Title:  Untitled
Author:  Galaxia Usher
Archive:  Sisters Gundam Wing Page
Category:  humor, etc.
Pairings:  3xheavyarms
Standard Disclaimer:  the characters of Gunam Wing do not belong to me.
Rating: R
Warning:  Lemon
Spoiler:  none
Notes:  Mina:  I'm writing this for Galaxia, because she can't right now.  This is wicked funny.
Feedback:  All *good* comments are welcome.

Trowa sat in the cockpit of his Gundam.  He was looking out the window enjoying the view.  There was a strange aura 
around Heavyarms today, though he wasn't quite sure what it was.  

The pilot adjusted his position on his chair so that he was sitting on the edge of it.  He could get a better view out the 
window this way.  He sat with his legs open partially and his elbows resting on his upper thigh, his hands hung between his 
legs.  "What a beautiful day, ne Heavyarms?"  He said aloud.  

Of course there was no reply, he smiled a bit closing his eyes.  

Suddenly he felt something pressing on his crotch.  It sent exciting waves through him.  Clearing his throat to keep from 
moaning he looked down.  The joystick of his Gundam was pushing against his sensitive area.  

He tweaked an eyebrow.  ‘How'd it get like that?'  

The pressure increased slightly and he let out a quick little groan before he caught himself.  Looking around he began to 
feel a little embarrassed when he realized how good it felt.

‘What am I doing?!'  He thought to himself.  

Putting his hand on the joystick he pushed it away from his crotch feeling slightly disappointed at the removal of the thrills.  
That was when he realized that he had become hard.  He closed his eyes a bit trying to will it to go away, but enticing
pictures just flashed through his mind.

His eyes were open again as he felt something again pressing his groin.  "That joystick....."  He said aloud to no one in 
particular.  The stick slackened a bit then pressed hard on him, then slackened, then pressed, over and over, eliciting 
low grunts from the pilot.  

It stopped suddenly. 

"Heavyarms, are you trying to tell me something?"  He asked nearly smiling at the thought.  

The stick suddenly shot forward and pressed him with a force so great it caused Trowa to lean forward with a vice grip 
on the chair.  He closed his eyes tight and let out a sharp grunt.

"Oh God."  He whispered.

The pressure was so intense that Trowa nearly went over the edge, but the pressure stopped as suddenly as it had begun. 

Opening his eyes he looked at the joystick lustfully.  His arousal was pressing painfully against his tight jeans.  Quickly 
he undid them, freeing his erection.  He leaned his head back on the chair, as fires burned in his loins.  His breathing 
was heavy as he tried to calm himself.

‘It was nothing.  It was nothing.  Besides.  You can't have sex with a Gundam.  It's impossible.'  He told himself.  His 
eyes drifted back to the shinny joystick.  It seemed to call him and he could feel himself getting harder.  ‘It's a joystick.  
You can't do it with a....although it does look an awful lot like a.....'  Trowa thought as he eyed it's shape.

He looked around.  Quatre hadn't been putting out lately, so maybe......

He quickly turned off the vid screen so that no one could see in, then standing up he took off his pants.  Trowa stared 
at the instrument.  It began to move back and forth in a swaying motion that caused a low purr to flare from the pilots 
thoughts.

He turned around and began to lower himself onto it.  It was larger than a penis, but it still felt like one.  

Adjusting himself to the pressure he felt the stick hit that spot inside of him that shot a blast of pleasure through him.  
He groaned aloud.  Lifting himself up a bit he plunged down again making sure to hit the same spot.  He moaned 
again.  Then began to move in a rhythm which speed up quickly.  He moved it in and out faster and faster moaning 
all the while.  This felt so good that he began to cry out.  Not sure if using his Gundam's name would be appropriate
he called out, "Oh! Oh! Yes."  

Before realizing it, his body shook as he released himself all over the cockpit of Heavyarms.  He nearly collapsed on 
the floor as he slowly removed himself off the joystick.  

Throwing himself upon his chair he heard a voice suddenly.  "Heavyarms?"  He questioned.

"You okay in there?"  The voice asked.  Trowa sat up a little.  "Yes.  I'm fine."  The voice was strangely familiar.

"What's going on up there?  We could hear loud noises from you over our communications in the Gundams."  He 
recognized ht e voice now.  It was Duo's.

Trowa put his face in his hands.  "No.  I'm perfectly fine.  No need to worry."  

"Okay.  But we better get going soon.  The Scientists will be here any second to inspect the Gundams."  Duo 
told him.

Trowa's eyes widened and his head shot up.  "What time are they supposed to be here?"  His voice sounded 
calm, but his eyes danced slightly with worry.  

"Will...any seco...Oh!  They're here now."  

His eyes widened once again as he opened the view screen.  There on the ground outside he saw two 
scientists with Quatre and Heero, heading for Heavyarms.

"Oh God."  He said for the second time.  Only this time he wasn't in pleasure.  

‘Now what do I do?'  His mind raced with possibilities, but the only suitable one was to get the hell out 
of there.  

Then the hatch to his Gundam started to open.

Too Late!   

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