MSPB: The Vengance Fanfic

[Wag - Now And Forever]

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All characters contained herein are purely fictional and are copyrighted to their respective creators. Any events or scenarios occuring herein are soley thought up by the author and are not meant to re-enact or recreate traumatic or disturbing occurances that may have actually occured in any specific person's lifetime. This fanfic is not meant to be taken seriously. Those who do take it seriously should refrain from reading it entirely and not ask anyone about it, and perhaps seek mental help.

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[Wag - Now And Forever]

Mobile Suit Pilot Bar: The Vengance Fanfic

First Edition - April 15, 2004
Second Edition - April 30, 2004

Second Edition Author's Notes:

A new bar deserves a new edition. Ending with Chapter 4 in the last posting, this thread will pick back up with Chapter 5 after the first part of the fic is posted. I ask only that you try to refrain from posting in this particular thread as much as possible to keep the literary integrity of the work intact. A separate thread may be started to keep comments on the ongoing saga. New faces mean new stories to tell, and who knows who will pop up in this new edition.

As usual, please read the disclaimer throughoughly before getting offended, and if you think that it is somthing considerably serious, please contact me via AIM or PM.

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Prologue

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“I’m…I’m so glad we got to spend this time together,” John said quietly, brushing aside her hair gently as he nudged his nose softly against her ear, his lips glancing against her neck. He turned slightly from his seat on the bench, leaning over to her side, leaning in.

“I’m happy too…my love…” Tina replied, taking a slightly shaken breath in as his hand slowly wrapped around the back of her head, the two moving in for a passionate kiss on that sun-drenched beautiful day. The couple reclined in the sunlight on the old park bench, the sounds of the birds chirping and children playing far off in the distance. All was right with the world…

-IT’S NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS! YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS USING YOUR GODDAMN NEEDLES, AND THOSE GODDAMN OLD MEN WHO YOU SUCKED, YOU BABOON ASS, PUSSY MOTHERFUCKER-

“Hey…you wanna get out of my seat? Someone’s coming to meet me here, so get the fuck up.”

The couple slowly looked towards the booming, thumping track that was playing close by, breaking the calm of the day. Right in front of the perfect view of the park stood a looming figure with a boom box raised on his shoulder, the volume cranked up to maximum.

“…What?” John said with astonishment.

-YOU, YOU SLUT. YOU SLUT. WHAT A SLUT. YOU HAVEN’T EVEN GRADUATED. YOU WENT TO THE CRAZY HOUSE…-

“I said you wanna get out of my seat,” the man said in a flat, harsh tone. It was hard to make out his figure, but he was wearing clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed in weeks…

“Honey…make him go away…” Tina said, slightly afraid, clutching closely to John.

John furrowed his brow slightly. “Look mister, we were here fir- GAAHH!!!” Yet he would not finish his sentence, as the man’s fist shot out from his side, sending John sprawling over the back of the bench with one blow. Tina cringed into a ball, looking up at the brooding man who now towered over her like a shadow, blotting out the rest of the world.

“Bitch,” the man said gruffly, tossing the girl aside off of the bench with one hand, still keeping the boom box on his shoulder with the other. Sitting down, the man slid the boom box under the bench, the couple now running away in fear as the music played on.

-IT’S NOTHING TO TELL YOU MOTHAFUCKA! IF YOU THINK SUCKIN DICK AND BEING FUCKED IN YOUR BABOON PUSSY OF AN ASS WAS MAKIN YOU GRADUATE, YOU WERE GODDAMN LYING! –

“Hey Raz.”

“Sup motherfucker!” Raz said, taking off his sunglasses.

Ai walked over to the bench, sitting and leaning back on it, relaxed in the sun.

“Born with Monkey Asses by MC 900 Foot Jesus?” Ai asked, gesturing towards the boom box.

“Yeah…real peaceful. Suits the day, doesn’t it?”

“Of course,” Ai said.


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Chapter 1
Ai: Full Metal Live Action Role-play

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Ai rocked back in his seat, watching several of the children play Frisbee some distance away in the park as Raz’s boom box finally went silent, the song over.

“So how’s life?” Ai said casually, watching the clouds drift by in the sky above them.

“It’s alright. You know…not like I have to work for money or anything if I don’t want to, but it’s still nice to have a job – especially in the food service industry,” Raz said, leaning up as he lit a cigarette.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Ai questioned.

Raz flipped his Zippo lighter back into his pocket as he took a long drag on the cigarette. “Because I put a little bit of myself into every meal…if you know what I mean. Heh…”

Ai raised a brow. “What chain did you say you worked at again?”

“A major one,” Raz replied flatly.

“Oh…”

Raz adjusted his sunglasses. “So what’s been happening in your life, huh? You know, the bar is just going downhill nowadays ever since I was demoded. Still, I think I might go over there tonight for kicks.”

Ai shrugged. “Well I’d make my normal rounds but I’ve got a LARP to go to late tonight and I can’t miss it. It’s really fun stuff man, you should try it.”

“Pfft,” Raz scoffed, snubbing out his cigarette. “I prefer the real thing, thanks.”

“Hah…suit yourself.”



-Later that evening-



“Damn, you’d think they could pick a place a little more accessible…” Ai muttered to himself, peeking his way through the thick, dark foliage of the forest-like area with his flashlight. He assumed the area to be part of the trail leading to the cabin they were supposed to meet in. Ai had parked his car some distance off, following the map he was given which supposedly led to an area that the LARP group had set up for a meeting. The heat and humidity of the day hadn’t subsided much with the sun going down, and Ai paused briefly to wipe the sweat from his brow. Finally after traveling for what seemed like forever, Ai spotted a light through the woods.

“Ah, that must be the place. I’ve got all my gear ready, and the letter said to stay in character all night.” Ai reminded himself, sticking his flashlight and map away in his leather pouch as he approached. Beginning to swagger just as his character would, Ai placed his hands on the double-door handles, swinging them both wide open.

The room spread out before him. Lit by torches and oil lamps, the secluded cabin had been turned into something very akin to a mead hall, with Norse-like warriors and Vikings lining the walls and tables of the establishment. The heavy scent of freshly brewed honey lager washed over Ai as he walked into the room, surprisingly just the right temperature for his LARP costume and armor, it was a refreshing feeling from the sweltering humid heat of outside.

“Hail Kagdar,” a tall man with long hair said boisterously, approaching Ai and saluting by making a fist over his heart.

“Hail Thulug,” Ai responded in character, making a similar salute.

“Word has spread quickly of your great success in recent battles. Rumor has it that the Warmaster is to initiate you tonight into the high council,” Thulug said, drinking mead from a massive tankard.

“Aye, I have heard of these things, but it is nothing but flattery. I do my very best in battle – always. If that is deemed worthy of praise, then so be it!” Ai responded, tapping a nearby keg for some mead of his own.

“Hah! Spoken like a true warrior! Indeed, let us celebrate!” Thulug said, slapping Ai on the back heartily as the two guzzled down more mead.

And the night rolled on. Carousing, battle hymns and all sorts of merriment were made. Stories and legends told of fierce warriors and deeds of conquest and valor were told as more and more mead was consumed. Finally, late in the evening, as the torches themselves were beginning to grow dim with age, the Warmaster made his appearance before his men.

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He was a massive man, built like a muscular tank and covered in armor made of the bones of strange and powerful creatures. Covering his head and face was the mask of a bear, the only part of his visage visible at all was the bottom of his jaw and the lengthy black hair that hung down around it. Taking a place at the head of the large gathering table, he spoke, his voice a booming and powerful tone.

“Tonight, we celebrate to honor the deeds of one of our newest and bravest warriors…KAGDAR!”

The men erupted into cheers, raising their tankards.

“Tonight, we honor him not only with celebration and sacred mead, but with his induction into the High Council!”

The man cheered once again heartily, raising their tankards at Ai.

“Now…let the ceremony…COMMENCE! Bring forth the sacred mead!” The Warmaster said, gesturing towards two men who were walking towards Ai with an extra large sealed tankard with runes carved all over it. Ai carefully removed the seal as the container was set before him, the potent honey-alcohol aroma almost threatening to knock him out right then and there. Yet, nodding to the Warmaster and saluting with the tankard, Ai raised the thick liquid to his lips, the heavy taste of something akin to molten metal lingering in his mouth once he was done. Slamming the glass down, Ai saluted the Warmaster and his brethren.

“Now that the first part of the ritual has taken place…let the initiate ascend to Valhalla, and also descend into HELL!” The Warmaster bellowed, his form slightly going out of focus. Ai tried blinked several times, unable to completely hold his eyes open or closed. His mind raced…obviously something besides mead had been in the tankard - that was for sure. Taking a careful step backwards, Ai instinctively reached for something to steady himself on, yet finding nothing. He staggered slightly, then regained some sense of composure, straightening himself.

“I…am…ready,” Ai said, trying to keep from slurring his words, as his mouth felt strangely more numb than before, along with the rest of his throat where the mead had just burned.

Wordlessly, the Viking men slowly began to walk from their places at the table and encircle Ai, the Warmaster approaching him within the tight bunch of warriors. Unstrapping Ai’s sword which was slung over his back, the Warmaster let the heavy blade fall to the floor with a thud as other warriors approached Ai, each of them removing part of Ai’s armor.

“Wh…what are you…doing?” Ai started to ask, but he felt his mind slowly drifting off into complacency. He stared lazily back into the eye holes of the Warmaster’s strange mask as the last pieces of his armor were removed, leaving him with only his tunic. The massive Warmaster grabbed the front of Ai’s tunic, and in one massive yank, tore the very garment from Ai’s body, tossing it to the side.

It was a strange feeling, having entered wearing the thick, heavy Norse armor and now wearing nothing at all…but strangely enough, it seemed right to Ai. The temperature was perfect; the heavy air no longer seemed heavy, but quite light. Feeling a cool sensation trickle down his back, Ai arched slightly as he drew in a quivering breath, his eyes barely open. The same cool sensation now seemed to be at his chest, inching it’s way up, now at his neck and lips.

The world rocked over on it’s end, his vision now upside down, Ai looked around at the dimming torches, unable to focus completely on one or another. A hot, oily sensation ran across his body, across his chest, and in between his legs. The same, solitary cool feeling was there as well, making it’s way through the sea of warmth, following the trail right down to the crease of his buttocks. Slowly, Ai felt a strange twinge of pleasure course through him as the warm mixed with the cool, now flowing with a coursing sensation, opening Ai’s awareness to the new and unique feeling. Drawing in his breath slightly as the force seemed to grow larger, Ai felt more warmth pouring over his body as he seemed to be floating, his legs rising, knees towards his chest as the room still stood upside down.

His mouth parted slightly now from the strange pleasure that coursed through him, Ai felt a new sensation fill the void where his lips had just parted, warm and heavy with the scent of honey mead. His eyes closed, Ai submitted completely to the new feelings he was experiencing, his hands instinctively lolling over to the sides, his body feeling as if it were swimming in a pool of fresh, warm honey.

But then, the world seemed to right itself once again. The cool pleasure that had been tantalizing him only moments before ceased, the warmth fading as it did. Feeling his feet touch the floor again, Ai looked up slightly, his chest braced against something. Looking around, Ai noticed tankards and plates with recently eaten food on them…he was pressed up against the mead hall table.

“What happened to- AARRRGHHH!!”

Yet Ai’s questions were cut short by an incredible pain churning it’s way from his anus completely through his spine and gut. His back arched up in retort, but what seemed like a hailstorm of powerful arms and hands slammed his head and chest back down onto the table as the ripping pain continued, throbbing and rocking with relentless, ruthless motion. The warm pleasure which had once coursed over him was replaced with searing, burning pain which tore through his body, entering his gut and snapping at his spine which spasmed in protest. The force would cease for only a moment as he felt a new, fresh force enter him every few minutes, the torture continuing for hours. Unable to cry out, unable to reach for help, Ai could only writhe in agony time and time again with his body sprawled across the table. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity at the mercy of the devil, Ai felt the pain stop, his body feeling the warmth once again, but this time it only sprinkled across his tortured flesh. A burning hot trickle of liquid made it’s way down Ai’s legs…Vision blurring, Ai fell to the floor into darkness.

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Ai’s eyes shot open, his hands clutching at his back instinctively for his sword. Yanking the steel from its sheath, he burst up from his chair, knocking it over backwards. He looked around the empty room; the sunlight just making it’s way through the windows. Feeling at his chest, he felt his breastplate and the rest of his armor all there, all intact and undamaged. The night before came back to him…the pleasure…and the pain. The shock of awakening now wearing off, Ai looked down at the table before him – completely clear save for a large necklace covered in runes that lay before him, his name inscribed on it in the old language. It was the same necklace the men on the high council wore…

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Chapter 2
Cygnus: Soror – Frater - Amicate

It was late as Cyg rocked back in her comfortable computer chair, listening to the beginning of another night of Radio Clambake. The broadcast might have started early by Pacific standards, but on the East coast, the tunes didn’t even start until midnight. Running a hand lazily through her long, golden hair, Cyg tapped away a farewell on the Clambake chat room before logging off of Instant Messenger. Just as she was about to turn off the computer, she heard a voice in the darkness.

“Sis…”

Surprised, Cyg spun the chair around to face where the voice had come from, the only illumination in the room being the small desk lamp and the computer screen. Giving a sigh of relief, she relaxed, reaching down to tug a little on her long cotton pajama pants and adjust her oversized nightshirt.

“Ellis…what are you doing up so late? I thought you said you were going to bed,” Cyg said, stretching her legs now that she was free of the desk.

“I tried, but I couldn’t go to sleep…” Ellis replied, trailing off. Ever since they were both children, the siblings had often used the presence of the other for comfort. Maybe if there was a storm, or perhaps their parents had gotten into a fight, always one would come to the other’s room, and there, together, they were at peace.

“Oh, of course,” Cyg said, pulling away the covers and slipping into the smooth sheets. She unstacked the pillows, leaving one for Ellis as she scooted over slightly from her normal spot in the middle so there would be room. Wordlessly, Ellis walked over to the lamp by the computer, turning it off and slipping into the almost silken sheets along with his sister.

“T…thanks, sis,” Ellis said as he rolled to face Cyg. Cyg only grinned slightly back in return as she rolled to face Ellis.

“I know how it is sometimes when stuff happens. We’re siblings you know, we’ve got to watch af-“ Yet Cyg cut off abruptly as she felt a strange sensation. It wasn’t so much something there as it was something not there. Ellis couldn’t help but try to hold in the tears, as he knew his sister would soon find out something he had hidden for a very long time.

“E…Ellis…what…the…vagi-” Cyg started, but she wasn’t able to complete her words before her curiosity compelled her to yank away the covers, exposing the two in the moonlight coming in through the large window beside the bed.

“I’m sorry Cyg, I’m so sorry!! I meant to tell you…someday! I promise I did! I…I…” Ellis’ lip quivered as tears began to stream down his face. He got out of the bed, standing before Cyg in his briefs, his secret now exposed. Impossibly confused yet incredibly curious, Cyg sat up, looking pensively at Ellis’ “new” form.

“I’m a freak! Aren’t I?! Dad always said so…He always used to say how he wanted a boy and a girl, and how I was an accident, and how I was just the same as you, but he still raised me like a man, and…and…” But the words again trailed off, giving way to Ellis’ sobs. Strangely enough, he felt himself soon wrapped in his warm sister’s embrace.

“It’s ok Ellis…” Cyg consoled. “This doesn’t change the fact that we’re still family…” she whispered, holding Ellis’ head close as she moved her hand up from the hug to run her fingers through Ellis’ hair. So close, there in the moonlight, Cyg closed her eyes slightly, her lips parting as they touched Ellis’, the two standing still as if frozen in time. Ellis’ arms dropped to the side as Cyg’s other hand slowly crept to his waistline, her fingers sliding under the elastic to run over his smooth buttocks.

“B…but is it right?” Ellis wondered, taking Cyg’s hand in his.

“Ellis…” Cyg said, her hand now moving from Ellis’ back to his stomach. “Let me show you the world you’ve been hiding from.”

Cyg’s hand slid down Ellis’ belly and waistline, surprisingly unimpeded by any kind of messy and tangled hair. Her fingers skimming over the smooth surface, they finally reached that which Ellis’ had been so protective of.

“Let me show you what it’s like, Ellis. It’s the greatest thing in the world…” Cyg whispered into Ellis’ ear as the brother’s eyes fluttered slightly from the rare sensation that Cyg’s fingers caused inside of him, stroking that void which he had hidden from Cyg for so long. Caressing Ellis’ neck with her lips, Cyg slowly moved her mouth down over Ellis’ chest, carefully moving lower and lower. Pulling away Ellis’ tight boxer briefs, Cyg pushed him gently backwards, Ellis falling with his back onto the bed and his legs still on the ground. Carefully opening Ellis’ hairless thighs and sliding her head between them, Cyg parted Ellis’ newfound pleasure with her tongue, lapping softly at the sensitive lips that she gazed at with equal curiosity and pleasure.

“Ah! Ah! Ahh!” Ellis took in short, passion-filled breaths with each of Cyg’s advances upon his newly awakened vagina. Cyg responded by carefully sliding one of her fingers behind Ellis’ organ, rubbing between his sphincter and labia while continuing to lap away at the now swollen lips of the entire region. Clutching the sheets tightly in both hands, Ellis instinctively raised both legs, knees to his chest, opening the door further for Cyg to show him the way into his newfound sexuality. Cyg’s rhythm sped up little by little, a lullaby turning into a waltz that would soon reach a crescendo.

Herself becoming aroused as well, Cyg paused only briefly to remove her own shirt, tossing the large nighty to the corner as he slid a hand down to increase her pleasure. The pace building frantically, Ellis was heaving with passion, his body begging for a release. Cyg’s fingers now probed and moved with a fluid, smooth motion, her nimble tongue still darting here and there, but always right back to the all important clitoris.

“Please, Sis! PLEASE LET ME - AHH! AHH!“ Ellis started, but couldn’t even complete a sentence due to Cygnus’ expert ability. Wave after wave of pure euphoria crashed over him, his entire being heaving for sexual release and awakening. Cyg’s work became a literal tornado of movement, Cygnus beginning to make cries of her own as her other hand worked on herself, each digit in the same rhythm as Ellis’ passion.

“AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Ellis’ eyes rolled back into his head as he screamed out into the night, Cyg’s voice rising with his own in unison as the siblings achieved the apex of pleasure together. A massive gush of sticky sweet white poured forth over Cygnus’ mouth as she pulled up her other hand to view her own orgasmic fluids. Slowly rising up from her position on the floor, she helped Ellis sit up, who was now slightly dazed.

“Sis…Cyg…that was amaz-” Yet Ellis’ words would be cut short by his sister’s lips pressing passionately in a warm, sticky kiss. Illuminated in the moonlight, it all looked and felt too surreal. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

“Ellis! Cygnus! Are you all right? I heard some shouting!”

It was their father.

“No dad, everything’s ok…It was probably just the neighbor’s dog,” Ellis called out.

”Oh, all right then, good night.”

The two siblings exchanged a knowing look before they both climbed back under the covers locked in an embrace.

“Ellis…there’s a world of wonders out there for you to experience. This has only been the first step,” Cyg whispered, carefully taking Ellis’ hand and sliding down to her vagina. Ellis moved it along with Cyg’s help, carefully and gently stroking where Cyg instructed by example. Ellis stopped.

“I want…I want to know everything …”

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Chapter 3
Maverick: Hiten Mitsurugi Style Bishounen Ai

Mav paused briefly in the serenity of the moment, the small pink cherry blossoms falling from the trees around him like pink snow. It was spring, and it was only during this very short two-week period that the trees would be blossoming like this. Continuing on his way, Maverick walked through the endless rows of cherry blossoms towards the small garden situated in the middle of the grove. Reaching the quaint stone bench overlooking the pond, Mav sat down, watching the exotic multicolored fish swimming about in the pure, clear water. He sighed contently…

”These are the times I cherish most…”, Mav thought, relaxing completely in the calm of the grove. It was here, undisturbed and far away from the worries and cares of the world that he could truly be alone and at peace. Slowly, Mav felt his problems drift away, his eyes closing as he laid gently down on the bench, the only sounds being that of nature around him.

How long passed cannot be told, yet it didn’t seem too long before Maverick heard a voice…

“Maverick. Get up.”

Eyes opening blearily, Mav rose from the bench, one hand instinctively sliding casually down to his katana. He narrowed his eyes at the person who had approached him and broken his rest.

“Wag…”

Wag grinned slightly, his black hakama moving with the wind that now seemed to be picking up in the grove. The sun was becoming dimmer in the sky, yet it was not even close to evening.

“I think you know why I’m here,” Wag said, his own hand running down to the hilt of his sword that still lay in its sheath. His stance widened slightly as his entire body seemed to prepare itself.

“Indeed…” Mav said, taking a similar stance. The two faced off, the cherry blossom rain having turned into a sporadic torrent of pink on gray between the trees. Light drops of moisture were picked up and thrown down by the wind as a fine mist began to rain down. Thunder pealed lightly in the background, and in a flash quicker than the lightning that followed, the two forces clashed.

The howling sound of steel on steel rang out through the grove as both fighters met blade to blade, each having performed the same identical draw technique. Pressing in against one another, struggling for supremacy, Mav and Wag’s swords cried out in protest and anger against one another, neither willing to give an inch. Finally, the lock was broken, each fighter taking several steps in retreat.

Wag scoffed. “I see you’ve kept up your sword skill, despite your recent pacifistic motives. How appropriate.”

Unerring, Mav replied calmly over the storm. “You know much of killing Wag, yet you know little of peace. How then can you hope to defeat one who fights in its name?”

“Simple,” Wag said, dropping his stance and sheathing his sword. His hand darted behind his hakama in one smooth motion. Whipping out the pistol from it’s concealed location; Wag leveled the weapon and fired straight at Maverick’s heart.

Mav’s eyes widened as time seemed to slow down. He saw everything for what it was in that moment of pause. The gun. The bullet. The bullet coming towards him. Everything was happening all at once. His wrist twitched slightly to deflect the bullet, his arms moving in the same slow motion as the projectile. Yet it was at this point that Mav realized…he would not be able to stop the bullet. Even though his senses were more than keen enough to detect the bullet and it’s path – his body would not be fast enough to intercept it. Consigning himself to death in this final, fleeting moment, Mav closed his eyes and prepared for the next life…

“NO!”

Mav’s eyes darted open at the sound that seemed to have melded with the gunshot due to proximity. He reached upwards to his heart…nothing. There was no blood, no wound. His sword was where it was – in his hands. How then had the bullet’s path been impeded? Looking down at his feet, Mav saw what Wag now stared at.

“K…Kenshin?!” Mav stammered.

A weak smile crossed the face of the Battousai. “Indeed that it is…” He said, clutching at a wound by his side.

“Damnit…” Wag muttered, tossing the pistol aside as he watched Mav kneel over his mentor and sensei.

“But…but why?! Why? Why did you intervene master?! I knew I couldn’t block it…why did you…” Mav trailed off, tears streaming down his face.

“Heh…because…because I love you…Maverick. You were my only true pupil. The only one whom I ever showed all the secrets of the Hiten Mitsurugi style to. You have learned it well, yet I still think there is more for you to learn. You can’t…die…yet. That you can’t.” Kenshin said, still holding his wound.

Mav’s eyes welled with tears as he looked over his master. “You can still live master! Let me get you to a hospital!”

“There’s no time, that there isn’t. There is only one way to save me now, Maverick.” Kenshin said.

“How?! Anything! I’ll do anything!” Mav cried.

Kenshin’s eyes widened slightly as he struggled to keep his senses. “Then you must learn to…truly…love your…enemy…” As the Battousai managed these last words, he passed out into unconsciousness. Mav rose solemnly from his master’s wounded form, his eyes fixated on Wag.

“You…YOU DID THIS!!!” Mav screamed over the storm, yanking his sword from its sheath again. Wag grinned with his head canted off to the side.

“Indeed. How noble of him, yet his sacrifice will be in vain. After I’m through with you, I will finish Himura, and then there will be no one to stop me from seizing admin control of the MSPB. You’re through Maverick! Your master is dying, and you know you can’t defeat me in single combat! Just accept your fate and give up…”

Mav clutched his sword tightly in one hand, the rain now sending beads of water down the blade. He gazed into the metal, into a reflection of himself.

“No.”

Wag raised a brow. “What?”

“I will not sink to your level. I will follow my master’s orders…” Mav said with determination.

Wag settled into his stance again. “We’ll see if you can, Maverick!”

But as Wag spoke, Mav was already making his move. In an incredibly fast movement only possible through Hiten Mitsurugi training, Mav was already upon Wag. Yet strangely enough, his sword was sheathed. His hand darted upwards to the hilt of Wag’s blade, shoving it up and away overhead. Stunned, Wag’s eyes widened as Maverick’s lips parted and locked his own in a strange, passionate kiss.

The two stood, both frozen and entangled in the light rain that now came down upon them both, soaking through their clothes and into their skin. Wag’s eyes, once wide with surprise, now relaxed, half closed, yet still perplexed. Mav’s grip on Wag’s sword loosened as he slowly moved away, opening his eyes.

“Wh…what? What’s this…feeling?” Wag stammered, lowering his sword and finally dropping it into the moist grass at their feet. Mav looked back at Wag with a strange gaze. What seemed like an eternity of silence passed. The rain continued…

Wag lunged forward, embracing Mav passionately, resting his head on his shoulder, tears streaming down his face. Maverick only wrapped one arm around the small of Wag’s back, the other hand carefully running its fingers through Wag’s moist hair.

“It’s ok…” Mav whispered.

“I’m…I’m…” Wag trailed off, looking up into Mav’s eyes. Yet Mav placed a finger lightly against Wag’s lips, stroking away some of the raindrops before locking with him again in a kiss. Wag’s hands reached around Maverick, untucking his loose samurai shirt from his white hakama and pulling it up and over Mav’s head. The rain trickled down on Mav’s smooth muscles, already moist from the drizzle. Wag clasped both hands at Mav’s waist as he kissed Mav’s chest, slowly moving downward to the hakama.

His hands carefully removing the garment, Wag exposed Mav’s already erect penis to the open air. Wasting no time, Wag’s lips parted, running over the long and slender cock repeatedly, feeling it harden and pulse within his mouth with each lap of his tongue. Mav moaned slightly, his arms at his side, mouth slightly parted with ecstasy. Reaching over Wag’s back, Mav removed Wag’s shirt, Wag only pausing for a moment to let the garment come over his head before resuming his work on Mav. Running one hand in tandem with his mouth and creeping one hand over the curvature of Mav’s buttocks, Wag’s pace quickened, Maverick moaning in tandem with Wag’s motion.

With the cool rain now showering down over their hot skin, steam slowly began to rise from the couple; Mav taking in shuddering breaths as Wag knew the time was coming near. Just as Mav began to prepare for release, Wag’s hand on his buttocks quickly slipped in, probing inside of Mav’s ass and touching at that tender area, sending Maverick into a whole different world of ecstasy. Maverick screamed out into the storm, the thunder and lightning pealing with him in unison as a hot white sticky sweet gush issued forth from him into Wag’s mouth. He pressed Wag’s head into him, his hand clutching tightly into his hair until it was finally all over.

Wag slowly rose from the now exhausted penis, his hand running up from Mav’s buttocks and back up to Mav’s head. Taking Mav’s head in one hand, Wag then pressed his lips against Mav’s, returning to Mav what he had just taken. The two remained this way, steam now pouring off of their bodies as they stood entangled, finally pulling away, a long trail of fluids stringing between them as they slowly parted.

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“That…was…” Mav started, yet he found himself stopped by another voice.

“Quite interesting indeed, that it was,” a voice called.

“M…Master!?…MASTER!!” Maverick called out, seeing Kenshin now standing watching the two. “But I thought…”

Kenshin smiled knowingly. “Do you think that a simple bullet would be enough to stop me? Hah…no, that it wouldn’t. I only intervened enough so that you would learn the most important part of the Hiten Mitsurugi style.”

“You mean…that was…” Mav could hardly speak, still awestruck.

“Now! Show me that you know!” Kenshin demanded, stepping up to Mav.

Maverick looked away almost shyly before meeting Kenshin’s gaze with determination. “Right!”

Mav’s lips parted, his hands running along through Kenshin’s hair as Wag stepped up behind the Battousai, pulling away his shirt. Following the crease in his pectorals, Mav’s lips continued downwards, his teeth loosening the tie on Kenshin’s hakama. The garment now discarded, his lips carefully worked over the Battousai’s wide, long member, Mav carefully stroking it gently with his tongue, tantalizing the very tip before taking it in completely, using one hand to stimulate the testicles.

Meanwhile, Wag moved behind Maverick, probing slightly at Mav’s buttocks as Mav arched back on all fours with the sensation. It wasn’t long before Mav was fully prepared, and Wag slowly entered him. Mav, Kenshin and Wag all moaned in sequence, each body exuding a large amount of steam in the now pouring rain. Kenshin rain a hand through his damp hair, arching his back as Mav did the same to Wag’s rapid pelvic work. Their rhythms in unison, the trio flowed like a well-oiled machine, each cog doing its part.

Mav paused briefly from his work to give a passion-filled cry of ecstasy as Wag reached around from his position, stroking away at Mav’s now fully recovered penis. Kenshin pressed in Mav’s head onto his cock, the massive member completely engulfed by Maverick’s mouth and expert deepthroating skill. The entire group was now at critical mass. The storm raging in the background and the cherry blossoms swirling around them in the once peaceful grove, the trio cried out in unison, Mav for the second time, each of them completely absorbed in pleasure. A massive molten white flood came from each of them, their screams threatening to drown out the sounds of the thunder itself. Mav’s arms bucked as he cried, Wag falling atop him lightly in unison, and Kenshin kneeling down and laying over the two.

The storm had finally stopped. The sun returned as quickly as it had faded, and scattered beams of light illuminated patches of the moist grassy grove with it’s energy. One beam of light struck the trio that now lay still entwined in their embrace of love, warming the moisture from their bodies.

Kenshin nudged Mav slightly, rising to his knees. “Now you understand what it means to know the Hiten Mitsurugi style,” he said, looking deep into Mav’s eyes.

“But…what now? Is my training truly complete?” Mav said, sitting up as well.

“That is just it. One can never truly be through with the Hiten Mitsurugi style. You must continue on, spreading peace and love throughout the world. Only after you have done this will you complete your training, that you will.” Kenshin replied, standing and replacing his hakama.

Mav nodded, still fixated on his master, but then he remembered Wag…yet he was nowhere to be found.

“Don’t worry about him. He is different than you and I. He understands Hiten Mitsurugi, that he does. Yet he still doesn’t know if it’s right for him. I can sympathize with his plight, for I too once was torn between two paths as well…” Kenshin said, looking off behind Mav. Maverick turned around, looking at the same thing Kenshin saw. Wag stood, now fully dressed, on one of the lower branches of the cherry blossom trees, one hand against the trunk, looking back at the master and student. Remaining there only briefly, he was gone in an instant…

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Chapter 4
Draco: Deus ex Machina

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“One more…piece…annnnnnnd…THERE!”

Finally laying down the last piece of his most recent model acquisition, the brand new 154,400-piece Ultra-Mega Grand Master Grade Gundam RX-178 Mk II, Draco pushed away the swinging lamp attached to his headband, stepping back with a wide grin. It had been a long, hard build, but the 6 foot tall model was finally complete at long last. Every aspect of it was flawless down to the most minute detail – even the armor plates and interior could be taken apart to expose the accurate reproduction of the inner workings of the suit.

“Hey Draco, whatcha doin?” Steel said, walking in from the MSPB’s main bar and into the hangar, peering up at the model.

“This…is my latest and greatest creation! There are only five of these Ultra-Mega Grand Master Grade sets in existence! And now I possess one of the completed models!” Draco said, still marveling.

“Oh…that’s nice,” Steel said, sipping away at his drink and returning to the main bar. Draco was still fixated on his creation, admiring every aspect of it. Months of time, effort and meticulous work had gone into the job, and now after long last, it was finally, finally complete.

“I think I’ll celebrate,” Draco said to himself, taking off the work light on his forehead and walking back into the bar.

It was late at the MSPB. A heavy smoke still hung in the air from the hustle and bustle of the earlier patrons, several tables still dotted with half consumed drinks and plates smeared with the remains of bar food. Draco casually walked up to a barstool, plopping down into the crushed velvet. A disco bar theme. It had been around for the last couple of days. It was nice at first, but now all of the shag, shwag and cliché music was just getting on people’s nerves. There was no bartender up this late, so Draco reached around and poured himself a glass of Byg Zam, leaving the bottle beside him. He knocked back the first glass.

“Ahh yup! It’s finally done…I wonder what I’m going to work on now that it’s finished…” Draco mused to himself as he felt his mouth go somewhere between numb and burning from the Zam. Looking around the bar he spotted Maverick still up late, doing nothing other than sitting there idly, taking note of the recent occurrences at his establishment, and making sure everything was working smoothly. Hiccupping softly, Draco poured and drank his second glass of Zam.

“Whoo! Yeah! I…I…I think next time I’m gonna get a REAL Gundam! Heheheee!” Draco slurred slightly, rocking wavering a little in his seat as he spoke. He poured himself a third glass. Yet as he placed the drink to his lips, he felt a strange hand stop him.

“You know three will kill you, right?”

“Hey! Shuddap! I’ll let YOU know when I’VE had enough!” Draco replied, looking at the strange figure blearily. It was someone he didn’t quite recognize, and it looked like they were covered in some kind of orange something. He squinted through the smoky disco…maybe it was just the lighting. The hand guided the drink back down to the table softly, the figure taking a seat beside him.

“So I hear you completed an Ultra-Mega Grand Master Grade, huh?” The person said casually.

“HELLS YEAH!” Draco replied, grinning wildly.

“Well, what if I told you I could help you finish the job?”

Draco paused. Even drunk he realized what he had done five minutes ago. “I just finished it. It’s done. Over. Finito,” he said.
The figure seemed to give a knowing smile back at this answer, chuckling lightly. “Oh I don’t think you realize how much more it can be, Draco. I’m going to do you a favor. I’m going to show you…”

“Show me? Show me what?! Just who are you anyways?” Draco said questioning, as he still tried to figure out just who or what was talking to him. The Zam was really affecting him…

“You will see in time, Draco. As for me…lets just say I’ve had a lot of experience with mecha…” the voice said, trailing off as if leaving. Draco suddenly felt incredibly tried, even for being drunk. Through blurred vision he thought he made out a tail lightly swishing behind the being as it turned away and walked out of the door. But maybe it was just his imagination…

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Draco sat up abruptly with a start, quickly trying to take in his surroundings. He was at the bar, but it was different.

“I guess they changed it while I was asleep…” He thought to himself as he looked around at the new wooden tables, chairs, walls and bar. Apparently it was some kind of log cabin motif. Sitting up and pushing his Zam away, Draco walked, or more staggered due to a hangover, into the construction bay. Yet as he reached it, he froze in the doorway.

“It’s…It’s…”

The RX-178 Gundam Mk II Ultra-Mega Grand Master Grade, only one of five in existence, was gone.

“AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Draco’s scream echoed throughout the bar and it’s surrounding facilities. Several patrons in the bar looked towards the direction of the hangar, shrugging at the strange sound. Somewhere in the back, a glass fell from its place on the shelf, shattering. Frantically, Draco scoured every inch of the hangar bay, tossing aside boxes and smaller models alike. For what seemed like hours he searched, until finally he realized the inevitable – it was gone.

“My…Ultra…mega…grand…master…grade…it’s…GONE!!” Draco staggered backwards slightly before falling to his knees, crying into his hands. All that work, all that dedication – all now for nothing. He rose slowly after mourning his creation, walking back to his quarters to clean up. Rubbing at his nose, he opened the door to his room, only to be surprised for the second time that day.

“Greetings, master.”

The voice was a strange sounding synthesis of mortal and mechanical. Draco froze. “W…what?” He stammered.

“Greetings, master. What can I do for you?”

“You…you’re…the gundam. And…you’re in my…room…and you’re… TALKING? ”

The mecha snapped to attention in a salute. “Master, that is correct. I am the RX-178 Gundam Mk II Ultra-Mega Grand Master Grade! I am capable of many other functions besides conversation.”

Draco still couldn’t believe his eyes. His hangover headache was suddenly gone. His mourning had turned from sorrow to more surprise than he had ever imagined. It was THE Gundam, and now it seemed it had life of it’s own.

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“How did you get here?” Draco questioned.

“Master, after you finally finished construction on me, I was so relieved to have been completed that I wanted to surprise you personally when you returned home that night. However, it seems that you fell asleep in the bar and did not return to your quarters. Yet, it does not matter, master, because you are here now!” The Gundam’s eyes lit up as it spoke.

“But you’re a model. You have no power source. There’s no pilot, no fusion reactor…nothing. How can you possibly exist? And with a consciousness?” Draco protested.

“I think, therefore I am, master. I am not sure of how I became aware of this, but it is apparent that I am indeed cognizant.”

Draco’s mind raced back through the patchy memories of last night’s happenings after he had constructed the Mk II. The bar…the Zam…then…a person? Draco couldn’t quite remember them clearly. Something about congratulating him on the build…and they looked funny. Of course, everything looked funny last night in that disco bar.

“Do you…have a name?” Draco asked, trying to get his mind off of the past and worry about the present.

“Master, my designation is the RX-178 Gundam Mk II Ultra-Mega Grand Master Grade,” The gundam replied mechanically. Draco sighed.

“Ah…of course. Well, uhh…how about I give you a name? You know, like ‘The Baron De Dios’ or something?” Draco said, walking slowly around the gundam, eying every aspect of it.

“My designation is the RX-178 Gundam Mk II Ultra-Mega Grand Master Grade, but you may call me whatever you desire, master.”

“Heh…ok…I’ll call you…Animus. Since you came to life,” Draco said, completing his walk around the gundam and now facing him, strangely enough at close to eye level. The Gundam wasn’t much taller than he was…

“Very well, master. My designation is Animus.”

“So…uhh…Animus. Tell me a little bit about…yourself?” Draco asked. Animus nodded.

“Master, you created me, therefore I’m sure you already know a great deal. However, there are certain protocols you can activate in order to engage greater freedom within my databanks. As of right now, there are safeguards in place that I cannot bypass alone.” Animus replied.

Draco canted his head slightly to the side. “Ah, so how do I remove the safeguards? Do I need a code?”

“No, that is not necessary, master. However, I do need you to execute a series of manual commands for the override to take place.”

“Please explain further, Animus.”

“Of course, master. These commands are simple pushes and pulls of several levers and other interfacing devices located on my control board. You need only to use the controls in the correct sequence to initiate the override. If you wish, I will assist you.” Animus said, still standing perfectly still.

“Oooook. Very well then, I’d like to start the process with your help.” Draco said flatly.

“Are you sure master? Once the process has started, it cannot be stopped until completion.” Animus warned. Draco waved a hand to the side.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure. Just get st-HEY!!!!”

But Draco would not be able to finish his words. Upon Draco’s confirmation, Animus reached out with massive metal hands, snatching up Draco like a toy. The lower part of Animus’ armor moved away from the groin section, and from the codpiece area slowly extended a massive, three foot long pneumatic device. Draco looked down at the imposing apparatus.

“I will begin to assist you in enacting the override, master.” Animus said mechanically as he held Draco up with one hand, ripping away his master’s pants with the other. Draco flailed in Animus’ grip, yet it would do him no good.

“Animus! ANIMUS! STOP! I order you to stop!” Draco screamed, yet Animus continued, unerring. He switched his grip down to Draco’s legs, prying them apart and laying him face down on the floor. Animus dragged Draco in towards him, carefully inserting the cold steel of his massive pneumatic apparatus. Draco screamed out in horror, but he did not realize that the horror was only beginning. With a frenzy of motion, Animus quickly began thrusting, accelerating almost instantly to a pace which only a machine could hope to achieve. The sheer friction of the metal on flesh curled Draco’s toenails as he felt the device penetrate into him incredibly deep. Animus worked swiftly and silently, his well-lubricated joints making no noise aside from the force of his device against Draco’s buttocks. Draco felt like his anus would simply erupt into flames, and he cried out for mercy, yet his pleas fell on the deaf ears of his own creation. After what seemed like an eternity of endless torment, Animus stopped with his apparatus still inside of Draco.

“Is…it…o…over?!” Draco stammered, but his hopes were dashed as he heard something akin to the sound of gears switching.

“Initiating phase two!” Animus announced, the apparatus beginning to spin, slowly accelerating.

“GOD NOOOOOOOO!!” Draco screamed, yet Animus was undeterred by the distraction. The apparatus spun feverishly as Animus continued his fast, repeated thrusts. Draco felt as if the device tore all the way through his stomach and into his throat. Blood streamed down the back of Draco’s legs, the only lubricant which somewhat lessened the massive friction caused by Animus’ pneumatic device.

“Reaching 12,400 Rotations Per Minute!” Animus proclaimed, the device still spinning, still thrusting at an inhuman pace. Draco reeled, but Animus’ tight hold kept him firmly in place where he could gain maximum penetration. Animus paused once again.

“Ple…ase! ANIMUS! STOP! Cease the protocol! PLEASE!!” Draco screamed, yet the only response he received was the announcement of another phase.

“Initiating phase three!” Animus said, removing the apparatus briefly. Draco panted heavily, feeling the fresh blood running over the back of his testicles and legs, trying to rest. Looking behind him briefly however, his rest was ended as he watched Animus’ apparatus change dramatically. The massive pneumatic shaft shook violently for several seconds before hundreds of metal spikes varying from half and inch to three inches in length shot out from the device, covering it completely. Once again it began to spin, Animus dragging Draco towards himself.

It was at this point that Draco realized that he could die.

His own creation now stood poised to kill him. How it had come to life he did not know, but deep within Draco’s soul, he regretted ever beginning to build the accursed model. He arched his back, trying to keep Animus from getting a good angle, yet the Gundam would not be denied as it’s overpowering strength yanked Draco’s legs back into the proper position. Looking upwards, Draco’s eyes traced over the walls of his room – likely the last time he would ever look at it. He saw his posters, pictures of his friends…and the window. But it was there upon the window that his eyes stopped.

“YOU! This is- AHHHHHHHH!!!” Draco screamed, but it would be too late for anything more. As Draco finally realized what had happened, his thoughts were obscured by the incredible pain of death. Blood splattered its way onto the shiny surface of the Gundam as the device did its work, chunks of Draco’s flesh being rended away and thrown against the walls. Soon Draco’s cries fell silent, as did the spinning of the device.

“Master eliminated. Initiating emergency shutdown.” Animus stated, immediately ceasing to function, still locked inside of Draco’s bloodstained orifice.

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“Hey, who’s the stupid looking orange one?” Steel said with a chuckle, throwing back another glass of liquor. One of the older patrons snapped at him.

“Shut up Steel…she’s been around the MSPB longer than you’ve probably known of its existence.”

Ratbat grinned slightly as she swished her orange-fur covered tail around, heading for the door. “It’s ok. I don’t really make it a point to come by here too often. Besides, I’ve gotta go anyways. Say hi to Draco for me.”

It would be weeks before anyone would get curious enough to look inside Draco’s quarters, and even longer before they understood what happened. However, for those who remembered the long forgotten AX days of the past, it was an all too clear reminder of what happens when a great artist mixes both mecha and hentai…

-Dedicated to Ratbat[/i]