30-Apr-2002
Title: Bloodline
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and von (sablexo1@yahoo.com)
Category: yaoi, AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 6 x 5
Spoilers: Series
WARNINGS: Lemon
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
Feedback: Any and all comments welcome, be they short or long.
NOTES: This fic takes place in the same Alternate Universe as another story by us, "An Amercian Werewolf in Space". In some ways it is a sequel, as it takes place almost immediately after American Werewolf, but it has a different set of main characters. It is the second installment of what I am calling the "Great Monsters Series". Other fics will probably be forthcoming, including a true sequel to American Werewolf, but in the meantime, we hope you enjoy this one.
Zechs felt a shiver through his body, but this time it was one of warmth and desire. "I will help you find justice," he said. "But that won't help you survive," Zechs added as he tilted his head to one side.
Wufei's eyes flashed darkly, and he slid his left hand around the right side of Zechs's neck and wound the right one into the thick mass of heavy silk. Closing his eyes and hiding the flames, he leaned close and his mouth found the soft skin of the Lightning Count's elegant throat. The press of his lips was soft and warm, parting against the skin to let a wet, almost steamy tongue lathe the surface. Lost in the scent, feeling the pulse beneath the skin call to him, Wufei didn't understand why this time was so different. Why he didn't want to tear flesh to get at the hot liquid he needed so badly. He only knew that something else had woken inside him, something as new as the rest, even newer because this was the first time it had been called into play. He suddenly knew he could make this... pleasurable for the blond. Kissing Zechs's neck lingeringly, there was barely a prick as the sharp points of his fangs broke the skin and entered only as far as they had to in order to reach the rich artery that pulsed so invitingly there. With an emotion he could never remember feeling so strongly, he took nourishment.
At the touch of Wufei's lips against his neck, Zechs felt his body settle and begin to throb with need. His arms moved around Wufei's body, holding him securely. The kiss was unlike any other he had ever experienced. Soft, dark hair caressed the underside of his chin as he felt his manhood stir inside the confines of his pants. Not knowing what to expect, Zechs was pleasantly surprised and pleased the there was no pain, but waves of wonderful sensation, that left him breathing deeply and rocking gently as Wufei fed.
The Chinese Gundam pilot was immersed in an experience unlike any before. Treize could have told him, but of course Treize had given him little or no information, no guidance, nothing but the curse. Compelled by rage, hunger, and fueled by a warrior's spirit, Wufei had taken blood in the midst of his battles as he stalked Treize across the world. The terror in the blood he'd taken had only multiplied his own fury. The taste had been addictive, strong, overpowering, like some kind of raw street drug that punished the body even as it supplied life. This... this was different in every way. The blood was warm, rich and salty-sweet. It carried the pulse of something his senses recognized and his body reacted to. In exerting his will to make the experience a pleasant one for Zechs, Wufei found that pleasure returning to him in the life-giving liquid.
It nourished him, speeded his healing, and brought about a kind of euphoria. He felt Zechs rocking against him and combed his fingers through the thick silver-white silk of the man's hair, as the pain in his chest dissipated, and strength began to return.
Suddenly he realized he was losing himself, his judgment blurred by the warm haze that seemed to wrap them together. Abruptly, he lifted his mouth, gasping, using every bit of determination he could summon not to return to that smooth pale throat, now marred by clean, almost delicate twin incisions with the thinnest thread of blood slowly painting itself along the elegant line.
Zechs' eyes opened at the sudden departure of warmth at his neck. He still felt caught up in that dream-like state, but a more dispassionate voice from inside warned him of excess. Not since he had challenged himself by taking on the Tallgeese did Zechs feel such a sense of his own mortality. Looking at Wufei, the tall blond slid his hand underneath the mass of dark hair and around the back of Wufei's neck. He felt a hunger inside as he looked into the beautiful, exotic eyes.
He wanted to say some of the impossible things in his head, even though he knew the Chinese pilot would not understand. He could see that Wufei seemed healthier and stronger. It pleased him. "I guess it worked," he said, finding his voice low and raspy.
Wufei blinked at Zechs, the understatement in those words almost pushing him into an hysterical laugh. The glamour he'd exerted instinctively to soothe his benefactor was still pulsing in his own veins, the tall man's hormones racing through his body, sparking new reactions in the still unfamiliar chemistry. He had no desire to drain Zechs until he was lifeless.... no, it was suddenly very important to keep this magnificent creature alive, to taste again... but as the blood hunger was sated and curbed, another hunger flared with an intensity he'd never conceived of, let alone felt. A portion of the new blood rushed to his lap. His lips, perceptibly ruddier, felt tender and he licked them to ease the sensation. Unexpectedly, bloodlust had simply become lust... and Wufei hadn't the slightest idea what to do with it.
Zechs watched the play of emotions travel across Wufei's face. His body and his mind told him that what he wanted was what he was holding in his arms. Arguments to the fact fell by the wayside. "Now, I have a very unusual request," he said, moving closer to Wufei and deeper into madness. "A kiss of my own," he added, closing the distance between them. Tilting his head slightly, he pressed his mouth against Wufei's. Closing his eyes, Zechs felt that encompassing euphoria return. This time it was carried on the back of passion. Parting the slightly swollen lips with his tongue, Zech's slid his tongue into Wufei's mouth, tasting and exploring him. The hand at Wufei's neck stroked soft skin as the Lightning Count pulled Wufei into a deeper embrace.
It never once occurred to Wufei to refuse, especially not with his body leading the conspiracy against his rational mind. He'd never kissed or been kissed by a male before, with one recent exception, and that he tried hard not to think about. He'd never had a reaction like the one he was having, but it didn't matter. He was overwhelmed by a never before felt passion that seemed to throb in every cell of his body. Zechs's mouth on his, his tongue... the taste and feel... he hadn't a moment's chance of resisting the surge of arousal that thundered through him. His arms wound around the man, tightening possessively as he pressed up into the kiss, giving everything in him without thought of hesitation.
Zechs slid his long fingers into the dark silk, feeling Wufei's hair slide along his skin as he kissed him. As Wufei embraced him, Zechs felt his body settle as the kiss took on a compelling rhythm of its own. With each moment that passed, the tall blond man felt years-strong barriers slip and fall away. He had never felt this taken with another human being and a voice warned him of the danger of exposing himself so fully. Feeling his ardor returned so completely, Zechs found the voice easy to ignore.
His hands moved to Wufei's back, then slid down to his waist. Leaning down further on the bed, Zechs held Wufei against him. Parting the Chinese pilot's thighs with his leg, Zechs broke the kiss with another gasp as he felt the distinctive hardness of Wufei's cock press against him. Instinctively, his own hips rose as his manhood sought the warm body against him.
A deep groan burst from Wufei's throat at the physical contact made by their shifting bodies against each other. A sensation like an electrical shock moved through him as he felt his legs pressed apart by the blond's thigh. His manhood felt heavy and hot, throbbing against Zechs's still-clad lower half. Dark eyes wide, he swallowed, grasping to the idea that at least the other man didn't seem repelled or even indifferent to the things he was feeling and his body's strong reactions. His lips formed a word. Even as he said it, he wasn't really sure what he was asking. "Why...?"
Zechs looked at Wufei through half-lidded eyes, hearing the word. He kissed Wufei's lips and then tasted his lower lip for good measure. "I've been asking that too," he said. "But I haven't found an answer. Perhaps there isn't one, Chang Wufei," he added, then kissed Wufei deeply once more.
And everything that Wufei had kept buried, deep inside his soul, in the exile at first self-imposed, and then re-enforced by the thing Treize had done to him, all seemed to fling itself into battle with all his inner barriers. The storm raged. But in the meantime, Wufei fell into the kiss like a drowning man.
Zechs felt the heat radiate from both of their bodies as he held Wufei in his arms. His hand slid down the length of Wufei's back and over the Chinese pilot's hip. Allowing his fingers their leave, Zechs caressed and squeezed the firm flesh there. Once again, he was amazed at how natural and right everything felt, even though he was certain that this turn of events would have been the furthest thing from his mind not two hours ago.
Very carefully, he released Wufei from the kiss as he opened his eyes. "This is not entirely new to me," he said, tracing a finger along the outline of Wufei's lower lip. "It... has been quite awhile and I was never sure I liked it. Of course, now... I think it will work out better," he said, feeling a slight blush warm his cheeks.
Wufei swallowed, trying to wrestle some composure from his tumulted mind, and mostly failing.
"I want... you," he managed. His own face flushed a shade darker than Zechs's fetching fair complected reaction. "Damn, I don't even... I never...." His chest rose and fell as his repaired body took in oxygen. "I don't have any experience!" he complained crossly, hot, bothered and frustrated by his ignorance. "You're too..." His tongue tripped over words, none of which seemed to say what he was trying to express.
Zechs blinked at the sudden outburst as a smile played on his features. He tilted his head slightly at Wufei's unfinished assessment, then bent to kiss his lips. "So are you," he finished for the beautiful creature he held to him. "As far as experience," he said, brushing his lips across Wufei's, "We are both about to acquire some."
Suddenly, Zechs did not feel awkward, rushed or insecure about his actions. Moving Wufei back against the bed, he leaned over Chinese pilot and kissed his neck. Closing his mouth over the warm skin in a mock-up of what he had just experienced, Zechs licked and sucked the pulse point. Not lingering there long, he moved his mouth over the planes of Wufei's chest as his platinum hair fanned out over the young man protectively. He then moved to one of Wufei's nipples, licking and teasing it to hardness and finding he liked the taste. Moving to the other side, he repeated his actions as he felt Wufei move beneath him.
The Chinese pilot gasped and squirmed a little under the touches. He wasn't used to any of this, and more than that, his body, his senses, he'd found seemed to bring things so much more to his attention. Suddenly his mind grasped onto an excuse he could manage to live with. Zechs had helped him... Zechs had given him the blood he needed to heal, to live and carry on his fight. And Zechs seemed to want this. Never mind why... why someone like the Lightning Count would want something from him, from Chang Wufei of Colony 5. In his own world he was the closest thing left to royalty, if the truth were known. The Dragon Clan could stand next to any European blood in existence and better their lineage by a thousand years.... he'd nothing to be ashamed of...
His hands found a place to settle around the blond's waist. The man's body was beautiful, incredibly well-formed... "How... how old are you?" he asked hoarsely, listening with sharper than human senses to Zechs's blood pounding in his veins.
Zechs kissed the scar on Wufei's chest and smiled as he lifted his head. "Nineteen," he said, "And you?"
Four years, Wufei thought. An eternity. Lifting his chin, he said, "Fifteen," in a voice that wanted to be forbidding and ended up a tad breathless. He scowled, an automatic defense against reactions to his youth. He felt a bold move was called for. Reaching out, he grasped the waistband of Zechs's uniform pants and fumbled with the fastening.
Zechs watched Wufei's reactions with the smile still on his face. Lifting a little, he created some space for Wufei to unfasten his pants. Moving up, he removed the pants and let them drop to the floor. Naked, he moved back onto the bed. "I know this is probably... unusual for you, but it's just as unusual for me, Wufei. I have a sister that's your age," he said. "I should be protecting you. Not..." he added, looking down.
Wufei's scowl increased. "Not... what?" he demanded, even as he took in the revealed body before him. Yes... it was all just as perfect as it seemed. Wufei felt a rush of simple, suddenly clearly recognizable... lust. Unconsciously, he licked his lips. "I'm not your... sister," he added, his voice getting huskier. "I'm a Gundam pilot, and every bit the warrior you are," he pronounced, his pride answering right on cue, but not lessening the fever that seemed to be moving through his body.
Zechs looked back up to Wufei, feeling himself immediately captivated. Stretching out on the bed next to Wufei, he leaned down to kiss the young pilot again. "Yes, you are," he said, sliding his hand down Wufei's stomach and lower. Grasping Wufei's cock, Zech's looked into the dark depths. "I was going to say, not touch you. And you're right. You're definitely not my sister."
A laugh was startled out of Wufei, giving him back his youth instantly. His hand shot out, mirroring Zechs's gesture. A wave of heat washed through him at the sensation of a strong, callused hand around his shaft. A second answered the sensation of something firm, erect and throbbing in his own grasp. He returned the kiss, tongue tangling with the blond's as he found his way inside. Stroking the heavy flesh in his hand, he felt as though he were petting a live thing with a will of its own.
Zechs felt a flood of heat rush to his groin as Wufei caressed his aching flesh. He sucked at Wufei's tongue hungrily as he stroked him in return. Something inside of him was changing, going beyond the realm of what he knew. By the time he lifted his head again, he was breathing deeply and feeling the desire between them grow.
Closing a hand around Wufei's on his cock, Zechs' looked down at the Chinese pilot giving him an unhindered view of how he was being affected. "I.. want you," he breathed. "Completely."
Wufei's new instincts roared an assent in his mind. There was symmetry. He couldn't give Zechs what the blond had given him... this would do.... With only the vaguest idea of what it meant based on casual rumors and innuendo ignored and brushed off as meaningless to a real warrior, he nodded his answer. A smile curved his lips as he continued to stroke Zechs, a musky scent rising between them to further enfold his already overtaxed senses.
Zechs struggled to keep control as his body suddenly clenched at the smile on Wufei's face. His young lover was, for lack of a better word, perfect. Reluctantly, he removed Wufei's hand from his taut flesh and moved down over him. With a quick kiss, Zechs touched Wufei's lips with his fingertips as he bent down over the pilot's prone body. Opening his mouth, he took Wufei's manhood inside, tasting his flesh as though it was a delicious morsel. Never in his life had Zechs felt compelled to do this to anyone. Even in his earlier days at school, when he found himself in a darkened room with a group of fellow classmates, exploring their newly awakened bodies, this one act he had shied away from.
"Oh *gods*!" Wufei gasped, the sensation robbing him of breath. The sight of the man bending over his lap, hair falling around him, only added to the assault on his sanity. Was... was this part of 'completely'? The warm wet feeling surrounding his flesh was so delicious... His hand shook as he reached for whatever he could of Zechs's body, fingers skipping across skin and threading through blond tresses.
Zechs closed his eyes as he moved over Wufei. Hearing and feeling the Chinese pilot's response only caused him to focus and concentrate more. Soon, he felt Wufei's body move in time with him as he felt the long, thick shaft throb in his mouth. Reaching underneath Wufei, Zechs scooped up the soft sac in his hand and caressed the twin globes beneath the skin as he tasted his lover. A few moments later, he reached up and parted Wufei's thighs a little more, then explored the small, puckered opening of Wufei's body with his fingers. Leaving his cock briefly, Zech's licked the Asian pilot's dusky sac, and then returned to his opening. He felt his own chest move with passion as he explored the beautiful body beneath him entirely.
A soft groan answered the blond's activities. Wufei felt as if he were going to melt into the mattress beneath him. As Zechs's fingers found and probed his opening, he looked down, the touch confirming a few vague ideas. He groaned again as a mental image provided a premonition of something to come. 'Completely'... another hard flush swept his body. Twisting his hips, he moved away from the blond a bit, moving over on to his hands and knees on the bed. He looked over his shoulder, his expression clouded with desire, half inquiring if he were moving in the right direction.
Zechs slid his hands over Wufei's hips as he smiled approvingly at him. "Yes," he whispered, smoothing the golden skin. Returning there for a few moments, Zechs licked and explored Wufei's body, enjoying the taste and texture of the Gundam pilot to the utmost. Moving back, Zechs came to his knees behind Wufei and took his hips in his hands. Coming closer, he rubbed his aching erection against Wufei's rear, enjoying the contact.
Wufei's eyes closed and he shivered slightly. Something fierce and hungry was building inside, a new appetite that would need a different kind of sating. Rocking back, he rubbed his body against Zechs, feeling the heated flesh teasing his skin. Balancing on one hand, he reached down, wrapping his fingers around his own aching erection, the contact both easing and escalating his desire.
Reaching between their bodies, Zechs placed the tip of his cock at Wufei's entrance. Carefully, he worked it inside of the tight opening. Gasping, he felt Wufei's body stretch gradually and slowly accept him. Pressing his hips forward, he felt Wufei's body engulf him completely as they joined together.
A gasp and a low growl emerged from Wufei's lips. The sensation was... it was... arching his back, he pushed against the invasion, impaling himself even more deeply. The discomfort played over his nerves, as did the feeling of being filled, joined... The first sensation eased as the second stoked his internal heat.
Zechs leaned over Wufei's back and kissed his neck. "Mmmmmm," he growled, feeling some of his mischievous nature return. Sliding his arms around Wufei, he hugged the pilot tightly. "You are a man of your word, Chang Wufei," he added. Leaning back, he took Wufei's hips in his hands again. Licking his lips, Zechs moved back slowly, then moved forward again as he introduced a new rhythm. "So am I," he said, as he rocked in and out of Wufei's body.
The feeling of being taken by the blond warrior swept Wufei's new senses. As Zechs adjusted himself and began to thrust in and out, Wufei felt something inside that he'd never experienced or even guessed at - a delicious friction that was unlike anything he knew. Gasping, he found himself pushing back against the other man, even as he reached down to stroke himself, a low cry emerging from his throat at the sudden pleasure that assaulted him.
Zechs felt Wufei pushing back against him and his smile widened. Licking his lips, he gripped the Chinese pilot tighter, increasing his thrusts and enjoying the impact of Wufei's strong body against his own. Leaning back down over Wufei's back, Zechs thrust inside the warm opening all the way, pausing for a moment. He kissed Wufei's bare shoulder, nipping at it with his teeth, then slid a hand in his dark hair. Slowly, the Lightning Count pulled Wufei's head back, exposing the Gundam pilot's throat. Bending, Zechs closed his mouth over the warm, golden skin. Moving up, he kissed Wufei deeply as he moved his hips slowly back and forth. Each movement caused its own pleasure and pain. "You are delicious," he growled as he released Wufei from the kiss.
Wufei groaned as something continued to build inside him. He moved his hips back against Zechs urgently, seeking a faster rhythm. The groan became a low, fierce cry. A red flame seemed to kindle in his dark eyes as his body became more and more aroused. His mouth opened wider as his teeth ached, elongating. On his fingers, his nails strengthened and grew longer, curving into sharp talons that gripped and shredded the bedclothes as Wufei bucked under Zechs.
Feeling Wufei's urgency, Zechs gripped the pilot's hips again thrusting faster and harder into his lover. Red flames and talons incited him further as he felt the pressure build in his own groin. Holding on to the Asian pilot, Zechs felt his cock throb as he pulled Wufei back against him, releasing deep inside.
At the same moment Wufei's head tossed back and a feral scream emerged from his throat as he felt a wave of euphoria and pleasure drown his senses completely. His body felt Zechs releasing inside, the thick fluid somehow sensed by the structure of his cells and recognized from the chemistry of his blood. The sound of Zechs's heartbeat thundered in Wufei's ears as he slowly collapsed against the bed, a delicious lethargy washing through his muscles leaving him relaxed and satisfied.
Breathing hard, Zechs moved down on the bed as well. Knocking a tattered pillow away, he stretched out next to Wufei and draped an arm around his shoulders. He was spent and sated as he watched Wufei next to him.
"I've never felt this way," he said, slightly drifting.
Curling up against Zechs's long body, Wufei's eyes and hands turned back to normal, his body feeling wonderful... but very very lethargic, the Chinese pilot mumbled something the blond couldn't catch. Only two words came through. '...not alone...'
Then Wufei's eyes closed and he slipped into a deep, almost trancelike sleep.
The Lightning Count smiled again, wrapping his arms around Wufei protectively. "Never again," he said, feeling his words like a vow in his own heart. Closing his ice blue eyes, Zechs slept.
The room was completely dark as Zechs opened his eyes. For a moment or two he had to re-orient himself. As he did, a flood of memories came back to him in a rush. Wufei, he thought, smiled at the warm weight in his arms. He shook his head, recalling what had happened just before he'd drifted off to sleep. In many ways, Zechs Merquise, you are a cad, he thought to himself. Taking full advantage of the moment, he tightened his arms around the Chinese pilot's body. Unerringly, however, his thoughts turned to Treize.
The sensation of being enclosed wasn't unpleasant, but it was strange. There was a beat, a pulse, and it was loud at first. Something about it seemed to draw and focus Wufei's attention. He felt rested. He felt awake. His senses felt sharp, almost too sharp, the keenness of perception bordering between painful and intoxicating. It wasn't the first time he'd woken this way. It had happened before every night since Treize had drained him, and pressed his blood against Wufei's mouth. Every night since he'd... died. It was time to get up, time to go out on his nightly hunt for the man who'd taken his life... the same man who'd attacked his colony years ago, who'd commanded the attack that had caused the death of his wife. Justice for Meiran, for the Colonies, for the poor tricked pacifists of Earth, for the other Gundam pilots...
But something was different on this night. At first he couldn't remember what it was. He just felt it. There was something different. Something blunted his pain. No - not blunted. Something strengthened and tempered his edge. What... who?
The loud pulse shifted and he realized it was not his own. Everything flooded back and he opened his eyes with a gasp, seeking the owner of the pulse, seeking ice-blue eyes and an opulent fall of platinum hair. He found what he was seeking, wrapped around him.
"Zechs!"
Zechs blinked, startled. Taking a deep breath, he then said, "Yes, Wufei." Leaning forward, he kissed the soft skin of the pilot's neck, almost without thinking.
The touch cause a slight shiver. It also woke a twofold hunger that startled him. "I... I have to go..."
"Where?" Zechs asked, quietly as he kissed Wufei's neck again.
Reluctantly, Wufei sat up, moving away from the touch. "To my Gundam. To track him. He'll likely have moved to another base again."
Zechs sighed, as he silently cursed Treize Khushrenada for personal reasons. It wasn't the first time the General had come between him and some pleasurable activity he'd wanted to perform. "That is sound reasoning," he said, "And you intend on following him wherever he goes, I assume."
"I intend to put an end to his existence. Then it will be over," Wufei said, trying not to wonder again if that were really true. "The dead demand justice."
Zechs stretched and sat up as well. "I've used that one for many years myself," he said, evenly. "Had it occurred to you that Treize might possibly be using you still? He makes the moves and you follow. I've been wondering what is he getting out of all of this."
A cold anger rose in response to Zechs's words. Wufei was hardly aware, but it caused a flicker of red to glow in his dark eyes. "You think I haven't asked myself that question? Am I supposed to just walk away? Like this? The only good there can be from what he's done to me is if I can use it to stop him from continuing to play his insane games with people's lives. I was sent here to fight... I can't let him defeat me this way."
Zechs nodded as he listened to Wufei's words. "I understand," he said. "You do realize that you have been fighting. Actually, you have been doing more than simply fighting in this new state that he brought you to. I was just wondering what would he need you for." He glanced over at Wufei, noting that his body was wishing for something entirely different. You have gone round the bend, Zechs chided himself silently and then continued. "Treize is a complex man. I don't think he's running away from you as much as leading you. There will be legends and tales of your actions as you exact your vengeance. All of them will be used to some purpose."
Wufei's lips pressed into a thin line. This was an aspect of things he hadn't bothered to think about. But what difference did it make? What could he do? "Once I end him, the tales will stop. It will be up to the people of Earth and the Colonies to create a destiny without the guidance of a dictator." He found himself looking at his hand on the covers as he finished this statement.
Zechs thought about Wufei's statement for a moment. "I'm afraid you underestimate the power of a tall tale. And after you *take care* of Treize, then where do you go from there?" he said.
"That is unimportant," Wufei said, the anger and righteousness draining out of his voice. His chin lifted. "Your destiny has become entangled as well. I took you from the base as a hostage. You haven't acted much like one," a slight flicker of his eyes betrayed a touch of something, possibly humor, possibly something quite different. "Do you want to go back?"
Zechs stood up and made his way to the window. Opening the drapes a little, he looked back at Wufei as the small wash of moonlight illuminated the room. "At the moment, no," he said, answering the pilot's question. "As you say, my destiny has become quite entangled. What I am trying to figure out at this moment is how do the events of this afternoon fit into your plans, mine and his."
Wufei watched Zechs move through the room, the sheer beauty of the man again taking his breath. "I don't know," he answered softly. Zechs had placed his finger on the vital piece of the puzzle. It didn't fit, as far as he was concerned. He'd never allowed for anything like it, never imagined anything like it.
"Tell me about your family." Suddenly he wanted to know more about the thing Zechs had said before, that he wore the mask because he was unworthy.
Taking a deep breath, Zechs let it out slowly. His past had never been an easy thing for him to talk about or think about. When he did think about it, it was always with a sense of rage and pain. He sat down in a nearby chair.
"My... family is dead," he said, flatly and then wondered why he didn't feel the usual sting. Looking back up to Wufei, he had a sudden thought. Why hide when you've gone this far, revealed most of what you are, already. "I have one sister who still lives, but the rest are all gone, betrayed by the Alliance. I was a boy when the fire came. My father was assassinated and my... mother went with him in the blaze. The rest of my pitiful existence has been focused on finding the betrayer and killing him, which I have already done. I have vowed to live the remainder of my life as a soldier behind a mask. In order to avenge my family, I had to go against every principle my father stood for and everything he taught me. He was a Pacifist. So, I am the betrayed and the betrayer," he said, then shook his head. "This is easier to say after a few drinks."
Wufei listened, a part of him returning to a much younger age when he'd spent far too much of his time in the opinion of his elders immersed in stories of heroism, struggle, tragedy. Very softly, he said, "Your family has justice. You paid a high price for it."
"Yes," Zechs replied. "And what of your family?" he asked, needing to change the subject.
"Those that aren't dead at the hand of the Alliance, or OZ, are on my colony. It's my duty to protect them," Wufei answered immediately, but there was something in his eyes that indicated he wasn't entirely sure how to do that any more.
Zechs nodded and then returned to the bed. He sat down next to Wufei, feeling a bit closer to the Asian pilot. "I wish you well," he said. "Don't underestimate your enemy. He's very clever and he loves people. Perhaps not on an individual basis, but more as a group," he added with a wink.
Wufei scowled. His disagreement with Zechs's statement was silent but obvious. "What will you do?"
"After all of this?" Zechs said, "I really have no idea. I would like to help you... among other things, if I'm honest with myself. I can see that you intend on re-creating the events of the night before in your quest for Treize's neck, but I don't think your intentions are to kill as many people along the way. I could be mistaken, of course."
Wufei was quiet at first. He looked at Zechs and then looked away. "You think... I am doing what he wants."
"Yes," Zechs answered, honestly. "I don't know all of the details, but you've been changed... fundamentally changed. He has done this and therefore he is not what he is appearing to be. He is playing at needing protection so that you will not get to him, yet on the roof, he appeared to be calm and very knowledgeable about the best method to eliminate you. He placed me in the exact position to see you and what he is capable of. Again, I wonder what he is up to. In the meanwhile, we are all parties to his plots. I doubt it is personal, or you might have wound up as his lover."
The lack of color that swept over Wufei's face at Zechs's last remark was too evident to hide, though he turned his face slightly. "You seem to know him well... but you didn't know about... that he isn't human."
"True," Zechs said, raising one perfect eyebrow. "I suspect it is a close family secret, because I've never heard a whisper about it. Of course, it's not one of those things one wants known. Naturally, it will be a major topic of discussion when I see him next. Really, these things are becoming a bit much to take."
"What do you mean, 'these things'?" Wufei asked, barely recognizing Zechs's odd sense of humor.
Zechs chuckled. "My last assignment was to a little European village, where suspect Gundam terrorists were allegedly hiding out. I think I ran into a rumor while out in the woods. A large wolf with blue eyes. I've been trying to rationalize him away, but I'm having a difficult time doing that now."
Wufei frowned. He'd all but cut himself off from the other pilots after the change. Had cut himself off from everything, in fact, except his quest for Treize's blood.
Looking down at Wufei, Zechs was suddenly silent. "This is difficult for you," he said, wrapping his arms around Wufei. "I'm sorry."
The Chinese pilot attempted to scowl at the ludicrous apology, but the feeling of that warm, strong body against his stilled his reaction and supplanted it with something else. He felt the achy sensation as his fangs began to extend slightly. A small noise, part growl, part confusion vibrated in his throat.
Holding Wufei against him, Zechs felt himself smile again. Reaching up, he moved his hair back over his shoulder. "You need sustenance," he said, hearing the small growl.
The scowl returned. "No!" Wufei said. Then, "Not... need..." It was followed by a sigh. "I should not."
"Why not, if I've offered?" Zechs asked, continuing to hold the young man.
"It makes me a parasite," Wufei growled, but there was an odd throb to his voice, and he did not move away. The music in Zechs's veins called to him. As did the man himself.
Zechs leaned his head over slightly. Sliding his hand into Wufei's dark hair, he slowly guided him closer. "Nonsense," he said, "This has become your food. Every being in the cosmos requires food. Now, drink."
The man was infuriating. And his presence was intoxicating. It was clear to Wufei what he needed to do. Get up, get dressed, leave the blond warrior here and go after Treize. And probably never return to Zechs again. A continued alliance would be wrong, for too many reasons.
But the pulse was drowning out thought. With another soft growl he fisted one hand in Zechs's hair and leaned forward, pressing his mouth to that elegant neck.
Zechs closed his eyes. Feeling the slight prick and then the gentle and sensual movement of Wufei's lips against his neck, he marveled at how this relaxed his mind while inciting his body. He felt the worries and decisions slip away and the world shift down to two. Wufei's weight in his arms was perfect. He had no idea how long their alliance would be allowed to last, so he vowed to make the most of it while he could.
This time Wufei did not loose himself so completely. His need was nothing like it had been the day before, and in fact he felt that he hardly needed it for the nourishment. This time it was something else. Being able to give and receive pleasure... that was what he yielded to.
Lifting his mouth, he licked the trickle away from the tiny wounds. He realized he did not want to release his 'hostage'. Not at all.
Feeling Wufei move away, Zechs sighed deeply. Turning his head, he moved down to kiss Wufei. Sliding his tongue into the pilot's mouth, he tasted the slight residue of his own blood. Guiding Wufei back against the bed, he released his mouth and kissed his neck as his hands moved over the young pilot's body.
Feeling the young man move over him, Wufei tilted his head back, a shiver along his skin prefacing a surge of heat and that other hunger that was so new. "Zechs..."
Zechs did not answer, but covered Wufei's mouth again for another hungry kiss. His hands moved over Wufei's stomach, then lower to cover his manhood. After a short while, the blond soldier moved up, allowing Wufei to breathe. Slowly, he began stroking his warm flesh both pleased and aroused at the beautiful expressions on the Gundam pilot's face.
The conflict inside Wufei never resolved, it was just shoved aside. His defiance was channeled into a movement as he ran his hand down Zechs's stomach to fasten on his erection. He matched what the blond was doing to him, another low growl emerging as his body arched a little into the touch and his hand tightened on its captive flesh.
"Oh," Zechs exclaimed, feeling the strong hand on his cock. "You are a very quick study," he added, looking down into Wufei's dark eyes. "You've brought me to this wonderful state, I hope you are prepared to see it through."
The words were perfect. They allowed his pride to answer with what he wanted anyway. Without saying a word, Wufei reached down and cupped his hand under the other man's balls, and gently enclosed them with a featherlight squeeze.
Zechs closed his eyes as a moan escaped his lips. Leaning down, he kissed Wufei once more this time lingering and taking his time. His own hand stroked the Gundam pilot with the same slow ease of the kiss.
The kiss returned heat for heat, Wufei unsatisfied with the slower pace. "Don't wait.... do it," he gasped, breaking away from the other man's mouth. The next squeeze was a tiny bit harder, certainly more insistent.
Zechs felt his heart beat accelerate at Wufei's words. Feeling liquid from the pilot's cock cover his hand, he reached down and coated his own aching flesh. Parting Wufei, he seated himself at the pilot's entrance, then moved slowly inside. "As you wish," he breathed, settling his hands around the pilot's hips.
This time there was no thought to prolonging the experience. Zechs was hot and his need was only to be satisfied in one way. Rocking hard against Wufei, the blond warrior moved quickly inside of him.
The blond's actions seemed to match what Wufei was feeling. Hands fastened on Zechs's waist, the sharp points of nails not quite breaking the skin. He lifted his legs to offer himself more fully. The friction inside was intoxicating and sent waves of pleasure along his already over sensitive nerves. He felt the edge of an orgasm begin to sweep through like thunder and his hands tightened as his body arched up against his lover's thrusts.
Zechs felt the movement of Wufei's body drive him over the edge. His thrusting became wilder and harder as his own body peaked and gave up its essence deep inside the pilot's body.
"Wufei," he exclaimed as his shuddered.
The sound of his name in that voice, that tone, penetrated Wufei as deeply as his lover's hard flesh. His body once again took the essence, he felt permeated in Zechs, his blood, semen, voice, touch. He felt the man as if he'd become a part of him. Almost like what Treize had done, feeding him his cursed blood, yet different in every way. In the quiet after, he realized he could not continue as he had been.
"Stay with me," he said quietly. If the man said no, he did not know what he would do, probably return to his quest for Treize death. If the man said yes... that was harder.
"Yes," Zechs said, as his breathing slowed. "I will. I was going to ask, but... yes," he added.
Something flared in Wufei's chest that he didn't dare look at too closely. But it allowed him to relax. His arms slid around his lover's body.
"Welcome to the resistance."
Treize's orders did not make sense. After the attack that had cost them the Lightning Count, he did not escape to another obscure base. Instead, he returned to the main headquarters of OZ. The extra guards he ordered to be removed from his detail.
When Lady Une reported that the following night, Sachsen base was attacked again, and that only a mobile suit was taken, he did not appear to be surprised.
"The Tallgeese," he guessed.
"Yes, sir," Une replied. "Should I send orders to see if we can find it?"
He shook his head. "When the time is right, it will find us." He lifted a rose from a small vase on his desk, snapped off the stem and affixed it to her uniform. "It's finally time for you to go to St. Petersburg. And from there, to the Colonies."
Lady Une's eyebrows lifted behind her glasses. The close proximity of Treize and the rose he placed on her chest was heady enough. The thought of her orders to leave his side did not sit to well with her. "You wish me to go to space," she said. "That will leave you unprotected. That... creature is still out there, Mr. Treize."
"Yes, I suspect you are right, Lady," Treize said, an odd smile on his lips. "It is still out there. But Zechs has done what I asked. The attacks will stop.. for a while at any rate. The attacker will remember he has another obligation. Perhaps even another ally. And with you in space, the next act of the play will commence. But it will deviate from the planned script, you see? The game changes... the unpredictable element becomes more unpredictable still. And all our plans of civilization's destiny scatter like a mandala under a sweeping hand."
A small smile appeared on Lady Une's face. "Very good, sir," she said. "I will leave for St. Petersburg right away."
~owari~
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