrusted into his hand.

It wasn't long before his orgasm hit him like a sack of bricks. The cyborg's back arched, and his hips thrusted upwards as waves of white hot pleasure washed through him again and again. He shuddered and gasped as he felt his entrance clamp down on his fingers. His member stood up straight, reaching towards the heavens as it shot his seed all over his stomach. When it ended, Brera shivered from hypersensitivity and overstimulation, afraid to move in fear of forcing his currently weak body into another mind blowing orgasm. He was exhausted. His mind grew drowsy as sleep beckoned him. He didn't care about cleaning up after himself at this point. He just wanted to sleep, rest his tired muscles, forget about the gnawing hunger in his stomach, the fear of what Grace would do to him if she found out, the stress about. About… He couldn't even think anymore as he drifted into a restless slumber full of dreams relating to the guilty fun that he had just had.

Brera snuggled closer to the warm body next to him, nuzzling the back of their neck. The figure sighed, and pulled him closer, bringing a knee between his legs and rubbing his crotch. Brera gasped as he felt an erection forming, and tried to gain more friction by thrusting gently against their leg. He whimpered as the leg was suddenly removed, along with the warmth. He jumped as he felt a warm breath against his ear. They were crouching over him. How had he not noticed them…? He moaned when the knee returned to its place between his legs, rubbing harder now. Brera thrusted against it, and yet again the knee was removed.

"Impatient, are we? You naughty boy… Looks like I'll have to punish you." A genderless voice whispered in his ear. The cyborg froze in fear at the last sentence. He couldn't recall why those words scared him so much, but he knew he'd heard them before, and he knew that when he had heard them in the past, they brought misery. Brera hissed as he felt the person on his neck, kissing, biting and licking. He wrapped his arms around their back as they moved slowly down his body, paying an especially large amount of attention to his nipples, and dipping their tongue into his navel before stopping at his now engorged cock.

He heard the person say something undecipherable, and then felt them grab his length, pumping it up and down and then blowing warm air onto it. They were obviously enjoying the shivers they were sending up his spine. Brera almost yelped in surprise when they licked the tip of his cock. It felt like burning fire upon his already searing hot skin, and yet he bucked his hips upwards when they licked from the base to the tip, licking their lips deviously afterwards. Brera desperately tried to see the face of the mysterious person, but the room was shrouded in shadow, and their face was no exception.

Brera moaned as he felt a warm mouth engulf his member, taking all of him in deep into their throat and swallowing around the tip. The teen was reduced to a paralyzed sputtering blob of jelly as the person hummed, and began to bob their head up and down. He tried to thrust deeper into their warm mouth, but to his dismay that warm mouth was removed.

"You silly boy, didn't I say to be more patient? No? Well. I'm saying it now. Be patient, you will get your release, my love." The strange person said. Brera could barely make out a hint of a smile on their face as they placed their mouth back onto his cock. It didn't take long before he felt a familiar pressure in his abdomen, the pressure grew and grew, and Brera tried to warn the person that he was about to cum, but all he could get out were some gaspy moans. They apparently knew what he meant because their head bobbed faster.

Brera came hard into their mouth, and felt strangely satisfied as he watched them swallow some of the white liquid. The person pulled him into a kiss… Their face, it looked so familiar… But he couldn't quite recognize it… The room and person were fading fast, Brera tried to focus and hold onto the image of the person. He very much wanted to know who they were, but with the rest of the room, they faded into darkness.

Brera woke up with a jolt, gasping air into his sweat covered body. He shuddered. It had all been a dream, and the memory was already fading fast. He was already having trouble recalling the details, but couldn't shake off the feeling of distress that loomed over the dream. He checked his internal clock. 2:34 am. He didn't have to get up for another three and a half hours. Tucking away the thought of the erotic dream into the back of his mind, Brera drifted into the clutches of sleep for the second time that night.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, adrenaline filled blood rushed through his veins. Ragged breathing and heavy footsteps on a crunchy ground were the only two things that could be heard. Well, those two sounds, plus the blood curdling shrieks that he could hear resounding from his pursuer. Whatever it was…

Dark gnarly trees loomed over him, casting tall shadows in the moonlight. A white haze shrouded the forest. Kept him from seeing that was chasing him. Suddenly, Brera tripped over a root that he was sure hadn't been there before, and ended up sprawled out on the ground. He tried to stand, but collapsed back to the ground upon putting weight on his ankle. It was probably broken. Brera froze as he heard his pursuer come closer. He could hear its breathing now. It was too close for safety.

He set out to crawling, desperately trying to get away from the monster. The blond squeezed his eyes shut when he set his hand into a puddle of something warm and wet, the smell of blood wafting into the air. He did NOT want to see where the blood was coming from, and crawled around blindly, still trying to escape from whatever was chasing him. His crawling wasn't fast enough, he realized, when hot rancid breath washed over him. It was right behind him.

He cracked his eyes open and slowly turned his head, viewing a sight that would scar him for life. Bulging white eyes peeked out from under thorny black scales. Redish orange light seemed to seep from between the scales. A forked tongue slithered out of a toothy maw to lick over those ugly eyes, coating them with the blackish red sludge that foamed out of the monster's mouth. Horns sprouted out of the head and back at random intervals along it's spine, ragged torn black moth like wings hung off of its back. The sight of the weathered scales on its body was enough to make the teen puke.

The monster looked at him, before emitting the terrible shriek that Brera had heard earlier. So the sound hadn't come from its victims after all, but from the creature itself… Brera snapped out of his thoughts when it took a step closer to him. The traumatized cyborg wanted to scramble away, but found he couldn't move. The thing took another step towards him, before sending him flying with a swipe of its massive paw. It pounced on him as soon as he landed, and just stood there. Brera found he was able to move again, and dragged himself away. He made quite a distance from the monster before it was upon him again, clawing him apart, biting him. Then it gave him another chance to get away. The goddamn thing was playing with him like some cat with a mouse. Unfortunately for him, he was the mouse.

It grabbed him in its mouth, and Brera let out a shrill shriek as jagged teeth easily sliced through his skin, muscle and bone. Blood bubbled through his teeth and dripped onto the leafy ground below. But he then realized the crunchy things weren't leaves, but bones. The life was fading from him. He heard a faint voice, calling him, yelling at him. He focused on that voice, it was getting louder. He looked up for his last sight ever. The back of the monster's throat as it's massive mouth closed over his head. A hideous squelchy crunching noise filled his ears…

And then. He was awake again. Screaming as the memories of the dream, no, nightmare still rushed through his mind. Once he could think straight again, he noticed somebody in his room. Purple hair draped over her shoulder. Grace. What did she want? Brera checked the time. Shit. 6:12. I overslept. That's why she's here!

"Ah... Um. G-grace I'm so sorry I didn't mean to sleep late I um… I'm dead meat aren't I…?" Brera stammered. She had little patience for him when it came to stupid easy things such as waking up on time. Actually. She had little patience for him in general. He knew he was in trouble. He knew she would make him regret ever being born. She always did.

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I'm gonna end it here. I do not have regular internet access, do not expect regular updates.