Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession ❯ Obsession ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Obsession Snippet
Rating: R
Pairing: Yui Heero & Chang Wufei
Summary: Obsession - an idea or feeling that completely occupies the mind, the
uncontrollable persistence of an idea or emotion in the mind, sometimes associated
with psychiatric disorder
Obsession
Heero Yui had an obsession. It was a deep dark thing that kept him up at nights
and stole away any sanity he had during the waking hours. He found that his mind
was always in constant motion; creating plans and securing back up strategies, but
most importantly, weighing the pros and cons of his every action. And quite
honestly... he was tired. He hadn't felt such an adrenaline shock to his system
since the wars had ended . . . it was truly a bitter sweet feeling that he wished
would leave him. Though his highly intelligent military mind reminded him that the
feeling wouldn't leave completely until he took proper action . . . something he was
reluctant to do when he knew without a doubt that the consequences would be not
only high . . . but deadly.
A brief, tired, arrogant smirk crossed his face. An action he would only allow while
being inside of this room. This tiny room filled with the latest in high tech
surveillance equipment. Special high tech surveillance equipment that connected
his own personalized hacker cord, the main surge cord that connected and
uploaded to his laptop whenever he plugged in, to his obsession. In this room was
the only place he felt safe enough to indulge. Leaning back into the leather desk
chair, he spread his naked thighs a little further, inhaled a deep breath of
satisfaction, and clicked on his favorite recording feed. The laptop screen came to
life and he slowly allowed his left hand to trail down a smooth chest and over
rocked hard abs to grip an half hard erection amongst recently trimmed dark brown
curls.
His obsession had finally walked into the bathroom, clear exhaustion written across
his features as he turned on the overhead light. He carefully placed his sleeping
briefs and pants on the toilet bowl seat cover and turned on the water at his sink.
Quick fingers picked up the tube of dental paste and smothered a decent amount
on the toothbrush before lathering his teeth vigorously. Hips leaned against the sink
while he brushed, his eyes sweeping over the maroon and white tiles in boredom.
When he was finished he rinsed out his mouth and turned off the water. A stubborn
drop of water clung to the edge of his chin as he turn to put on the water for his

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shower; cold first, and then hot. While he waited for the water to jet out into a
constant pressure he started to remove his uniform in fast jerky movements. The
last article to be removed was the band for his hair and with a shift shake of his
head scattered obsidian silk strands fell free from his tight tail. As soon as all the
golden skin was displayed in all of its muscled glory, he moved the shower door
aside and stepped in.
Fingers inched forward and hit a key on the laptop, the view changed and he
leaned back once more with a tighter grip, his breath hitching quietly has his hand
began to move.
A deep and satisfying moan was issued as the water hit his body. Fingers splayed
against the tiles in front of him as he braced his feet and allowed the water to pound
down. His breaths became heavy as he tilted his head back so that he could
breathe amongst the water rushing down his face, his fingers curling in slowly as
his body relaxed. After a while of standing this way he took a step back, and slicked
his wet hair back. He took another step back, out of the spray of the water in search
for the soap dish. Once found he picked up the bright green bar and began running
it along his arms, down his chest, across his hips, over smooth muscled thighs and
legs and then back up again. The soap slipped from nimble fingers causing a frown
to mar his face. Huffing he bent over to pick back up the bar and rest it on his dish
before stepping back underneath the water spray. Hands and water both sliced the
soap off his skin, slowly rubbing firm muscles back to life as the dirt was rinsed
away.
His hand picked up pace, squeezing tighter as the pleasure started to numb.
Once he believed that all the soap was removed he braced himself again
underneath the water. So very slowly his right hand moved down to grasp his penis
while the left hand wrenched off all the hot water. Gripping the knob and hissing
under the assault of the now cold stream, his eyes slid closed as he gulped down
both air and water. Fingers tightened over the half erection even as he began to
stroke harder. Goosebumps could be seen all over his back and arms, but nothing
seemed to deter him. Stuttered moans slipped past lips even as his body slid down
the tile wall, now half under the spray and half out of it. His head tilted forward to
rest against the shower door, his hand moving steadily faster. A hiccup gasp of
pleasure escaped as muscles tensed and his whole body began to arch back. An
open palm slammed against the door; shaking the glass frame as fingers slowly
curled in . . . at last the orgasm was ripped from him. Choked sobs caused him to
cough as some of the water slither down his throat. He groaned as his body curled
back over; the spray hammering down on his back. It seemed like it took forever
before muscles tensed to move; to stand completely underneath the spray. Angry

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jerk-like movements turned off the water, and wrenched open the door. He
stumbled out, moving over to yank on the clothes he brought in without even drying
himself off. His breath was heavy as he lifted he eyes to peer into mirror above the
sink. Wavy obsidian silk curled around his softened face as a single name fell from
his lips before he turned and stormed out of the room, turning the light off behind
him.
He groaned softly as the orgasm began to fade from his system. No matter how
many times he saw that feed it always invoked the same emotions, the same
reactions, and even though the feed was starting all over again from the beginning,
the plans inside his head were becoming solid, the pros and cons of his every
action was slowly being dissolved in the baser reactions of his wants. His highly
intelligent military mind reeled even as a new erection was firming in his hand. He
would be very cautious, but he would take action soon. He had to take action soon,
because he was tired, and when he was tired he could be become sloppy . . . and
there was no way in hell would he let his obsession escape from him. Nor would he
let him have anyone else. . .

To Be Continued...

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