Note: This chapter contains disturbing lemons and twisted yaoi ahead! You
have been warned! Spare the flames---or better yet, if you find the
material offensive---don't continue!! Old readers: this is much detailed
and as almost same as my Karl x Thomas lemon debut O.o'---only Irvine's
P.O.V ! XD
Abata mo Ekibo (Love is blind)
by RaVen0us
Part two: Intertwined
Slowly but surely.
The next few months were full of timid, shy moves closer into the realm of relationships. We began the relationship with my strict desire to not have any *serious* physical contact, but just a continuation of the friendship with the understanding that there was in fact a mutual love for each other. However, I refused to have sex. The thought of gay sex actually rather disgusted me. Never having been in a relationship before, I was craving the 'little things'---someone caring for me, someone holding my hand, someone complimenting me constantly.
We held hands, and eventually kissed. I was completely content to stop at that level of our relationship. If I could have, I'd have just stayed at that moment in time. Every day was full of "I love you"s and "I miss you"s; whenever we saw one another there were kisses and the hugs, and the holding hands, despite the awkward glances we are getting from everyone. Van and the others would silently watch us then try to avert their attention to something else, or will cut through by talking about other matters concerning the battle field. So far, it's only one of the few minor set backs---compared to the sharp reprimanding green stare we would get from the Imperial army colonel every time he drops by. But it's everything I want in a relationship, and I didn't want anything more.
Unfortunately, he did. Being abused early on till his adolescence, his mind was altered slightly---he was a bit of a nymphomaniac (I don't know the term for a male -author). He absolutely *lived* on the thought of sex. Because he cared about me, however, he subtly hinted at it, because he knew I didn't want to.
"Have you ever masturbated?"
"No."
"Oh. Have you ever wondered about it?"
"Not particularly."
"Okay." He began, then, get more inquisitive about sex, and I finally gave in to the thought that he wanted to move forward with this relationship. We had only been 'together' officially for two months, and I still didn't feel ready at all for any sexual contact. However, my love for him had grown so much within the first two months I would have killed myself for his sake, if not anything more. I decided I should let him know soon, since he had been waiting quite some time for me to give my body to his. Our conversations about sex, however, continued.
"Have you ever thought about feeling someone else's erection would be like?"
"Um---I'm not sure." I mumbled, absentmindedly watching the reflection of the moon at the cool brown liquor in my glass. Since he brought up SUCH a matter so bluntly, that I can't look him to the eye in a fear he would tease me for blushing.
"Really? You've thought about it before?" His green eyes widened with amusement and excitement. I know he was, since he is particularly watching me as I took off my eye-magnifier patch. I swore he would comment that I look damned good without it.
"I guess so."
"Would you---well, I dunno." He paused, then gushed a bit, a soft pink blush crept to his cheeks. Not wanting to put it so bluntly this time, he took one bottle of liquor straight to his throat.
"What?" I demanded,
He admitted to me almost shyly, "Well---would you ever consider letting me touch you?"
"Umm-no, I don't think so. I don't want you to have to do that. But I would touch you, if you let me."
"Wow---I never thought you'd do that."
I never wanted him to touch me. I didn't like the idea. My rule was that my pants never come off while with him. But my life now was completely for his pleasure and happiness. I devoted everything to him. Thought nothing but him and how I could make him happy. I figured that he shouldn't have to do anything for me this way, but I could still make him happy by giving him the sex he craved so much. I knew he'd want me to 'touch him' the next time we saw each other in person-most likely, after dark by the fixing and storage area, where we sometimes stay on while having our zoids are getting fixed or customized. I was determined to give him as much pleasure as he could handle. I thought, I should know what feels best, so I can give it to him.
*****
Within a few days, we manage to find ourselves alone and managed to drive some very inquiring people off. Since Van Flyheight and the others have also been very suspicious of our actions lately, we both have prepared an alibi. Thomas said something to the effect that his mechanical genius is needed to upgrade/customize some of the controls that I needed help on in the lightning saix, even with Dr. Dee pointing out some objections on his own. It's been a good alibi, but an uncomfortable one. Some of the workers persisted to stay and do important late night maintenance, while we proceed to 'work in and about my lightning saix' and Dr. Dee with them, saying he will be staying out for awhile just in case we might be needing his suggestions.
"Can't the old man just scram?" I cursed silently, as I moved about in the cockpit. I can hear the old man's crickety voice calling out to Thomas about the uncomfortable cramped space in the pilot seats, as the blonde tried to squeeze himself in through my left. 'Just great, we are going to do it IN my lighting saix.'
I glanced up at Thomas, he is not wearing his usual teal colored uniform and the always attached portable com link is not with him too, which made him more handsome, He is in a long sleeved buttoned cotton white shirt, a pair of pants (of course) and having the most evilest smile that you've ever seen. He knew too well what's coming to him, and he shut the cockpit window tight, and I was nervous as hell that I wouldn't be able to give it to him. After the first five minutes struggling to flatten at least the two seat pilot cockpit, we began making out our hands all over each other. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, locked by our lips in our own world, completely detached from whatever business is happening outside. Only we mattered, and only our tongues meeting one another, exploring each other's mouths, our lips pressing against each other, the warmth of our bodies radiating toward each other-I broke this kiss and held his right cheek with my left hand, his pale hand grasping onto the outside of mine while I stared deeply into his eyes, seeing the longing and the love in them, trying to convey my love for him and my devotion to him through my expression. I kissed him briefly on the lips again and moved down to his neck, sucking and kissing every part of his skin I could, nibbling his ear as I went along. I moved my way to right under his chin and teased and nibbled the entire length of his collarbone while my hands quickly attempted to unbutton his shirt.
His long slender fingers caressed my face and traced around my ears, enough to make me melt right there. But I had a mission, and I couldn't think of myself at the time. I got his shirt unbuttoned and tearing it open, exposing the delicious smooth expanse of his lean and firm chest, its rigid nipple ready. I immediately took the entire thing in my mouth, flicking the tip of it with my tongue while sucking on it. His breathing became faster and he let out a small moan, making me suck harder, my left hand moving over to the right side of his chest, fondling, pinching, squeezing. I heard his breath come even faster and harder, and I could tell he was at the edge of coming. I gave his tit one hard squeeze and sucked as hard as I could, and I heard him stifle a moan and felt his entire body press up against me, his back arching. His orgasm lasted a few seconds, and he collapsed back into his seat. I let go of his chest, and looked up at his face, I gave him a smile as if to say 'oh, that's not all, hon--'
I moved closer to him, my right arm around his back. I kissed him, sliding my tongue between his lips and meeting his, while my left hand caressed the side of his body, unzipping his pants, and down to the inside of his thighs. Feeling my hand close to his erection, he gladly spread his legs even wider. He knew what I was going to do before he left, as he had no underwear on and his tuft of soft, light brown hair was already damp from his own wetness. I continued to kiss him, our lips never breaking, while I only gently caressed the inside of his thighs, teasing him by brushing my hand on his member in the process. Each time I stroke and rub it, I could feel him take a sharp breath in and all of his muscles momentarily tighten up in our embrace, and then let go when I passed. I finally stopped teasing him and moved down below, while unzipping my own pants in the process to unleash my own pleasure. He was incredibly hard, wet and hot and I slowly inserted a middle finger beneath into his tight pink ring. He gasped and moaned at my touch, and I continued to finger him as I swallow him whole. I never stopped the sucking down below, until I explored his tight wet hole, finding myself more increasingly hornier and hotter every minute. I moved up, kissing him deeply, and tasting his own come as I slowly entered and thrust into him, pressing up and pumping against his g-spot. The sounds of his moaning and my member thrusting rhythmically against his soft ass were enough to get me off by kissing him more deeply and fiercely, in rhythm with one another. I could tell by his breathing that he was ready to come, and I pressed him even closer and took his tongue into my mouth and sucked while I pushed deeper into him, harder and faster while we both came, and his legs clamped around the small of my back as he climaxed. He finally collapsed again, into my arms, and I let go of my tongue and slowly draw out my manhood, then as if for the parting act I again took to sucking his soft neck and nibbling his ear lobe.
I didn't want to over do it this time, so I decided that would be it for the night. I wasn't sure if he enjoyed it or not. He had his eyes closed, and was breathing regularly as I just stared at him and marveled how handsome-no, at how beautiful he was, his deep blonde wavy hair and his pale green eyes. I took my left hand away and put his pants back up for him, zipping them up, and wrapped it around his stomach to meet my right hand, still behind him. I hugged him tightly while nuzzling and kissing his neck and cheek, and gave him another long, deep kiss on the lips. He broke away and moved towards my ear and whispered, "Thank you."
I gave him back his shirt, zipped my own pants, and only frowned at him and shook my head no. He shouldn't thank me for what I want to do. Then all of a sudden, we nearly hit our heads by the roof of the cockpit in a surprise as Dr. Dee suddenly bleated up to the cockpit and starts frantically pounding at the window.
"For Zi's sake, Irvine and Thomas! Any minute longer there and you two would suffocate!" He called out, very much clueless on what have happened, as we gave pathetic look on our faces as Thomas wearily opened the Saix's cockpit window. "I'm very worried! I heard rocking and thudding sounds inside and I thought something must have gone wrong, and you two have locked it in the inside!"
"Is that why you came? You got WORRIED?" I grumbled half-disappointedly,
"Why yes of course! Everyone here had been shouting and calling you outside for several minutes, and we all thought you both have suff---" The old man paused, looked at both of us and then looked around the cockpit area quite suspiciously. Thomas inched over a mucky wet stain at one seat, and covered it with his behind.
"What are you TWO suppose to fix?"
Thomas came to the 'rescue', being the one much mentally assessed than the two of us, gave a complicated mumbo jumbo technical etc. explanation about upgrading the piloting controls in the Saix. I sighed in relief, as Dr. Dee seemed to believe it. He just seemed to deem it strange, for we look 'too casual' to be working on something. Thomas wasn't wearing his important gadgetry on, and I'm not wearing my all important eye-magnifying patch. Now, we don't take them off unless it calls for something 'important and/or personal' reasons. And Doctor Dee takes it as so. He even pointed out that we do something with the conditioning unit since the windows have badly misted up from the inside.
This continued for the next three months, and I expanded to everything and everything I could do for him and to him, including making him love to him so madly almost every end of the week. He claimed to love every moment of it, and I was glad to do it. He eventually pouted his way into my own pants, but as I said before, I don't have interest in sex and was forced to 'fake it' for him. I never wanted to hurt his feelings by not showing that what he was doing gave me pleasure---They actually didn't, but that made me happy he was willing to do it. All I cared about was him, and his pleasure. Nothing else mattered in my life, absolutely nothing.
At one point near his 24th birthday, he told me one of his fantasies: To be raped by the one he loved. This absolutely appalled me, as I couldn't even *think* of hurting him or doing something he didn't want to do. I could never hit or cause him harm. That was the type of thing I was trying to keep him from. I rejected the idea to his face, which was rather ignorant on my part. He felt insulted, but he knew I could never hurt him. I had told him than hundreds of times before, when he told me of him being abused as a child and as a teenager. I couldn't imagine myself adding to that pain. He seemed to forget the idea, much to my relief and we continued with our relationship. Though he seemed slightly distant and always gets preoccupied with something else. My love for him only grew with each passing day and his distance hurt like nothing else I had ever experienced in the world.
He was kind enough, however to continue with his caring words, and his reassurances that---
"Irvine, nothing is wrong."
-continued-
** -smacks head at the wall- Oh well, another angsty lemonish chapter down, and another stealth moment into the family computer. One last chapter to go, the tear jerking finale better than 'don't do this to me'--- remember, read and review! [NO FLAMES] Rav-chan **
Abata mo Ekibo (Love is blind)
by RaVen0us
Part two: Intertwined
Slowly but surely.
The next few months were full of timid, shy moves closer into the realm of relationships. We began the relationship with my strict desire to not have any *serious* physical contact, but just a continuation of the friendship with the understanding that there was in fact a mutual love for each other. However, I refused to have sex. The thought of gay sex actually rather disgusted me. Never having been in a relationship before, I was craving the 'little things'---someone caring for me, someone holding my hand, someone complimenting me constantly.
We held hands, and eventually kissed. I was completely content to stop at that level of our relationship. If I could have, I'd have just stayed at that moment in time. Every day was full of "I love you"s and "I miss you"s; whenever we saw one another there were kisses and the hugs, and the holding hands, despite the awkward glances we are getting from everyone. Van and the others would silently watch us then try to avert their attention to something else, or will cut through by talking about other matters concerning the battle field. So far, it's only one of the few minor set backs---compared to the sharp reprimanding green stare we would get from the Imperial army colonel every time he drops by. But it's everything I want in a relationship, and I didn't want anything more.
Unfortunately, he did. Being abused early on till his adolescence, his mind was altered slightly---he was a bit of a nymphomaniac (I don't know the term for a male -author). He absolutely *lived* on the thought of sex. Because he cared about me, however, he subtly hinted at it, because he knew I didn't want to.
"Have you ever masturbated?"
"No."
"Oh. Have you ever wondered about it?"
"Not particularly."
"Okay." He began, then, get more inquisitive about sex, and I finally gave in to the thought that he wanted to move forward with this relationship. We had only been 'together' officially for two months, and I still didn't feel ready at all for any sexual contact. However, my love for him had grown so much within the first two months I would have killed myself for his sake, if not anything more. I decided I should let him know soon, since he had been waiting quite some time for me to give my body to his. Our conversations about sex, however, continued.
"Have you ever thought about feeling someone else's erection would be like?"
"Um---I'm not sure." I mumbled, absentmindedly watching the reflection of the moon at the cool brown liquor in my glass. Since he brought up SUCH a matter so bluntly, that I can't look him to the eye in a fear he would tease me for blushing.
"Really? You've thought about it before?" His green eyes widened with amusement and excitement. I know he was, since he is particularly watching me as I took off my eye-magnifier patch. I swore he would comment that I look damned good without it.
"I guess so."
"Would you---well, I dunno." He paused, then gushed a bit, a soft pink blush crept to his cheeks. Not wanting to put it so bluntly this time, he took one bottle of liquor straight to his throat.
"What?" I demanded,
He admitted to me almost shyly, "Well---would you ever consider letting me touch you?"
"Umm-no, I don't think so. I don't want you to have to do that. But I would touch you, if you let me."
"Wow---I never thought you'd do that."
I never wanted him to touch me. I didn't like the idea. My rule was that my pants never come off while with him. But my life now was completely for his pleasure and happiness. I devoted everything to him. Thought nothing but him and how I could make him happy. I figured that he shouldn't have to do anything for me this way, but I could still make him happy by giving him the sex he craved so much. I knew he'd want me to 'touch him' the next time we saw each other in person-most likely, after dark by the fixing and storage area, where we sometimes stay on while having our zoids are getting fixed or customized. I was determined to give him as much pleasure as he could handle. I thought, I should know what feels best, so I can give it to him.
*****
Within a few days, we manage to find ourselves alone and managed to drive some very inquiring people off. Since Van Flyheight and the others have also been very suspicious of our actions lately, we both have prepared an alibi. Thomas said something to the effect that his mechanical genius is needed to upgrade/customize some of the controls that I needed help on in the lightning saix, even with Dr. Dee pointing out some objections on his own. It's been a good alibi, but an uncomfortable one. Some of the workers persisted to stay and do important late night maintenance, while we proceed to 'work in and about my lightning saix' and Dr. Dee with them, saying he will be staying out for awhile just in case we might be needing his suggestions.
"Can't the old man just scram?" I cursed silently, as I moved about in the cockpit. I can hear the old man's crickety voice calling out to Thomas about the uncomfortable cramped space in the pilot seats, as the blonde tried to squeeze himself in through my left. 'Just great, we are going to do it IN my lighting saix.'
I glanced up at Thomas, he is not wearing his usual teal colored uniform and the always attached portable com link is not with him too, which made him more handsome, He is in a long sleeved buttoned cotton white shirt, a pair of pants (of course) and having the most evilest smile that you've ever seen. He knew too well what's coming to him, and he shut the cockpit window tight, and I was nervous as hell that I wouldn't be able to give it to him. After the first five minutes struggling to flatten at least the two seat pilot cockpit, we began making out our hands all over each other. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, locked by our lips in our own world, completely detached from whatever business is happening outside. Only we mattered, and only our tongues meeting one another, exploring each other's mouths, our lips pressing against each other, the warmth of our bodies radiating toward each other-I broke this kiss and held his right cheek with my left hand, his pale hand grasping onto the outside of mine while I stared deeply into his eyes, seeing the longing and the love in them, trying to convey my love for him and my devotion to him through my expression. I kissed him briefly on the lips again and moved down to his neck, sucking and kissing every part of his skin I could, nibbling his ear as I went along. I moved my way to right under his chin and teased and nibbled the entire length of his collarbone while my hands quickly attempted to unbutton his shirt.
His long slender fingers caressed my face and traced around my ears, enough to make me melt right there. But I had a mission, and I couldn't think of myself at the time. I got his shirt unbuttoned and tearing it open, exposing the delicious smooth expanse of his lean and firm chest, its rigid nipple ready. I immediately took the entire thing in my mouth, flicking the tip of it with my tongue while sucking on it. His breathing became faster and he let out a small moan, making me suck harder, my left hand moving over to the right side of his chest, fondling, pinching, squeezing. I heard his breath come even faster and harder, and I could tell he was at the edge of coming. I gave his tit one hard squeeze and sucked as hard as I could, and I heard him stifle a moan and felt his entire body press up against me, his back arching. His orgasm lasted a few seconds, and he collapsed back into his seat. I let go of his chest, and looked up at his face, I gave him a smile as if to say 'oh, that's not all, hon--'
I moved closer to him, my right arm around his back. I kissed him, sliding my tongue between his lips and meeting his, while my left hand caressed the side of his body, unzipping his pants, and down to the inside of his thighs. Feeling my hand close to his erection, he gladly spread his legs even wider. He knew what I was going to do before he left, as he had no underwear on and his tuft of soft, light brown hair was already damp from his own wetness. I continued to kiss him, our lips never breaking, while I only gently caressed the inside of his thighs, teasing him by brushing my hand on his member in the process. Each time I stroke and rub it, I could feel him take a sharp breath in and all of his muscles momentarily tighten up in our embrace, and then let go when I passed. I finally stopped teasing him and moved down below, while unzipping my own pants in the process to unleash my own pleasure. He was incredibly hard, wet and hot and I slowly inserted a middle finger beneath into his tight pink ring. He gasped and moaned at my touch, and I continued to finger him as I swallow him whole. I never stopped the sucking down below, until I explored his tight wet hole, finding myself more increasingly hornier and hotter every minute. I moved up, kissing him deeply, and tasting his own come as I slowly entered and thrust into him, pressing up and pumping against his g-spot. The sounds of his moaning and my member thrusting rhythmically against his soft ass were enough to get me off by kissing him more deeply and fiercely, in rhythm with one another. I could tell by his breathing that he was ready to come, and I pressed him even closer and took his tongue into my mouth and sucked while I pushed deeper into him, harder and faster while we both came, and his legs clamped around the small of my back as he climaxed. He finally collapsed again, into my arms, and I let go of my tongue and slowly draw out my manhood, then as if for the parting act I again took to sucking his soft neck and nibbling his ear lobe.
I didn't want to over do it this time, so I decided that would be it for the night. I wasn't sure if he enjoyed it or not. He had his eyes closed, and was breathing regularly as I just stared at him and marveled how handsome-no, at how beautiful he was, his deep blonde wavy hair and his pale green eyes. I took my left hand away and put his pants back up for him, zipping them up, and wrapped it around his stomach to meet my right hand, still behind him. I hugged him tightly while nuzzling and kissing his neck and cheek, and gave him another long, deep kiss on the lips. He broke away and moved towards my ear and whispered, "Thank you."
I gave him back his shirt, zipped my own pants, and only frowned at him and shook my head no. He shouldn't thank me for what I want to do. Then all of a sudden, we nearly hit our heads by the roof of the cockpit in a surprise as Dr. Dee suddenly bleated up to the cockpit and starts frantically pounding at the window.
"For Zi's sake, Irvine and Thomas! Any minute longer there and you two would suffocate!" He called out, very much clueless on what have happened, as we gave pathetic look on our faces as Thomas wearily opened the Saix's cockpit window. "I'm very worried! I heard rocking and thudding sounds inside and I thought something must have gone wrong, and you two have locked it in the inside!"
"Is that why you came? You got WORRIED?" I grumbled half-disappointedly,
"Why yes of course! Everyone here had been shouting and calling you outside for several minutes, and we all thought you both have suff---" The old man paused, looked at both of us and then looked around the cockpit area quite suspiciously. Thomas inched over a mucky wet stain at one seat, and covered it with his behind.
"What are you TWO suppose to fix?"
Thomas came to the 'rescue', being the one much mentally assessed than the two of us, gave a complicated mumbo jumbo technical etc. explanation about upgrading the piloting controls in the Saix. I sighed in relief, as Dr. Dee seemed to believe it. He just seemed to deem it strange, for we look 'too casual' to be working on something. Thomas wasn't wearing his important gadgetry on, and I'm not wearing my all important eye-magnifying patch. Now, we don't take them off unless it calls for something 'important and/or personal' reasons. And Doctor Dee takes it as so. He even pointed out that we do something with the conditioning unit since the windows have badly misted up from the inside.
This continued for the next three months, and I expanded to everything and everything I could do for him and to him, including making him love to him so madly almost every end of the week. He claimed to love every moment of it, and I was glad to do it. He eventually pouted his way into my own pants, but as I said before, I don't have interest in sex and was forced to 'fake it' for him. I never wanted to hurt his feelings by not showing that what he was doing gave me pleasure---They actually didn't, but that made me happy he was willing to do it. All I cared about was him, and his pleasure. Nothing else mattered in my life, absolutely nothing.
At one point near his 24th birthday, he told me one of his fantasies: To be raped by the one he loved. This absolutely appalled me, as I couldn't even *think* of hurting him or doing something he didn't want to do. I could never hit or cause him harm. That was the type of thing I was trying to keep him from. I rejected the idea to his face, which was rather ignorant on my part. He felt insulted, but he knew I could never hurt him. I had told him than hundreds of times before, when he told me of him being abused as a child and as a teenager. I couldn't imagine myself adding to that pain. He seemed to forget the idea, much to my relief and we continued with our relationship. Though he seemed slightly distant and always gets preoccupied with something else. My love for him only grew with each passing day and his distance hurt like nothing else I had ever experienced in the world.
He was kind enough, however to continue with his caring words, and his reassurances that---
"Irvine, nothing is wrong."
-continued-
** -smacks head at the wall- Oh well, another angsty lemonish chapter down, and another stealth moment into the family computer. One last chapter to go, the tear jerking finale better than 'don't do this to me'--- remember, read and review! [NO FLAMES] Rav-chan **