Watching You

TITLE: Watching You
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: For the sake of this fic, let's assume that the HQs of both the Allied forces and the Black Hole army are roughly in the same time zone, OK? Also note that some of the story codes for this fic are only there out of completeness and really only get a mention in this story.


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Lash' room at the Black Hole HQ was pretty much what you would except a slightly deranged brilliant teenager's room to look like. The colours that dominated the room were mostly metallic grey and black. Bits of metal and wire were scattered all over the place. There was a bed, but it didn't look like it got much use. There were two desks, both with a sleek computer standing on them and on the desk with the slightly less sleek computer was also a chess board, with a game apparently in play.

Lash strolled into the room, locked the door and let herself fall in the only chair the room had. It had been another fun day playing war and Lash was in the mood for a little relaxation. She rolled the chair towards the desk bereft of a chess board and booted up its computer. After the whole tedious business of entering her username and password ('Lash' and 'password' respectively), the desktop appeared in all its black glory, except for the one little white shortcut icon. She double clicked it and grinned when a flawless picture of the Allied Nation's HQ appeared. Apparently, her spy cameras hadn't been found yet, but then again, she had designed them herself, so she really shouldn't be surprised about that.

It had occurred to Lash many times that she could use her crafty little devices to gather a host of intelligence for any upcoming battles, but why bother? After all, if you knew everything that was going to happen it just wouldn't be any fun.

With a few clicks of the mouse, the Allied mess hall appeared. It was mostly empty, which wasn't all that surprising at this hour of the evening. Jake was there, sitting at a table, talking animately about something. Rachel was there as well, a glazed look in her eyes and the expression of someone considering the advantages of suicide on her face.

"So then I, like, totally..."

"Owned them?" Rachel said wearily.

"Nah, nah, I didn't just own them," said Jake. "I totally pwned them."

Rachel groaned and slammed her head on the table. Jake apparently interpreted this as an encouragement to keep on talking and did just that.

Lash clicked away from the mess hall to...

"Hello, this looks promising."

Sasha's room was aglow with the soft light of candles. A table had been laid out for two and Sasha, dressed in an exquisite blue dress, was obviously waiting for someone. A knock on the door propelled her upright.

"C-Come in," said Sasha, smoothing down her dress.

Jess opened the door and stepped inside. Contrary to Sasha, she was dressed in her regular green uniform and hadn't gone to any lengths to make herself prettier. She looked around quickly and gave an apologetic smile.

"If I'd known, I'd have put on something more appropriate," she said.

Sasha smiled. "It doesn't matter. You look good in anything. I- I mean..."

Lash giggled. "You are so her bitch, aren't you?"

"Would you care for some champagne?" said Sasha.

"No thank you," said Jess.

"Wine? I have some excellent vintages."

"I don't drink alcohol, sorry."

"Ah. In that case I fear I only have water."

"That'll be fine," said Jess.

"Well then please, sit down. I arranged caviar for tonight."

"Caviar?" said Jess. "Huh."

"You don't like caviar?" said Sasha.

"Not sure," said Jess. "Never tasted it before. I'm used to simple meals or rations, you know."

"Oh. W-well, I'm sure, if you want, I can..."

Jess took Sasha's hands in her own, instantly making the Blue Moon CO relax visibly.

"Hey, it's OK," she said. "I don't care what you serve me as long as you're here."

Sasha smiled. "I'm sorry. You must think me so insecure. It's just, I've never felt..."

"I know," said Jess. "I've been there. It'll be alright. Trust me."

"Jess..."

Lash groaned. They were going to be all mushy again, she just knew it. It had been so much more fun at first. Sasha had just lusted after Jess and the two of them spent their evenings just having sex. Simple, raw, no-strings-attached fucking. Why couldn't it have stayed like that? But no, they just had to fall in love, didn't they? Now they spent hours just talking or looking into each other's eyes or something silly like that. Where was the fun in that?

Feeling cheated about the whole thing, Lash clicked further.

Sonja's room was tidy and organised as always. Sonja herself was sitting in a chair, reading a book. Probably one about some ancient strategist who managed to win his battles without spectacular casualties and, therefore, not greatly remembered in the pages of history.

In other words, boring.

Lash was about to click on again when something caught her eye. Sitting on a low table was a chess board, which looked very similar to Lash' own chess board save for a single black knight standing in a different place.

Lash pushed her chair away from the desk, swivelled around and came to a stop in front of her other desk. She booted up its computer. It was not a very usual computer, at least not in this base. It wasn't connected to any Black Hole network of any kind and any outsider who happened to hack it would think that it belonged to some anonymous chess enthusiast living somewhere in Green Earth.

Lash checked her e-mail and discovered that Sonja had indeed sent her a message, announcing the movement of a black knight. Lash performed the move on her own chess board and stared at it. She wasn't sure what Sonja was planning to do. She might be planning an attack with her knights, but then again, she might be clearing the way for a rook-bishop combo. Maybe both.

Lash shrugged and moved a pawn. If she did have a reason for that move, it would be making Sonja all confused about why she had moved that particular pawn. Sonja was cute when she was all flustered.

Lash wrote a quick, little e-mail announcing her own move, sent it, shut down the computer and swooped back to the other desk. She waited expectantly in case Sonja had her own laptop turned on, but as it turned out she just kept on reading her book.

Clicking away, the screen suddenly showed an empty room. No big surprise there. The Allied COs didn't spend all their time in their rooms, after all. Still, this was Max' room and if he wasn't here, then there was a good chance, that he was... well... someplace else.

Just to check if she was once again right, Lash clicked to a different bedroom. And sure enough, there was Max, on a bed, on all-fours. Well, all-threes actually since he was using one hand to jerk himself off. And, naturally, behind the big gorilla was that scrawny scarecrow Grit enthusiastically pounding his ass.

Boring, boring, boring.

They did this every night and they never had a different position. Maybe it worked for them, but it didn't work for Lash. Besides, they were guys and guys just weren't interesting, except as guinea-pigs.

"Ah, nice seas today. Oh no, look, here comes a bomber. Oh dear, it's commanded by Eagle. My, my, what shall I do? Send out a cruiser, perhaps. Of course!"

Lash smiled. Drake was playing in the swimming pool again. At first she'd been jealous of the fact that the Allied forces had their own swimming pool, but once she realised that Drake tended to occupy it a lot, that envy lessened considerably.

"And down the bomber goes," Drake said, the little metal figure in his hand wobbling. "Once, ruler of the skies, now so much overpriced scrap metal."

"You do realise I'm standing right here, right?" said Eagle from the edge of the swimming pool behind Drake.

"Of course," said Drake.

"And here I was thinking Jess was my biggest rival," said Eagle.

Drake let go of his toys, which floated away (except for the bomber, which sank). "I'm only having a bit of fun Eagle, lighten up. Come on, hop in. The water's lovely."

"Can't. I have to go inspect my overpriced scrap metal."

"Suit yourself," said Drake.

Eagle left and as he did, Lash looked elsewhere as well.

"What the..."

She'd switched back to Sonja's room, hoping that she was puzzled about the chess game. She wasn't. She also wasn't reading any more. More or less. She was still holding the book loosely, but her eyes were closed and her body was tense. Her other hand was somewhere underneath the hemline of her skirt.

Lash bit her lower lip. She'd never, ever seen Sonja like this. Lash had always found her cool, competent and fun to play with, but it had never occurred to her that she could also be fun to play with. Sure, she had all her clothes on and everything, but she was still pleasuring herself and experiencing such, well, pleasure.

Lash felt herself becoming wet. This was so much more like it. And if Sonja liked girls... oh, that would be so... Perhaps she should ask her next time they met on the battlefield. For now, Lash was perfectly content to put her hand on her bare stomach and slide it down towards...

Sonja groaned, shuddered and relaxed.

"What?" Lash said. "No. No! You can't be..."

But she was. Sonja pulled herself together and started tidying herself up, insofar as there was anything to tidy up. Then she washed her hands and went back to reading her book.

"I can't believe this," Lash moaned. "How dare you have an orgasm just when I was getting all bothered. You spoilsport!"

Sonja, totally unaware that someone was yelling at her from behind a screen somewhere, calmly turned a page.

"Well, now I know what's it like to be straight," Lash muttered.

Without really paying attention, Lash clicked to someplace else. She still wanted to touch herself, really, really wanted to, but she had her pride, kind of. Just masturbating all on her own was so unsatisfying. She was a very sharing person, after all. She wanted lots of people to share in as much mayhem, destruction and chaos as she could dish out. And if she was having a certain kind of pleasurable experience, she wanted to know that other people were having similar experiences as well.

She'd never really explored the hows and whys of this particular need. Perhaps she should. Maybe it was some kind of sign that she...

Hey, what was this?

She'd clicked back to the mess hall, where Jake was still talking at Rachel. But now Nell had sauntered inside, seemingly by casual accident, but there was a very definite intent in her body language.

"I mean, did I totally rawk or..."

"Hate to interrupt you, Jake, but I need to talk to my sister," said Nell.

Rachel blinked, looked up. "Alrightlet'sgo."

"Hey, you can chill here, I don't mind," said Jake.

"Sorry, but it's important," said Nell. "Strategy session, you understand."

"Oh, right," said Jake.

Lash frowned. Clearly possessing an intellect superior to that of Jake, she found it very odd that anyone would hold a strategy session at half past eight. She watched Nell and Rachel walk out the mess hall and quickly switched over to a hallway camera.

"Thanks sis," said Rachel. "Sometimes that guy really..."

Rachel's sentence was abruptly cut off when Nell pressed her body against the wall and pressed her lips onto hers.

Lash choked. "What the... How the hell did I miss this?"

"Nell..." said Rachel slowly. "Didn't we agree...?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," said Nell, pressing her body as close to Rachel's as she could. "But I couldn't stand it any more. I need you."

"But sis, if the others found out..."

"I'm willing to rely on my luck for us," said Nell. "Please."

Various conflicting emotions flashed across Rachel's features. "Alright," she said. "But not here. Let's... let's get inside a supply closet."

Nell's face lit up with joy. "Yes, let's."

Nell and Rachel furtively looked around, them disappeared into a nearby supply closet. Eyes wide and eager, loins aflame, Lash clicked towards...

A black screen.

"No!" she screamed. "What is wrong with you!"

She closed her eyes and groaned. She remembered that the first prototype spy camera she'd made was the only one who'd given up functioning after a while. And she'd put it in a little supply closet because she never thought anything interesting might happen in there.

Lash screamed with frustration and rage, hammered on the screen with her fists. She took several deep breaths and calmed down slowly. That is, her rage subsided, but she was still horny. She'd grown so wet, her panties were getting drenched and she'd unconsciously started rubbing her pussy on the chair, which didn't do enough for her to get off, but did just enough to get her even more aroused.

Lash clicked back towards Sasha's room. She didn't care if she had to suffer through hours of mushiness, she didn't care if Jess and Sasha wasted their time gazing into each other's eyes, she had to see something, anything. Even a kiss would do.

But it seemed like Lash would be disappointed tonight. There wasn't even anyone in the room right now. The table that Sasha had laid out so carefully looked completely untouched and the candles had been blown out. Lash swivelled the camera towards the door leading into the bedroom. It was too dark to really see anything, but...

A quick little click took Lash into Sasha's bedroom. The new image on the screen was enough to take her breath away.

It was difficult to see. Moonlight was the only thing illuminating the room. But there were two shapes lying in bed, underneath the covers. One was Jess, the other was Sasha. They were not obviously having sex, or at least, not of the kind they had had after they'd given in to their initial attraction. They were hugging, perhaps kissing. Nothing really orgasm-inducing was happening, but Lash the got the faint impression that that wasn't really all that important to them right now.

Lash slouched in her chair and felt some of the tension slowly draining. Sure, she was still horny as all heck, but... hmm... it looked like she had a little time on her hands. Amongst other things.

Lash leisurely slipped a hand into her pants and panties and positively revelled in the heat and wetness she found. Moaning softly, she traced the outlines of her slit with her fingers. She looked at the figures on the screen and closed her eyes.

Jess' lips gently, lovingly touched her own. Behind her, Lash could feel Sasha's naked body pressing against her back. No words were spoken, simply because there was no need for them. Jess slowly let a hand wander down Lash' body until it had reached the place between her legs. Lash groaned with delight as Jess circled her clit, never coming close enough for full effect, but more than close enough to set her whole body aflame. A hand was put on her shoulder and Lash was gently rolled onto her back. Jess calmly continued exploring Lash' folds and her moaning was smothered when Sasha kissed her, her hands starting to cup Lash' breasts. Her hands skillfully kneaded Lash' soft flesh, adding her own fire to the heat Jess was creating between her legs. Her body started shaking with pleasure and Jess and Sasha both kissed her to calm her down somewhat, their three tongues playing a delightful little game together.

A small orgasm shot through Lash, making her tremble in her chair.

Jess and Sasha gently stroked parts of Lash' naked body, clearly enjoying the sight of their lover's glow. Lash opened her eyes and smiled weakly at them both. Then she nodded at Jess, who grinned. Sasha looked confused at this unspoken communication and was quite surprised when Lash suddenly rolled and the Blue Moon CO found herself inbetween Lash and Jess. Still a little uneasy about her preferences and in any case unaccustomed to two women appreciatively taking in her naked body, Sasha blushed. Lash and Jess grinned at each other and spread Sasha's legs. Sasha moaned and tightly gripped the sheets when two tongues suddenly started lapping at her pussy. Lash delighted in the taste of Sasha's wetness and drank as much as she could. Jess moved up slightly and sucked on Sasha's clit. The brunette groaned loudly, almost painfully, and her hips moved as willing to give Jess better access at her clit. Lash, meanwhile, needing more of Sasha's fluids dipped her tongue inside of her, sending tremors throughout her body.

With both Jess and Lash paying such attention to her, Sasha felt the control of her body slipping away, shaking, bucking and convulsing, moaning, screaming and panting. Then, suddenly, she froze completely mere moments before she started shuddering violently and moaned loudly, instinctively trying (and failing) to express just how much sheer pleasure burst through her body.

Moaning, her fingers deep inside her pussy, Lash shuddered as a second, bigger, orgasm washed over her. She moved her fingers frantically, trying to extend her joy for as long as possible until only a pleasing feeling of deep satisfaction remained. She opened her eyes and saw that Jess and Sasha's almost innocent petting was beginning to become somewhat less innocent.

Lash withdrew her hand from her panties, smiled, and blew them a kiss.