Mistress of Blue Evil and I were sleeping over at my dad's house and got bored, so we decided to write a slash prompt. The rules were that it had to use the second person perspective… and it also had to involve a mirror. Please note that I enjoy screwing around inside Commander Sazabi's head. This particular story is set some years after the events of SD Gundam Force after Captain saves Madnug - or, at least, after we presume he saves Madnug judging by Shute's forward-flash later on at the end of the series... but that causes some elements of the past to change as well. One of those elements is Sazabi's survival. Instead of being killed, he's captured and secretly kept as an inhumanely treated POW in Blanc Base. Madnug accidentally finds him and… well, they remember their past lifetimes together since time-space around Madnug is screwy anyways. Also, Commander Sazabi's real name is apparently Stalemate… SD Gundam Force is not mine. I only own the plot, for what very little there already is. If robot sex bothers you, do not read further or plug an electric prong into an outlet ever again...
A mirror is an object with at least one polished and therefore specularly reflective surface.
~Wikipedia
i
For the love of you, you still can't figure out where he got the idea from...
Both of you have been bonded for a year. During that time, you've learned several things about the overall nature of your scientist bondmate. Aside from the fact he would willingly die for you (as you would the same for him), you've observed he's friendly, light-hearted, curious, and downright brilliant. He often stutters and rambles when he becomes excited about the experiments he regularly performs with Kao Lyn, and sharing that happiness he feels with you is so, so important to him. It's almost frightening how much he's changed since you originally met: back while you were still the Commander of the Magna Musai and he was General Zeong's SIC and borderline slave. He had been dreary and untrusting during that lifetime, but ever since being more or less "reborn" in the Guardian Force, his persona has changed so drastically. The GP-04 is still very much the same mech you came to love with every ounce of your darkened souldrive, yes, but now he's at least happy now.
No more Axia, no more Zeong, no more pointless warring... Madnug's new lease on life, and his joy, is all that matters to you now. But the most interesting thing that you've learned about him (or least interesting, depending on your perspective), is that he was never particularly a "kinky" mech.
This had plenty of disadvantages.
Madnug usually has the – unfortunate - tendency to volunteer for late shifts in the lab to further his research and pet projects (all of which, for the record, usually end up exploding). You're happy for him and think its fine that he's pursuing his love for science, but that often leaves you to your own devices alone in your shared quarters. It's happened more often than not, and regrettably for you, your aggressive programming as an Axian leaves you frequently craving the affections he can't give you in his absence. He often feels your anxiety and spiraling arousal through the bond and pleads that he'll come to your aid as soon as he can, but you can never last that long. The aching need is always too much to bear, and you always apologize and temporarily mute your link so you could please yourself without being distracting. Sometimes there will be the sporadic occasion where he'll lock himself in the storage closet and egg you on while you pleasure your aching array's needs. That much is fine, yes, but you still miss his physical affections terribly.
Madnug took notice. That finally led to his intervention with installing the mirror.
It's late in the afternoon, and Zapper Zaku's Credence Musai (the biggest, and final, Dark Axis flagship produced before General Zeong's destruction) had been docked with Blanc Base to refuel before reengaging themselves in patrolling the city's airspace. You're on the bridge overseeing the base securities when your bondlink with Madnug goes dark. You presume that he's merely trying to keep you from not becoming distracted on duty. It's only when he doesn't it back on quite sometime later that you start to worry. Shute - Chief Hero, the new head of Blanc Base who took control of the SDG after Chief Haro's death a year earlier - seemed to recognize your nervousness and allowed you retire from your post an hour earlier than usual. You were thankful for his generosity. You pace yourself on your way to the labs, passing Zako soldiers and Gundiver Seven on your way. Kao Lyn was the only one there. When you ask where your lover is, he replies that Madnug something about going to your shared room early.
Madnug "retiring early" when the laboratory was involved was something profoundly unheard of. Fearing that something was drastically amiss, you dashed off to yours and his shared room.
When you finally get there, you're completely caught off guard.
The main lights are out, but the candles provide just enough glow for you to make out your lover stretched on the berth. He straightens himself out invitingly after hearing you come in, ocean blue optics bright with adoration. Your fuel pump sputters haphazardly inside your chassis and your knees almost give out underneath you. You're very glad the door closes shut automatically behind you, because you know would've collapsed if you didn't have the option of heavily leaning against it. Madnug's narrow facemask is retracted, giving you a full view of his handsomely sculpted jaw and cheek plating: he's even more striking than Captain Gundam, and your engine revs with provocation. The circuits in your body depolarize immediately, painfully, and the ache of your arousal causes you to moan. You instinctively reach your hand out to the wall's console to activate the soundproofing. You have to focus very hard to keep your arm from shaking, from making yourself look weak...
Madnug casually reopens the bondlink, and you're instantly splashed with invitingly warm, murmuring thoughts and images that are just as promising as they're also tantalizing. He speaks to you through the connection, voice calming, soothing.
::I already took care of it, love.:: he says adoringly. He sits up and let his legs uncross to invitingly expose the curves and ridges of his armor plating and codpiece. He tilts his head to the side and watches you with a devious smirk crossing his face. ::Come here.::
"And this is why I love you," you say out loud in a murmur. Your voice has dropped am entire register with it. Attempting to straighten yourself out fails miserably. Feeling the last of your control beginning to ebb away into the pleasant buzz overtaking your body, you can only manage to half stagger, half stumble over to the berth before your insides' mounting frustration get the better of you. You scramble onto the berth and roughly press your faceplate to Madnug's perfectly crafted lips. You may not be able to kiss him traditionally, but Madnug more than makes up for it. The Gundam squirms lovingly beneath you, his lips trailing across your fang decals skillfully as he grabs your forearms to keep you in place. Primus, you wish he would wear his facemask down more often - he's too beautiful not to.
Madnug moans lightly, tone playful. You can feel the light smile forming on his mouth as he lightly nips your scarlet armor. His teeth catch on your jawline, and he bites with enough delicious force to leave your already frazzled tactile sensors humming. He feels your thoughts and grins, breaking the kiss to reach up and hold your face. He looks you in the optic, and there is a nearly overpowering sense of total and unhindered love through the bond. "But not nearly as beautiful as you are. Miss me?"
::Yes.:: you moan adoringly through the link. You send a pulse of affection through the connection. He responds with an equally loving wave of his own.
Then his other hand snaps forward and grips you between your legs.
"Oh." Your optic flares and you can't help but freeze at feeling the heat that explodes up your panel into your midsection. Despite your sheer size, Madnug utilizes your momentary instance of weakness to grip your shoulder and flip you onto your back. You land against the berth with a grunt and attempt to valiantly regain your composure, but you only made it as far as to prop yourself up on your elbows. The Gundam's quick and talented fingers work against the seams of your codpiece and render your attempts at redemption absurd. He rubs harshly, probingly, gently. All you could do is resist the urge to arch and fist the sheets while he works. It's when your arms finally began to tire from supporting your weight that you wholly surrender to your bondmate. Laying down, you tilt your head back and completely let yourself bathe in the warm tension building in your loins and lower belly, gradually allowing it to mount to a tense heat. Your glazing vision drifts upward as he leans up to suck on your tense throat cables. The shadows of the candlelight filter across the steel surface in fluttering, calm motions.
There's also a goddamn mirror on the ceiling.
You blink stupidly. Once, twice, three times. Through your fogging mind, you can't recall if it had ever been there before. The words "what the fuck" flitter through your processor, but you're only partly aware of it. Through it, you can see Madnug straddling you while he works at getting your interface hatch open. He seems to feel your thoughts and chuckles playfully, drawing his hands away from pleasing you. Instinctively and unable to control yourself, you watch hazily through the mirror as you arch to regain the bliss that was lost. You can't tell what he's up to at first, but then his intentions become blatantly apparent as you watch the mirror and see him grab your hips, lowering himself and kissing down your stomach. The anticipation is almost too much to bear...
Your vision wavers in and out of focus and you moan sharply to signal your gratification. Madnug wastes no time in teasing - he torturously runs his glossa around the rim of your still closed interface patch with cruel slowness, causing your frame to become wracked with hard trembling. He suddenly takes pity on you in that instant, and you could feel his sense of near childish glee when he finally enveloped his mouth against the node. Your breath caught in your chest and you almost forgot how to breathe. Your right hand swiftly goes to rest on the back of your lover's head while your left migrates up to your face. The entire unit trembles as you run it over your features before snapping your arm out to fist at the bed again as Madnug sucked particularly hard. The retractable seal of your interface port finally hisses open with the Gundam's menstruations, and as your spike judders free from its housing, white Gundam takes half of it down his throat without gagging. You're big, for the record – and Madnug doesn't miss a beat as he starts to hum and bob his handsome head. Your entire body jerks upward in a harsh spasm and you utter a sharp cry before forcing your vocalizer to mute itself. He's so fucking good at sucking you off, it doesn't seem real.
Madnug draws off finally, wiping his mouth and sitting upright, properly straddling you. You whine and buck from the loss of contact, wishing he would have sucked you off for a few minutes longer. Steam rises up from your armor and your valve rolls eagerly, just as desperate for attention. Madnug speaks through the bond suddenly – his voice soft. ::I'm sorry I let you become so wound up. Such a terrible waste… it must have been difficult without me.::
You can't properly respond right, and it's not just because your vocalizer was deactivated. The throbbing arousal was too much – he couldn't fucking think. All you know for certain is that you want him to rail you and that you want him to do it right now. You arch up pleadingly and reactivate your voice module out of desperation. "Please…"
He doesn't deny you.
Your vision momentarily blacks out and fails. You don't remember much, but the next thing you know, he's above you and nudging you open, slipping between your legs and yes, that's his spike pressing up against you now. He rocks his hips gently, letting himself rub the outside of your valve... and then he eases in. He's small, and you're more than receptive, so there's almost no resistance. He turns his head sideways as he comes to rest on your chest, catching your faceplate with his dentals in a hard kiss. All that mattered to you during those blurred moments was the warmth trickling up into your body from between your legs. It's a winding snake of heat, and judging by Madnug's trembling, he can feel it now too. You groan and your breath hitches when you feel Madnug's spike throb during the first shallow thrust. The Gundam mewls, hot and without restraint, while raking his fingers over your crimson chassis and following up with another thrust to set a slow pace. Whether or not he's actively trying to please you or keep his own grip on reality is beyond your level of comprehension right now. Electricity was suddenly dancing between the two of you and your lover writhes with it. Your energy fields mesh and synchronize. The sound of his own moans trails off into fluttering tone and the pitch wavers before raising an octave. He rolled his hips against you.
Sex with Madnug is fucking fantastic – even when it is slow like this. It never stays slow for long, anyways.
The head of the white mech's small spike presses into your sweet spot and it pulsates. The raw electricity that surges up into your limbs shoots through your entire neural net before looping back down between your trembling thighs. You shudder and remain entirely helpless to stop the several small, gasping pants that rip themselves free from your throat. "Ma-aahh... Madnuuug."
"Staaale~ you're sooo warm—ahh..." He utters your name with profound affection. He absolutely fucking adores you.
You look past Madnug's shoulder at the mirror. You didn't mean to look - in all honesty, you had forgotten the silly thing was even there - but now you can understand why he put it there.
Your face. Gods… despite your immobile features, you're entirely flushed. Your optic glows a dazed light pink and you could see coolant beading on your forehead. Now you can understand what Madnug sees in you… and, ultimately, what he was also missing whenever the two of you were separated and unable to be regularly intimate like this: Madnug is faring no better than you either. His entire body is trembling, white and blue highlighted armor wracked with shudders and sweat. You can clearly see how he quivers in the mirror's reflection, each of his thrusts gradually becoming faster...
The heat between your legs starts to build. A ruthless itch demanding relief is beginning to mount as well, and with the way Madnug's stomach is rubbing against your spike, you know it won't be long before you overload. Even though your interior's sweet spot - a small collection of tightly wrapped copper wires in the left hand corner of your interface port - was only occasionally in the line of Madnug's loving thrusts, the pulsating warmth inside your valve causes it to become stimulated nevertheless. You can distinctly feel the electric white charge building around the base of your insides before steadily spiraling towards the top. It was almost unbearable, and then that was when you felt the definitive signs of our steadily approaching overload: a tight tingling and sensation of liquid fire developing in your loins.
The same seems to instantly apply for Madnug. His breath catches and he starts to rapidly pant. His movements become a little more frantic and desperate, his thrusts deepening as he moves automatically. "St-Stalemate… oh gods please, I'm… I'm s-so cloooose…"
You move your head to look at him without even thinking. You meet gazes - hazy pink locking with glazing blue - and you kiss his mouth to silence him. That was all it took.
Madnug shudders with his overload, breaking the kiss to cry out against your broad chest. He's usually always the one to cum first like this, but you don't mind at all: having enough wits about himself to properly watch Madnug come undone is worth. The small mech's mouth pops open with a harsh gasp for breath. You can feel him shooting off inside you in hot and quick spirts, and yes yes YES, watching his blissed face and feeling that shooting warmth inside pushes you right over the edge. The first wave of your overload slams into you a moment later, and your optic flares a brilliant, white light. It feels so FUCKING good… no, better than good. You could have cared less for the undignified wail of bliss that rips itself free from your straining vocalizer. The one thing that truly matters to you right now is that Madnug - and only Madnug - is on you and you love him. The throbbing waves of electrical euphoria pumping up into your body momentarily intensify when your lover rolled his hips again, and gods, your spike shoots off its load in powerful pulses all over your chest. Your vision blurs, falters, and then everything is dark. The immeasurable, undying gratification remains, and you let it sweep you into the warm oblivion of your lover's adoring embrace.
You never are quite sure when it finally ends, but you blearily recall feeling your orgasm dwindle into a post-euphoric glow. In the reflection over your head, you can clearly see how tired you look. Your optic is dull - so dull that it almost looked like it might as well be offline - and there is a very distinct wobbliness to your movements when you turn your head to look at your lover. Madnug's overload must have ended sooner than yours, because he's already slightly more recovered than you. He smiles seeing you come to and gently leans his head forward to lightly peck you on the front of your faceplate. You press your face forward and vent hot air through your fang decal to kiss back. He reaches his arms up to lightly stroke at your coolant spotted face.
When he breaks away, he looks up towards the ceiling at the mirror. You follow his gaze. The both of you are entangled against one another like a painting, and you found yourself unwilling to move from that position in fear of disturbing that brilliant image.
Madnug's blue optics twinkled with the sheer amount of love he feels for you. ::Now aren't you glad I installed that mirror?::
Yes. You find that you're very glad he did.
Fin
