Yzak/Milly/Dearka
Yzak/Milly/Dearka #14-Forbidden
Fandom: Gundam Seed/Destiny
Pairing: Dearka/Milly/Yzak
Theme: #14-Forbidden
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed/Destiny or any of its characters.
Forbidden. The work passed briefly through Yzak's mind. This was forbidden, they shouldn’t be doing this, people were going to look down on them. The thoughts lingered in his mind until he was shoved roughly against the wall in the hallway and his mouth was viciously attacked.
“Stop it Yzak, stop trying to analyze this, its okay.” A soft female voice whispered by his ear. Milly, which meant the brutal kiss was coming from the other one. Dearka, which made sense, he was much harsher than she was. Even with her reassurance, the thoughts were still floating dangerously in the back of his mind. Dearka finally noticed that Yzak had yet to move and that he wasn’t returning the kiss because he pulled back quickly.
“Hey, are you going to make me do all the work? Because we can do it that way if you want, I didn’t know you were such a pansy though.” Dearka taunted him. He knew he was tormented by this. Yzak couldn’t bring himself to look at either of them, his gaze resting on the floor.
“We can’t do this, it won’t work, we can’t” Yzak whispered sadly. “But I want to” a voice whispered in his head.
“Why not Yzak, why can’t we do this? Don’t you want to?” Milly asked, pressing herself slowly closer to him, until she was sighing against his ear, “I know I do.” Her breath tickled him and he shuddered, his face showing his inner war. He couldn’t think with Milly pressed against him and her breath teasing his ear, and with his lips still tingling from Dearka’s earlier assault. He wanted more, he wanted to feel his lips on him again, but the threat of everyone’s disdain was holding him back. “Forbidden, this isn’t normal.” Yzak was all but whispering to himself.
Dearka closed the space between their bodies, and asked carefully, “Normal, forbidden? Is that was this is about Yzak? Do you care? When it makes you feel like this, do you really care.” Dearka turned Yzak’s face towards him, and brutally attacked him. He had known this was going to be a challenge, but he was angry for some reason, that Yzak was hesitating. He used that anger to fuel his relentless assault with his tongue and his teeth to overwhelm him. Yzak was distantly aware of Milly pressing her body against his back, the sound of her breathing speeding up, and the fingers of one hand clenching against his hip. When Dearka finally broke the kiss, Yzak couldn’t think straight. His breathing was ragged and he couldn’t stop the shudders that racked his body.
“Please Yzak,” there was an edge of desperation to Milly’s voice as she buried her face in the side of his neck. She pressed hurried kisses against his skin as she pleaded, “We need you.” When she said those three words, Yzak knew. He knew he didn’t care about forbidden or right and wrong. They needed him, and he needed them too. Yzak glared at Dearka, “People are still going to talk, this will be difficult,” before he turned and kissed Miriallia desperately. Dearka smirked while he watched, they could handle talk, and they would survive difficult, but right now, all that matter was this, forbidden or not.
Fandom: Gundam Seed/Destiny
Pairing: Dearka/Milly/Yzak
Theme: #14-Forbidden
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed/Destiny or any of its characters.
Forbidden. The work passed briefly through Yzak's mind. This was forbidden, they shouldn’t be doing this, people were going to look down on them. The thoughts lingered in his mind until he was shoved roughly against the wall in the hallway and his mouth was viciously attacked.
“Stop it Yzak, stop trying to analyze this, its okay.” A soft female voice whispered by his ear. Milly, which meant the brutal kiss was coming from the other one. Dearka, which made sense, he was much harsher than she was. Even with her reassurance, the thoughts were still floating dangerously in the back of his mind. Dearka finally noticed that Yzak had yet to move and that he wasn’t returning the kiss because he pulled back quickly.
“Hey, are you going to make me do all the work? Because we can do it that way if you want, I didn’t know you were such a pansy though.” Dearka taunted him. He knew he was tormented by this. Yzak couldn’t bring himself to look at either of them, his gaze resting on the floor.
“We can’t do this, it won’t work, we can’t” Yzak whispered sadly. “But I want to” a voice whispered in his head.
“Why not Yzak, why can’t we do this? Don’t you want to?” Milly asked, pressing herself slowly closer to him, until she was sighing against his ear, “I know I do.” Her breath tickled him and he shuddered, his face showing his inner war. He couldn’t think with Milly pressed against him and her breath teasing his ear, and with his lips still tingling from Dearka’s earlier assault. He wanted more, he wanted to feel his lips on him again, but the threat of everyone’s disdain was holding him back. “Forbidden, this isn’t normal.” Yzak was all but whispering to himself.
Dearka closed the space between their bodies, and asked carefully, “Normal, forbidden? Is that was this is about Yzak? Do you care? When it makes you feel like this, do you really care.” Dearka turned Yzak’s face towards him, and brutally attacked him. He had known this was going to be a challenge, but he was angry for some reason, that Yzak was hesitating. He used that anger to fuel his relentless assault with his tongue and his teeth to overwhelm him. Yzak was distantly aware of Milly pressing her body against his back, the sound of her breathing speeding up, and the fingers of one hand clenching against his hip. When Dearka finally broke the kiss, Yzak couldn’t think straight. His breathing was ragged and he couldn’t stop the shudders that racked his body.
“Please Yzak,” there was an edge of desperation to Milly’s voice as she buried her face in the side of his neck. She pressed hurried kisses against his skin as she pleaded, “We need you.” When she said those three words, Yzak knew. He knew he didn’t care about forbidden or right and wrong. They needed him, and he needed them too. Yzak glared at Dearka, “People are still going to talk, this will be difficult,” before he turned and kissed Miriallia desperately. Dearka smirked while he watched, they could handle talk, and they would survive difficult, but right now, all that matter was this, forbidden or not.