MIL.🌟

The first instance had been by chance, a gravitation of two bodies pulled together in a moment of tenderness. Garma's chest heaved violently, unable to get oxygen to his brain as he panicked about the exam they were all to take the next morning. No matter how hard he panted, no relief came. His lungs were on fire, his eyes wide as he thought of all the ways he could possibly fail, and how quickly his family would reject him for his underperformance.

"What's the matter?" Char peeked a sunglassed eye from behind the book he had in his hands, his voice even but curious.

"The...the exam..." Garma sputtered out the words the best he could, his heart racing as he still fought to gain control of his breathing. "What if I fail... what if they--" his voice began to break, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"What if I'm a failure? The only Zabi to flunk out of the Military Academy. They'll--" he clenched his teeth, muting the sob that threatened to escape his throat as tears began to stream down his soft, pale face.

"Garma," Char placed his book down on the bed, hopping off his top bunk to sit beside his roommate on the bottom. "It's going to be okay. You study more than any other person I've ever met. What makes you think you're going to fail?" He hesitated, reaching an arm out to wrap around the shaking form of his friend.

"I've never been as good at military strategizing and field tactics as everyone else in my family. It seems like second nature to them, it comes naturally. But me? I have to study, I have to absorb as much information as my brain will possibly hold. It's expected of me." Garma sniffed, his watery eyes darting up to meet those of his roommate.

"Char," he scooted a little closer, leaning into his roommate's touch. "I don't want to disappoint anyone. You included."

"Garma," the blond's voice grew more serious, his brows furrowing over the lenses of his shades. "You're not going to disappoint anyone. You're going to do fine." He slid his other hand over to rest on top of his friend's, pulling him closer.

"You're right, Char. You're always right." Garma found himself leaning his head on the other's shoulder, peering up into his concealed eyes. It was such a shame such beautiful crystal blues were always hidden away, but he supposed Char preferred the mysterious angle they added to his appearance.

"Here, I'll give you something... for good luck."

Garma raised an eyebrow, wondering what the blond had in mind, before feeling his chin being lifted up by one of Char's long, dextrous fingers. He blushed, his eyelids fluttering shut as Char seemed to study his expression. Warm puffs of breath rolled accross his face as he felt the other draw closer, his heart pounding even harder than it had when he was having his panic attack.

Soft lips pressed against his own, and Garma felt like his soul was about to burst out of his chest. He slowly moved his own mouth against Char's, the world around them seeming to melt as their bodies connected. Char's warm, pink tongue licked at his bottom lip as they deepened the kiss, and Garma moaned softly in response, his cheeks becoming hot as blood rushed to his face.

After a few moments, the blond pulled away slowly, his lips glimmering with Garma's saliva, the corner pulled into the playful smirk his roommate knew and loved.

Just as he began to feel himself drift off, he felt a puff of warm breath ghost against the shell of his ear, and a pair of slender arms wrapping around his shoulders. The bodily contact immediately jolted Char awake, and he jumped a little in his seat at the intrusion.

A voice behind him chuckled softly. "Did I scare you?"

The Lieutenant made a faux face of disgust, before turning around to smirk at his old acquaintance, Garma Zabi. "Not in the least. What are you doing sneaking around at this hour, anyway?"

"I couldn't sleep," the Colonel replied, wrapping his arms around Char just a little tighter. "What are you doing dozing off at the controls?"

The Red Comet rolled his eyes and grinned. "We're in a safe zone. We should be good to coast for a couple of hours before returning to base. I thought maybe I'd rest my eyes for a change."

"Hmm." Garma grinned against the side of Char's face, his eyes fluttering shut. "Well, I had other things in mind, but if you're only interested in resting, I could always leave you alone."

The pilot quirked a brow beneath his mask. "Oh? What kind of things?" He rested a hand on Garma's forearm, stroking it lightly.

The Colonel opened an eye, a smirk pulling at his lips. Leaning forward, he slid a hand down Char's front, giving one of his muscular thighs a gentle squeeze through the thin fabric of his uniform.

The blond grunted in response, and felt months of pent-up desire quickly rush to his cock. When was the last time he had gotten a moment alone with Garma, this man who he dreamed of killing for years, who he somehow still couldn't get enough of? Had they not tired out their sexual tryst years ago, in the bunks of the Academy?

"I've missed you, Char." The Colonel buried his face into the side of the pilot's neck, kissing it tenderly. "I've thought about this moment for weeks, laying all alone in my bed. How wonderful it would be to have you in my arms again.."

A moan escaped Char's lips and he tilted his neck in response, allowing the other to press more dire, feverish kisses to the skin above the collar of his uniform. It was always moments like these that revealed his own weaknesses to himself, that he could be so easily seduced by the man he vowed to kill. And yet here he was, with the lips of his enemy on his neck, and his fingers ghosting over his hardening cock.

It was a complicated relationship, to say the least, but Char had accepted that through their years together.

Garma's long, dextrous fingers made easy work of the buttons on Char's collar, freeing his Adam's apple to the cool air of the cockpit. His lips locked on to the exposed skin like his life depended on it, making a sucking noise as he left a deep, red mark on the pilot.

"Aaahh..!" Char moaned, his face flushing with color as the Colonel ran his wet tongue along his jugular. "Fuck, Garma.."

Without a moment of hesitation, the pilot pulled the Colonel into his lap, his jaw going slack as the assault on his neck continued. He snaked a hand around to squeeze Garma's firm ass, which ground down slowly on his clothed erection.

The Colonel came up for breath for a moment, his hair slightly disheveled, a redness creeping into his cheeks and wet lips. Char would have been lying if he said Garma didn't look absolutely stunning in that moment, his deep brown eyes glazed over with lust. Maybe that's what kept the pilot in this endless cycle, constantly thinking about how he'd someday get his revenge against the Zabi family, whilst also falling into bed with the young prince almost every time they were stationed together. There was a gravitational pull between the two of them, one that neither of them could ever deny, despite how much Char wanted to believe otherwise.

The Lieutenant leaned up to press a soft kiss to Garma's lips, and gripped his thighs roughly as he pulled him in closer. This was a moment he wouldn't let go to waste. Who knew how much longer he could keep playing this game?

"Char," Garma breathed into the kiss, his nimble fingers going for the belt buckle that cinched his lover's perfect waist. He opened his mouth so that Char could slide his tongue inside, and reveled in the feeling as their teeth clashed together hungrily for a moment, before they once again found their rhythm.

Char slid a hand teasingly up Garma's front, grabbing his hardened cock through the pants of his uniform and squeezing it lightly. The Colonel moaned into his mouth in response, his face growing more and more red at Char's every touch. He bucked his hips, leaning back a little bit to give the pilot more access, and shakily slid the zipper of his pants down while gazing lustfully into the other's eyes.

Char smirked, clicking his tongue. "You're a little impatient today."

Garma blushed even harder, averting his eyes. "Shut up, Char. That's an order."

"Yes, Sir." Char's voice deepened, and he made slow, meticulous work of pulling Garma's hardened cock out of his pants, grasping it carefully as he slid his thumb over the head. His superior whined in response, biting at his lower lip as Char pumped his erection at an agonizing pace.

Tightening his grip on Garma's erection with one hand, Char slid the other down to free his own, his significantly larger length towering over his superior's. Adjusting himself in his seat, he pushed his cock up against the Colonel's grasping both with one large palm as he squeezed them together.

"Char.." Garma buried his face in the pilot's neck as he pumped them both, his breath hitching as Char's fingers paid special attention to the tip of his cock. He never expected to last long in the Red Comet's grasp, after years of sneaking off in the Academy and on missions together. Char knew exactly what buttons to press on the young Zabi, and in his years alive, Garma had never found another person who could make him squirm quite like his old bunk mate.

His pace quickened, and Garma squeezed his eyes shut, a pathetic mewl escaping his lips and ghosting over the lobe of Char's ear. "Char, don't make me cum so fast, please.."

The pilot removed his hand from between the two of them, grabbing Garma by the shoulders and nudging him towards the floor. He pumped his erection slowly in the Colonel's face, pressing the tip to Garma's bottom lip. Though his eyes were still covered by his mask, Garma could read the lustful, domineering look on Char's face without issue. His tongue flitted over the bead of precum on the tip of the Lieutenant's cock, and he took the tip into his mouth with a knowing look in his eyes.

Throwing his head back, Char moaned loudly as he was taken bit-by-bit into his superior's mouth, his fingers tangling into locks of silky, violet hair. Though he didn't want to admit it, no one would ever drive him as crazy in situations like these as Garma would; no one's lips would ever fit around his cock quite like those of the Zabi brat. He reveled in the sensation as his straining erection hit the back of Garma's throat continuously, he moaned wantonly at the sound of his friend, his enemy choking on his impressive length. Nothing would ever have the same effect on him, and as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, Char wondered if he would ever miss this once he enacted the revenge he was plotting.

Stroking himself desperately, Garma pulled his lips off of Char's cock with a wet pop, gasping for breath with a slackened jaw. He gazed up at Char those pleading eyes once more, those eyes that threatened to melt the pilot to a puddle in his seat.

"Fuck me, Char. Please.." the grasp on his erection tightened, and the Colonel didn't wait for an answer before he discarded the tight pants of his uniform, tossing them to the side. "I want you so badly, I can barely stand it."

Without a moment of hesitation, Char pulled Garma back up into his lap, prodding at his mouth with two thick fingers, making sure to get them nice and wet with his superior's saliva. Sharply, he pressed the moist digits at Garma's tight entrance, pushing past the warm ring of muscle and into the softness of his insides. Garma mewled, spreading his thighs to allow Char better access to his ass, and fucked himself down onto the pilot's hand as he fingered him roughly.

Just as Garma began to drool on his shoulder, Char removed his fingers, replacing them slowly with the tip of his cock. He pressed in slowly, burying himself all the way inside of the Colonel, and clenched his teeth as the warm cheeks of Garma's ass met his groin. That, he mused, was something he would never tire of. The primal feeling of skin on skin, the youngest Zabi twisting and writhing on his cock as he fucked him stupid, it was one of the better things these twists and turns of fate had given him.

The cockpit of the ship was soon filled with sounds of skin slapping on skin, the huffs and moans of the Lieutenant and his Captain growing louder as they both drew closer to their release.

Char's fingernails dug deeply into the soft skin of Garma's hips as he slammed him down on his cock, knowing very well that he was likely to leave marks with his rough handling. Garma could go and date however many women he wanted, hell, how many ever men he wanted, but Char wanted everyone to know who he really belonged to. This ass was his, and he had claimed it long ago in the dormitories of Zeon's Military Academy.

"Fuck, Char, I'm about to come.." Garma's eyes screwed shut, and he grabbed desperately for the sides of Char's face, holding on for dear life as he felt his orgasm build in the depths of his groin.

The pilot fucked him with every last drop of love, hatred, admiration, and animosity he held inside of him, all of his emotions building as he ripped the other apart from the inside. Feeling Garma's ass clench around his erection sent him over the edge, and he came with a grunt that his superior muffled with a sultry kiss, soon following behind him.

Garma melted in Char's arms as he felt the pilot release inside of him, his own come squirting in spurts accross his lover's bare chest. Riding the last waves of their orgasm, the two slumped over quietly, catching their breath as the room around them once again reverted to dead silence.

A few minutes passed before Garma eventually pulled away, using his undershirt to mop up the mess he had made on Char's defined pectoral muscles. He gazed into his friend's eyes lovingly, and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I love you, Char." The Colonel blushed, wondering if he was a fool for confessing his feelings like this in the middle of a war. "I hate leaving you.."

And in that moment, Char only wished he could reciprocate. For all the moments in his life that he had felt intense rage towards against the Zabi family, and had meticulously fantasized about how he would someday kill Garma, the pilot wanted more than anything to wake up from this cruel dream. Perhaps if he pinched himself, a new reality would come to light. His parents would still be alive, Sayla and himself would be living comfortably and peacefully, and Garma would just be another childhood friend, not the son of Degwin Zabi. The turmoil in his heart would be gone, and he would be free.