here's a little something for Enigma... I threatened him with it so here it is...

WARNINGS: unexpectedness and lemon

DISCLAIMER: standard disclaimers apply, I own no one recognizable

Relaxation

High in a soaring tower of darkened glass and hardened steel the Hunter watched. And waited. Waited for the Prey that had eluded him for the past week. Little did the Prey know that his fate was sealed, the Hunter had once again found him. The Hunter settled back to watch and wait for the Prey to return to his bolthole.

The Hunter reclined in a position of watchful relaxation, the eye piece of the scope an easy lean forward away. He sat in the unlit room and contemplated his plan of attack. He debated strategies as he waited, discarding one after the other till his mind fixated on one that had his mouth curving upward in a smile of promise. This game, this hunt, it was intoxicating. The tension strung high, the strategy and the mental acrobatics were addicting. He'd been hard for days.

The sun had long since set when he caught a flash of light through the eye piece. His senses went on alert and he leaned froward to peer through the scope toward the apartment that was a twin of the one he was currently holed up in.

"Ahhhh..." The Hunter hissed in appreciation at the sight.

The Prey had obviously been out jogging. He was clad in nothing more than a tank top and a brief pair of nylon shorts that left little to the imgination. The Hunter felt a wave of posseiveness wash over him at the view.

He growled in a soft exhalation. "Mine..."

The Prey began a series of stretching moves. The Hunter shifted forward in his seat, his hand falling of its own volition to the front of his pants as it began to tease his erection.

The Prey moved and stretched, bending like a willow in the breeze. He was all lean muscle and smooth skin. The Hunter stared with rapt attention as the Prey bent forward and the thin shorts moulded themselves to the firm rounded curves of his ass. The hand teased further, the Hunter's cock growing yet stiffer and harder.

The Prey stood tall in a long stretch and slowly began to pull his top upward over his chiseled abs. The Hunter tensed. It was almost as if the Prey knew he was there, knew he was watching and was putting on a display designed to make him lose control. The Hunter growled again, unwilling to be the victim of a tease he couldn't touch but unable to look away.

The tank top was soon discarded and two thumbs toyed with the waistband of the shorts. The Prey shifted and moved as though unveiling himself for an unseen lover. The Hunter's hand squeezed reflexively through his pants as the Prey's shorts slithered down toned legs to fall to the floor, leaving a gloriously nude form bare to his view. The Hunter's breath hissed through clenched teeth, his mouth beginning to water.

The Prey turned, walking with a slow hip-swaying gait to exit the room. The Hunter saw the light in the bathroom come on and he turned the scope slightly and focused its single unblinking eye on the new scene. The Prey now stood under a steaming spray, his enjoyment of the water obvious in the lines of his body and the manner by which he ran soapy hands over pointed nipples. The Hunter's hand squeezed tightly and suddenly his cock let go in spasms, spraying the inside of his pants. The Hunter gasped and growled in angry completion, furious that he had lost control so easily. Payback time.

The Hunter moved swiftly to open the sliding glass doors leading to the deck. His equipment was already laid out in waiting for the moment that he chose to go after the Prey. He moved with efficiency, knowing he needed to get where he was going before the Prey was finished with the shower that would muffle the sound of his arrival. He aimed the gun at the balconey across and fired, the magnetic grapple shooting out to land with a deadened thud on one steel girder. He quickly affixed the near end and hooked the handles over the thin steel cable that now connected one building to the other. He threw one leg over the railing then the other to sit on the edge facing the other building. He then pushed off with his feet and flew across the chasm between the two edifices of glass and steel.

The Hunter prepared himself to land on the other balconey, landing on cat feet, silent. He kept low, crouched in the shadows as he quietly pried open the door and slipped inside to wait for an opportunity. He'd just managed to duck behind the sofa when the Prey walked back into the living room. His hair was still damp from the shower and he'd changed into a lounging outfit consisting of a loose long sleeved white cotton shirt and low slung white drawstring pants. He stopped in the center of the room, suddenly alert, his eyes questing but finding nothing. He rolled his shoulders as though shaking off a feeling and turned to look at the clock that hung on the wall.

One hand lifted to nudge the hand of the clock ahead, in the blink of an eye the heavy cotton cuff of his shirt was caught and pinned to the wall. He automatically reached to free his wrist with his other hand and felt rather than heard the metal sound of the shuriken as it flew past his head to embed itself through his other cuff and deep into the wall. He had begun an instinctively panicked struggle when he felt the press of a hot body behind him. The form pushed him up against the wall roughly, nearly knocking the breath from him. A questing hand slipped around and yanked on the tie to his pants causing them to fall to the floor in a soft fabric puddle around his ankles. The hand then grabbed at his soft-startled cock, pulling at it and forcing an erection through relentless stimulation. A chin was pressed to his shoulder and a growling auditory assault began across his sensitive ear.

"Thought you could get away from me, didn't you? Thought I wouldn't find you, didn't you?"

The only response was a low deep moan and a gasp as the rasping sound of a zipper lowered rent the air. A struggled ensued ending in the soft impact of a body against the wall and a high pitched release of breath. Pinned wrists continued to pull fitfully even as bared hips swung from side to side in an attempt at seduction. A thoroughly wet cock began its probing quest forward, slipping between firm rounded muscles to press its suit against a tender entrance. A voice ground out between gritted teeth.

"You are such a slut. You want it don't you? Don't you?"

Moans lifted in whimpering cadence, incoherent and breathless.

"Tell me."

"Yessss...."

"Tell me."

"Ahhh.... yess... fuck me... please... please... fuck me.... fuck meeee..."

Another moaning gasp, louder this time as one body moved forward and one body was impaled in slow deliberation. Two sighs lifted as pelvis met buttocks and a moment was taken to enjoy that exquisite pleasure that is the first penetration of a long hard fuck. Impossible to remain still, impossible to stop, impossible not to surrender to the instinctual carnal urge.

No preliminaries were required, two bodies met in syncopated rhythm. Flesh met flesh with harsh cries and harsh breath. Friction was applied and nerve bundles manipulated, rocking hips moved in a blur of erotic motion. Teeth closed over the back of a sensitive neck as the pace and force picked up. Soon all was heat and friction and the slap of skin. Surrounded and surrounding, sharp teeth and smooth liquid heat.

Cries rose louder as tension built and the animal scent of sex rose to stimulate further. A push, a nudge, a hard slamming thrust, a chest impacting the wall over and over with bruising force. Bodies lifted high on toes as the unbearable climb continued then crested in a mutual screaming that split the night air. Spasms and shaking limbs, suddenly without strength falling against the wall and slipping on a downward slide that initiated the tearing sound of cloth as a formerly pristine white shirt gave up its last integrity.

Arms closed around as breathing began to calm and poorly aimed kisses landed where they would. The night briefly returned to silence only to be punctuated by a soft gasp here and a breathless whimper there until the tiny supspicious sound of a masculine giggle was heard.

"...'Fei?"

"mmmhmmm?"

"Do you think one of these years we'll take a vacation and just relax on a beach like other people?"

"God I hope not."

Exhausted laughter and whispered endearments blanket in a cocoon of warmth.

"..ummm... 'Fei?"

"Yes Trowa-love?"

"You owe me another shirt."

"Put it on my tab."

_owari_

SteelSong
02/2001