Okay... after a few frustrated move from Jeje, who obviously is pissed
off, yet again at a few mailservers... the fic!!! and if Jeje turned to
be veeeeerrrryyy bad at the characters, its the mailservers fault.
This fic came as the very productive sense end product from the gw-oz
people, after making silly noise and gone off hook. And this is
supposed to be a round robin or somekind. I am to do the "what will
they do IN the snow" part and I think Sara-Scott-san is going to do
"What will they do OUT of the snow" part.. and others will follow on.
We thought (well I thought) we could share the fun.
Anyway, ficcy time. Disclaimers, yaoi, 13x6, or 6x13? its vague, but
still very deadly... whatever... not exactly x-ing in the pure sense,
but still those kinds of thing... whatever... but please mind age
groups, don't show this to your innocent bro or sis, kay?
My Love in the Snow by JejeFish
(typer)
idea by someone in the gw-oz
Muse in action: Jeje
The fire crackled to life as a few more logs were added in. The ginger
haired man stooped and poked idly into the lazy fire. He threw some
more logs in before looking up to the direction of the french window.
There, was a man leaning slightly to the window pane, eyes trained
longingly to the vast expanse of white outside, his left hand holding a
white china bone saucer and his right was guiding the steaming cup of
coffee to the delicate lips.
Treize smiled as he studied his second. Long platinum blond hair that
fell gracefully almost to the bottom of his back, contrasting with the
rich burgundy houserobe that was flung carelessly on the white tank top
and service pants. Treize would only allow his second to wear burgundy
or red and silver or white in his presence.
He poked the last time into the fire and leaned the poker carefully
against the wall. Then he strode to where Zechs was lounging and gently
slipped his arms around the waist. Zechs voluntarily leaned to the
touch. Treize buried his face in the flow of platinum hair inhaling the
rich scent of cypres and cedar, while Zechs stood quietly, but for a
second, "It is beautiful outside."
The young general looked up from his own muses and trailed one of his
his hands up to the captain's chin, gently turning Zechs' face to face
his own, the other one took away the coffee cup from Zechs and placed
it on the table beside them. His lips descended on the other's lips,
tasting the coffee that laced it.
"Lets go out then."
***
Outside, the snow was thick, but the weather is not entirely
unagreeable. Maybe its because of the casual rays of the sun that
lightened up the whole valley.
"Its so nice here, its nice that you decided to take the break."
Treize smiled and said nothing, but kneeled down on on knee and
touching a stray flower that had battled the snow to stay alive. Zechs
eyed his commander and sighed. He turned his back and leaned into the
air, his head tilted and his eyes closed. Treize looked up as he was
puzzled with the silence and was greeted by the sight so imposing.
/No doubt always my beautiful Ice God/ he mused. Suddenly a smile
spread on his visage.
Then... *SPLAT*
Zechs turned back and stared in horror as a large snow ball hit his
head and now in the middle of soaking into his hair.
"What fun is snow if we can't play with it?" Treize echoed perfectly
the voices of their childhood.
Zechs smirked, and reached for a handful of snow himself.
"SNOW WAAAAARS!!!" And time turned back to their childhood days.
Treize laughed as the marksman, accurate as he is, hit him straight on
the face, the coldness felt nice somehow... he returned the fight and
they are in a serious game of hitting and getting hit. Their laughter
and casual jokes flung back and forth the valley.
***
They laid back on the snow, spent and exhausted, feeling their soul
lifted up and their whole body burning of the "exercise" of running and
getting hit. Their fast breath sent little snuffs of warm air up to the
sky.
"That... is nice..." Zechs muttered. He pillowed his head with his
gloved hands and closed his eyes, his thoughts flew back to their
childhood days. But Treize's thought doesn't seem to do the same,
instead it lingered in the present, on a certain platinum haired man
sprawled in front of him. Zechs seemed to blend with the snow... He
smiled.
Zechs opened his eyes in shock as he felt someone straddling him. He
saw Treize's illuminated eyes. Treize smiled felinely.
"Now what, Treize?" Zechs asked, completely baffled but not entirely
innocent in the sense.
"Rememeber? "What fun is snow if we can't play IN it?"
"But I don't want to get frostbites, and a frostbitten Zechs is no good
for wars or paperworks." It isn't a innocent remark at the very least,
but an enticing challenge.
Treize figured that two can play the game, "Oh, but why would I need
Zechs for paperwork if I have Milliard to make love with me..." he
voiced out in amusement. And his mouth descended onto the younger man's
lips.
As the kiss heightens Zechs managed to slip his tongue into Treize's
and Treize's his... and they thought they both liked it. Zechs still
have the taste of coffee and Treize of Rose Tea. They never wondered
tea and coffee would taste nice together, but it did taste heaven.
Suddenly Zechs broke off. Treize eyed him with curiosity. "Lying on the
snow is not a perfectly good idea for me." and with that Zechs yanked
his commanding officer onto the snow, "Now lets see how long can you
take?" Treize smiled. His heavy overcoat would last quite long... His
hands travelled up to Zechs' coat buttons and released it one by one.
Zechs' doing the same.
And for a moment their movements were mirroring each other. After a
while they had undone each and every buttons of their coats and shirts,
Zechs revealing his tight black tanktop and Treize his dark blue one.
"Oh... as much as I wanted you..." but Treize was cut short by a small
nip on the base of his throat. "We could have a proper one inside,
later." His second answered plainly.
The chilly weather took them shivering. Zechs lifted one platinum
eyebrow in silent enquiry. "We need to do something fast before we
froze ourselves to death." And Treize spent no more lazing time but
slidding his gloved hand over Zechs' clothed muscles. "Tis a pity," he
agreed.
Their kiss was sweet, their touch was heatened, even though it is more
of fabric against fabric, but their keen imagination would easily
associate it with their bedroom games. And true to their feeling, their
own body began to tightened, their skin became flushed and heat spread
deliciously all over their body.
Zechs' gloved hand slip from the broad chest down to Treize's zipper
and unzipped it. His eyes widen in surprise, "Gods Treize, you're not a
man of underwears are you?" Treize smiled sheepishly. "Does it help?"
"Very..." Zechs said, licking the hardened length and covering it with
is warm mouth, so as not to let it be exposed to the cold longer than
needed be. "But make sure you do when you're around anybody else but
me."
Treize spun his gloved hands in the mass of platinum, bringing it to
delve deeper into his length. "Possesive brat."
"Oh?" Zechs inquired, not leaving his business. Treize's hands
travelled into Zechs' pants and, "Always a good little boy... but make
sure you don't when you're around me..."
Zechs smiled in the middle of ministration as he felt Treize unzipping
his. Treize's hands moved deeper into his pants and underwear and
located his tight opening. Zechs gasped into Treize's member as one
finger penetrated through... And he lifted up his head. "Scheming
bastard..." But he smiled... And he leaned against the taut body and
doing the same.
"Tis a pity indeed." he whispered into Treize's ear.
And the silent white valley was the only witness to their game, slowly
projecting their ecstacy.
***
"As much as I wanted to stay, we have to get in..." Zechs mused, as he
felt the last tremor of his fevered feeling.
~there!
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