Note: **couldn't think of anything to note for ^^;**
Part four: Morning after
The next day,
Van has the most strangest and delicious dream. He dreamt he was making love to his nemesis, Raven-but instead of being the cold rock that he was, the gray-haired pilot known for his merciless tactics is surprisingly very passionate and intense in their love making. It was the second biggest surprise, since the first one came that he was making love with the same sex. Come to think of it, he has been having strange 'dreams' ever since he became a lieutenant in the republican army, or even before Irvine called him 'sugar bear'. It's like a deep secret fantasy he locked within his head that has been ecstatically released. Anyway, it's been a blessedly bed- wetting dream, and as he lazily wakes up, he can feel flapping butterflies touching his exposed naked tanned skin.
Naked?
Butterflies?
His black onyx gaze shot opened quickly into realization. He is not having a dream, he is really naked. But where does the 'flapping butterflies' sensation came from? Van gazed down, as feels the light teasing touches on his legs and thighs. To his surprise, he finds Raven hovering down at his torso and pressing light soft wet kisses to his tanned skin. Before he can protest, a sharp wordless gasp drawled out of his breath as Raven reached *that* area, stroke the thing teasingly between his legs with his tongue and then swallowed it whole.
"Ah gods! Raven! Stop!" he moaned, his back arching, as the taller boy sucked within him hungrily, sponging it and washing his you know what with his tongue like there is no tomorrow.
"Say please." He murmured between intervals, and Van can see the lustful sparkle in those indigo depths.
"Raven, please stop!"
It took one last lustful draw of his mouth that finally send electrifying signals to Van's spine, making him finally come in Raven's mouth. He made a soft cry. The gray-haired pilot licked the salty wet sex that had flowed out, then proceeds to lift his pallid face up to Van's, kissing him deeply, allowing him to incidentally taste his own come. Van reluctantly struggled through out the kiss, and by the time Raven let go of his hold, the brunette is panting heavily, panting heavily, shocked and a bit furious.
"Good, did that finally wakes you up?" Raven said smugly, with a sly smile curved with his lips and a sensuous look imprinted on his face.
Van flinched when the pale hand reached out and slightly stroke a dark lock of his hair off his forehead. "FINE! You got me," he muttered, in a deeply embarrassed tone before he managed to assess his surroundings. Van nearly forgot that they are sleeping in an unoccupied room, where they incidentally got locked inside. He remembered foggily that evening, but he was lucky that he DID remember anything. Unlike that incident with Irvine where he did wonder if anything DID happen.
He was again disturbed in the train of his thought, as Raven pressed delicate kisses again, this time on the crook of his arm up to his shoulder. He noticed that he is kissing the mild bruises and welts in his arms, which done by probably by an intense grip.
"I did that," Raven murmured, then smiling wickedly as he fingered gently a lock of his ebony dark hair then pressed a firm kiss at the nape of Van's neck, almost nibbling the skin beneath it. "I can't believe you are such a weakling, Van."
/Where DID THAT came from?/
Van was about to protest, and starts to sit up, but Raven pulled him down. "Listen first to me Van, look at me."
Van hesistantly looked at the taller boy with striking pallor and piercing indigo eyes. He took a deep sigh, and nodded that he'll listen. It must be serious.
"We are in the middle of the foreplay, I penetrated you---and then you fucking fainted! I thought you could be better than that!" Raven snapped, in an almost scolding but somehow amused tone. Van nearly fell off from his side of the bed. "I have to slap you three times, before you realized you fainted! Is it really that big?!"
It surprised a laugh out Van, and then the taller boy followed. They continued laughing, until both of their stomachs are aching and tears are streaming down their eyes. After they subsided, Raven took a deep breath, then quickly sat up---reverting back to his old self as if nothing have happened and threw Van's clothes on as if commanding him to dress up and leave, and put on his. Heck, if you consider a pair of boxers and a bathrobe as clothes.
"Raven---"
"I got no regrets." He spoke, without turning around as he tied a knot of the robe on his waist.
"Okay---" he heard sifting of clothes as Van starts to fix himself up. The brunette has something else to say, and he can't tell what. Although he is not the inquisitive type, Raven is dying to know what it is-if there is anything he has to hide.
"Well, do you?"
"Umm, not really Raven." Van replied, then approached the boy upfront. If Raven can't face him, he should. The gray-haired pilot frowned, since there is a particular expression in Van's face that he is not expecting. "Raven, it is just not like you not looking at me when we talk. I think you are the one regretting this."
"I told you, I don't." he muttered, then whipping his indigo gaze straight at him. " You are a strange one Flyheight---" he can't contain his curiousity anymore, "Just several hours ago, you despise me as hell then you get clingy and concerned on me the next after what I did to you. I just don't get it why."
Van shrugged, "Maybe because all you do is destroy military bases and ruin people's lives, and have been on my ass again after four years. Who wouldn't get irritated with that?"
/Is that all he can see? Me, a destroyer a heartless mercenary? He didn't know the rest of me-my life/
"I'm also human you know."
Van moved by the door, and tries to figure to break the lock open. "I'm glad you admit to that, you don't know, that what both of us, you and me, are thinking---"
"Us?"
"I thought Irvine would be the death of me, and it figures he doesn't know-- -much really that is."
/What is he getting at?/
"He called you sugar bear?"
Van frowned a bit, then proceeds to continue breaking the lock. "After I woke up pretty naked beside him in bed, can't imagine that I can EVEN touch him. That's why I ran away and wound up here." There came a click at the door, and he turned to Raven with a smile of success. "We just happen to be both happy people, that's a secret we learned later last night."
"Happy people?"
Then it dawned in Raven, what 'happy' he was referring. He let out a short chuckle of laughter.
"It's nice to see you laugh like that for a change," Van commented, then standing up. "That must be the reason why I suddenly got drawn to you."
Raven opened the door and looked at Van now standing beside him, "Meaning?"
"When you talked with me and then hugged me last night, Raven. I just knew it. You are just like everyone else, you need some to lean on---you are not that unflappable as it seems. All that is a mask of your painful past. I was just surprised in all the people you want to lean on-is me."
Raven let out a deep sigh, and brushed a lock of his gray bangs from his eyes, exiting ahead of Van, nudging him away stoically. "There is nothing that concerns you with my past, Flyheight."
"There is Raven," the boy firmly replied, "Now I've think of it---we can be friends. My father would have been happier you know."
The words pierced Raven as a lance, Van's old man---the late Major of the republican army. He recalled the trouble the Major had gone through, saving him and readily to adopt him as his own even with the potential risk when the Imperial fleet of Prozen attacked. He can't remember much except, he was so raged that he almost shoot a gun to the silver-haired pathetic man.
Come to think of it, he should have.
Come to think of it, he is such an ass.
He had willingly allowed him to bind under his control, feeding his anger that breeded to hate--his hate to something much deadly; until at the point all and everything imprinted to his mind is hatred for zoids and to carry the direct orders of Prozen to destroy. He became a machine placed to do orders he should not question of, a machine nonetheless that does not now how to decide for himself no better than the zoids he detests so much,
What have he done?
"Raven? Are you okay?" Van tries to snap him back to reality, and Raven blinked with a start.
"Yes, I guess so-I just remembered something."
Van looked about the corridor, outside a certain hall area that seems to appear a little chaotic. People are crowding in a certain room, and with the look of it, it seems flooding---with water and bubbles.
"Well better remember it, is that---your room, flooding over there?"
Raven's indigo eyes widened in realization, he forgot to turn off the water in the tub! And that was early in the morning----it's already almost noon!
"Oh god, shadow!"
-continued-
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Part four: Morning after
The next day,
Van has the most strangest and delicious dream. He dreamt he was making love to his nemesis, Raven-but instead of being the cold rock that he was, the gray-haired pilot known for his merciless tactics is surprisingly very passionate and intense in their love making. It was the second biggest surprise, since the first one came that he was making love with the same sex. Come to think of it, he has been having strange 'dreams' ever since he became a lieutenant in the republican army, or even before Irvine called him 'sugar bear'. It's like a deep secret fantasy he locked within his head that has been ecstatically released. Anyway, it's been a blessedly bed- wetting dream, and as he lazily wakes up, he can feel flapping butterflies touching his exposed naked tanned skin.
Naked?
Butterflies?
His black onyx gaze shot opened quickly into realization. He is not having a dream, he is really naked. But where does the 'flapping butterflies' sensation came from? Van gazed down, as feels the light teasing touches on his legs and thighs. To his surprise, he finds Raven hovering down at his torso and pressing light soft wet kisses to his tanned skin. Before he can protest, a sharp wordless gasp drawled out of his breath as Raven reached *that* area, stroke the thing teasingly between his legs with his tongue and then swallowed it whole.
"Ah gods! Raven! Stop!" he moaned, his back arching, as the taller boy sucked within him hungrily, sponging it and washing his you know what with his tongue like there is no tomorrow.
"Say please." He murmured between intervals, and Van can see the lustful sparkle in those indigo depths.
"Raven, please stop!"
It took one last lustful draw of his mouth that finally send electrifying signals to Van's spine, making him finally come in Raven's mouth. He made a soft cry. The gray-haired pilot licked the salty wet sex that had flowed out, then proceeds to lift his pallid face up to Van's, kissing him deeply, allowing him to incidentally taste his own come. Van reluctantly struggled through out the kiss, and by the time Raven let go of his hold, the brunette is panting heavily, panting heavily, shocked and a bit furious.
"Good, did that finally wakes you up?" Raven said smugly, with a sly smile curved with his lips and a sensuous look imprinted on his face.
Van flinched when the pale hand reached out and slightly stroke a dark lock of his hair off his forehead. "FINE! You got me," he muttered, in a deeply embarrassed tone before he managed to assess his surroundings. Van nearly forgot that they are sleeping in an unoccupied room, where they incidentally got locked inside. He remembered foggily that evening, but he was lucky that he DID remember anything. Unlike that incident with Irvine where he did wonder if anything DID happen.
He was again disturbed in the train of his thought, as Raven pressed delicate kisses again, this time on the crook of his arm up to his shoulder. He noticed that he is kissing the mild bruises and welts in his arms, which done by probably by an intense grip.
"I did that," Raven murmured, then smiling wickedly as he fingered gently a lock of his ebony dark hair then pressed a firm kiss at the nape of Van's neck, almost nibbling the skin beneath it. "I can't believe you are such a weakling, Van."
/Where DID THAT came from?/
Van was about to protest, and starts to sit up, but Raven pulled him down. "Listen first to me Van, look at me."
Van hesistantly looked at the taller boy with striking pallor and piercing indigo eyes. He took a deep sigh, and nodded that he'll listen. It must be serious.
"We are in the middle of the foreplay, I penetrated you---and then you fucking fainted! I thought you could be better than that!" Raven snapped, in an almost scolding but somehow amused tone. Van nearly fell off from his side of the bed. "I have to slap you three times, before you realized you fainted! Is it really that big?!"
It surprised a laugh out Van, and then the taller boy followed. They continued laughing, until both of their stomachs are aching and tears are streaming down their eyes. After they subsided, Raven took a deep breath, then quickly sat up---reverting back to his old self as if nothing have happened and threw Van's clothes on as if commanding him to dress up and leave, and put on his. Heck, if you consider a pair of boxers and a bathrobe as clothes.
"Raven---"
"I got no regrets." He spoke, without turning around as he tied a knot of the robe on his waist.
"Okay---" he heard sifting of clothes as Van starts to fix himself up. The brunette has something else to say, and he can't tell what. Although he is not the inquisitive type, Raven is dying to know what it is-if there is anything he has to hide.
"Well, do you?"
"Umm, not really Raven." Van replied, then approached the boy upfront. If Raven can't face him, he should. The gray-haired pilot frowned, since there is a particular expression in Van's face that he is not expecting. "Raven, it is just not like you not looking at me when we talk. I think you are the one regretting this."
"I told you, I don't." he muttered, then whipping his indigo gaze straight at him. " You are a strange one Flyheight---" he can't contain his curiousity anymore, "Just several hours ago, you despise me as hell then you get clingy and concerned on me the next after what I did to you. I just don't get it why."
Van shrugged, "Maybe because all you do is destroy military bases and ruin people's lives, and have been on my ass again after four years. Who wouldn't get irritated with that?"
/Is that all he can see? Me, a destroyer a heartless mercenary? He didn't know the rest of me-my life/
"I'm also human you know."
Van moved by the door, and tries to figure to break the lock open. "I'm glad you admit to that, you don't know, that what both of us, you and me, are thinking---"
"Us?"
"I thought Irvine would be the death of me, and it figures he doesn't know-- -much really that is."
/What is he getting at?/
"He called you sugar bear?"
Van frowned a bit, then proceeds to continue breaking the lock. "After I woke up pretty naked beside him in bed, can't imagine that I can EVEN touch him. That's why I ran away and wound up here." There came a click at the door, and he turned to Raven with a smile of success. "We just happen to be both happy people, that's a secret we learned later last night."
"Happy people?"
Then it dawned in Raven, what 'happy' he was referring. He let out a short chuckle of laughter.
"It's nice to see you laugh like that for a change," Van commented, then standing up. "That must be the reason why I suddenly got drawn to you."
Raven opened the door and looked at Van now standing beside him, "Meaning?"
"When you talked with me and then hugged me last night, Raven. I just knew it. You are just like everyone else, you need some to lean on---you are not that unflappable as it seems. All that is a mask of your painful past. I was just surprised in all the people you want to lean on-is me."
Raven let out a deep sigh, and brushed a lock of his gray bangs from his eyes, exiting ahead of Van, nudging him away stoically. "There is nothing that concerns you with my past, Flyheight."
"There is Raven," the boy firmly replied, "Now I've think of it---we can be friends. My father would have been happier you know."
The words pierced Raven as a lance, Van's old man---the late Major of the republican army. He recalled the trouble the Major had gone through, saving him and readily to adopt him as his own even with the potential risk when the Imperial fleet of Prozen attacked. He can't remember much except, he was so raged that he almost shoot a gun to the silver-haired pathetic man.
Come to think of it, he should have.
Come to think of it, he is such an ass.
He had willingly allowed him to bind under his control, feeding his anger that breeded to hate--his hate to something much deadly; until at the point all and everything imprinted to his mind is hatred for zoids and to carry the direct orders of Prozen to destroy. He became a machine placed to do orders he should not question of, a machine nonetheless that does not now how to decide for himself no better than the zoids he detests so much,
What have he done?
"Raven? Are you okay?" Van tries to snap him back to reality, and Raven blinked with a start.
"Yes, I guess so-I just remembered something."
Van looked about the corridor, outside a certain hall area that seems to appear a little chaotic. People are crowding in a certain room, and with the look of it, it seems flooding---with water and bubbles.
"Well better remember it, is that---your room, flooding over there?"
Raven's indigo eyes widened in realization, he forgot to turn off the water in the tub! And that was early in the morning----it's already almost noon!
"Oh god, shadow!"
-continued-
**woohoo! Another one down :) I'm pleased with myself. I can't believe I can type this much in a stealth mode. Please read and review [No Damn Flames] Rav-chan**