Revolving

AN: First attempt at Gundam Seed fanfic(let). Set to ep #40 or so. Probably a bit OOC and otherwise strange. Going with the spelling of names I got used to the most from fansubs.

Asuran closed up his flight suit, tugged at the sleeves to fit them right, tapped one foot against the deck. While he tried to convey calm, he certainly didn't feel that way. The uneasy feeling in his guts matched the heightened pace of his heart. Deep down, he knew what Kira had said was true - still, he had to go see his father, had to see for himself if his father had truly turned to extremism - to the desire to kill all Naturals. Even if he had, Asuran hoped to talk him out of such a dark path, out of the evil cycle of hatred. It was enough that he had nearly killed a friend, had even believed he'd done so, if not his father had to learn his lesson in such a harsh way as well - especially as his father had a far greater potential for harm dealt, and received in return.

He didn't expect to find Kira's words untruthful. He didn't expect to find his father particularly easy to reason with, either. When he'd been sent out with Justice on a mission of vengeance, his father had been rather adamant that he should destroy not only Freedom and Kira, but also anyone who had as much as touched the suit.

But he had to go.

He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, then focused on the door to his quarters. It was time to leave. The shuttle he'd requested would be ready soon.

He barely got out the door before he stopped. Kira was leaning up against the wall a bit down the corridor, also in his flight suit, the blue-and-white of the Earth Alliance, contrasting the blood red of ZAFT that Asuran was wearing. Yet, the colors they wore were not significant in the slightest; they had long since given up what the uniforms once stood for in favor of what they stood for.

Without looking up from the floor, Kira spoke. "I know I said I understood... I do..." Glance up. "But are you sure? Do you really have to go?"

Soft smile, sigh. Slowly, Asuran approached, put his hand on Kira's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Kira. I have to be sure."

"I see..." Kira's voice trailed off to a whisper, as he focused on Asuran's green eyes. "In that case..." He leaned closer, reached for Asuran's ear, brushed aside dark blue-black wisps of hair and touched his lips to Asuran's cheek. Leaning back, he smiled at his friend's baffled expression.

Asuran touched his fingers to the site of impact, let his hand drift down. "What... was that for?"

"For luck..." Kira started, briefly looking away. "...and insurance. If - if something were to happen, I wanted to have done at least that much..." Again, he avoided Asuran's questioning gaze. "Please, don't be mad at me. I... like you, Asuran, I like you a lot - but I know-"

Asuran stopped Kira by placing a gloved finger across Kira's lips. Answering his friend's smile with his own, Asuran closed the slight distance between them as he let the finger slide along the corner of Kira's mouth and trail across his cheek, out of the way before their lips brushed against each other.

Kira hesitated at first, but as Asuran persisted, doubts were pushed aside along with the last molecules of air trying to come between them. Lips parted, tongues and teeth clashed, hands trailed along the snug second skins of flight suits. Brief pauses coming up for air, uncoordinated shuffle and drift back towards Asuran's quarters, fingers working flight suit fastenings before their bodies crushed together again, more fierce kisses shared...

Long before the door slid close behind them, experiences and sensations had become a blur.

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Say what you will of gravity. There are certain things not easily done in light or non-existent gravity, just as there are things that are far simpler than normal in it. Normally, magnetic soles alleviate the issues of walking and standing - though floating is often preferable, as long as you can slow your drift before painful impacts against bulkheads and less fixed objects.

Of course, once you're naked, zero gravity allows for little else than floating about and grabbing a hold of anything available to remain in a fixed position, unless you're all out of momentum.

Kira couldn't remember whether they'd gotten around to locking the door or not. In truth, he didn't care, not now that they'd finally reached a still-point, hovering in the middle of the room, no longer bumping into the walls every so often. All he had to hold on to, was Asuran - and he had no complaints about that.

Nor did the way Asuran's hands caressed his lower spine and hips or how Asuran's warm, wet mouth closed around his cock bother him - quite the contrary.

It made it harder for him to reciprocate, made him moan around Asuran's erection while he struggled not to rock his hips, knowing that any unnecessary momentum could set them off in a spin, or worse. Circumstances were making him dizzy enough; he didn't need to add another twist to their mutual blow-job.

Except with his tongue.

The corners of his mouth curled up a bit as he heard Asuran's appreciation, felt the vibrations along his cock.

Asuran shivered as Kira's bangs tickled his inner thighs again, almost more of a stimulus than his tongue. He knew he wouldn't last long like this - not that the thought bothered him. Even so, he didn't want to be bested in stamina either.

Kira closed his mouth around Asuran's cock and sucked hard. Asuran lost his focus, Kira's erection slipping out of his mouth as he groaned in pleasure, another warm shiver racing up and down his spine.

This wouldn't do at all. Asuran held onto Kira's knee with one hand to prevent drifting away, brought the other hand to his mouth and thoroughly coated two of his digits with saliva. He took Kira's cock back into his mouth and reached around Kira's rear, trailing the wet fingers down between Kira's butt cheeks as he bobbed his head down on him. It was Asuran's turn to smirk around his lover's cock at the sound of soft, appreciative whimpers.

Asuran grazed the tip of his finger across Kira's pucker, started rubbing it softly, bobbing his head down while applying weak pressure there.

Kira could swear he saw stars before his eyes. He'd heard blow jobs could be nice - had heard of many things that could be nice. Yet, barring the occaional privat experimentation, the closest he'd ever been to living through them were the nights he'd shared a bed with Frey. They had never done anything as actively as this, though. At best, what he and Frey had shared could be called petting - and, of course, Frey had been a girl. Asuran was definitely not.

Was this wrong, was this right? Kira couldn't tell. He could say he enjoyed every second of it, though - and had his mouth not been otherwise engaged, he might have.

Asuran's slick finger pushed inside him to the first knuckle, flickered around just inside the ring of muscle. Kira shivered, his body unable to remain calm. It was definitely not something Kira had done before - but now, something he knew he had wanted for a long time, now more than ever.

Second knuckle. Third. Kira moaned. Then, as Asuran's fingertip brushed against a particular spot, Kira lost his hold on Asuran's cock, the erection slipping out in favor of badly needed, ragged breaths. He was close, almost too close now. Reluctantly, he patted Asuran's butt, then touched his elbow, calling for his attention.

Asuran gave him a glance at first, then pulled back, both from Kira's cock and rear. "Kira?"

Slowly, Kira used Asuran's body as leverage for turning himself around, floating upright alongside his best friend, his archrival - and now his lover. Hesitating for a minute, Kira leant in and kissed him, hard, also grabbing one of Asuran's wrists.

Leaning back again, he barely breathed against Asuran's cheek, "I don't want your cock in my mouth anymore..."

Asuran went briefly rigid, then overly relaxed. "Oh..."

Kira guided the trapped hand around his backside, making sure it got a good hold of his butt, fingertips brushing the crack. "I want it... there," Kira said, fighting against the lump in his throat, against his raised heart beat.

Asuran started to smile, used his free arm to hug Kira tight, clutching his rear as well. "I admit, a lot of this is new to me, and there are a lot of things I don't know..." Asuran's lips brushed against Kira's. "But I'm pretty sure that would hurt."

Kira's arms tightened around Asuran's back and waist as he kissed Asuran's shoulder. "That - that's okay, I can take the pain, if-"

With some effort, Asuran managed to get free enough from Kira's embrace to lean back for eye contact. He shook his head. "But I can't." Kira's open expression made him explain further, hold Kira closer, caressing the small of his back as well as a sensitive spot he'd discovered between Kira's shoulder blades. "I... I don't ever want to hurt you again - do you understand?" He kissed Kira's neck, grated his teeth across Kira's skin. "We've caused each other enough pain already. That's over now. No more."

Sensing Kira start to let go of him, Asuran relented a bit, brought one hand back to cup Kira's cheek, caressing him with his thumb. "I only want you. This. Us."

Kira opened his mouth to answer, but words failed him when he tried, both the first, second and third time. How could he speak his doubts when Asuran voiced his feelings like that? Finally, he managed to whisper an "Asuran..."

"Hm?"

He rested his chin on Asuran's shoulder, maintaining a loose embrace, suddenly aware of how relaxed his crotch had become compared to the rest of him. "You... like my sister, don't you?"

Asuran understood what Kira was getting at right away, smiled softly and tightened his hold, pressing their bodies together. One moment was past, another not. "And you like my fiancée, don't you?"

Kira felt his cheeks warm up, nodded slowly, his bangs tickling Asuran's throat. "How do you think... they'd feel about... this..." He touched his lips to Asuran's skin. "If they knew that we have - that we were - are-"

Kisses to neck, fingertips caressing spine, one digit circling the tailbone. "Love can be shared between more than two people, Kira... But if you don't want this, we-"

Kira fought back the unease in his gut, swallowed. "I want it," he hastily answered. "I want you - and Rakusu..." Grinning sheepishly, he leaned back to observe Asuran's reaction, immensely relieved to only catch a smile.

"She'd understand this, I'm sure." Soft chuckle. "Though I'm pretty sure Haru would object."

Kira managed a nervous laugh, weaved his fingers into Asuran's loose hair. "Kagari... I don't know if..." He looked away. "Sorry."

Asuran's lips touched Kira's temple. "She loves her brother very much - perhaps enough to share her... boyfriend with him too, every so often."

Hesitantly, Kira nodded, hugged Asuran close, realizing he wasn't the only one out of the mood. "We're so messed up..."

Asuran returned the tight embrace. "Probably - but at least we're together."

"Now, sure..." Sigh. "But you're still going away."

Cheeks against each other, soft whispers in Kira's ear. "I'll be back."

Kira fell silent, not wanting to add the 'you don't know that' he felt like saying. Instead, he opted to stay in Asuran's arms for as long as he could. What they'd set out to do without planning anything, without thinking, was beyond reach for now. Against his thigh, he could feel Asuran had lost the initial raw, needy urge as well. "I'm sorry," Kira began, rubbing his thigh against Asuran's limp cock. "I didn't mean to ruin everything like this - I didn't think-"

Asuran silenced him with a kiss, dug his fingers into the hair at the back of Kira's head, kept their mouths together for close to a minute, not meeting any objections except the uneasy rhythm of breaths across his cheek. Once parting, he made sure to brush his lips across the tip of Kira's nose on the retreat. "It's okay, Kira. It could have become messy, with the lack of gravity." He glanced about in the room, smiled at the many minute droplets of perspiration drifting in the air. "I think we've given the air recyclers enough fluids to work with already..."

Kira looked around too, chuckled faintly.

Asuran trailed a finger off Kira's tailbone, slipping down, brushing along the edge of Kira's rear as they kissed briefly again. "When I get back," Asuran started, voice sincere, "We can do as you asked - but only if you still want to, and only if we can get a hold of something to ease the discomfort with..."

Smiling at that, Kira quickly returned the peck of a kiss. It would take hours until they spoke again. For that moment, all that mattered was how they huddled close together, spinning slowly in zero gravity, revolving around each other. He almost forgot they were naked, cruelly reminded as the room started feeling cold.

Without words, they untangled from each other and got dressed. They headed for the mess hall to share dinner once more, all the while communicating only through the occasional glance and stray touch.

They would part - for a little while, at least.

And then, they'd be together again.

With luck, for longer than this.

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