Hiyaaa! Okie... this is my first songfic, or my first fic EVER!!(*omigod!*) c&c are more than welcome, flames? I dunno, maybe... but please, I am weak at heart... anyway, standard disclaimers apply this is somehow yaoi, kinda thing,even though if you think this is not, well... I think...) and I don't own a thing kinda thing, etc, etc, etc... btw, this is a 6x13 (maybe...), yaoi... so if you are under 18, irritated with m/m relationship, irritated with Zechs or Treize... move off!
And another reminder: THIS is very, very, very long!!!!
Within the Daze of Passion by JejeFish
> Kitchens of Distinction
> 1990 Little Indian Records
>
> This good I swear i'm staying
> lurking in your arms
> So good in sin I'm staying with you
> and your bitter senses
> Waking within the daze of...
>
I woke up in the darkest hour of the night, feeling somewhat funny. I woke up in an unfamiliar room... not my room. There is an unfamiliar warmth around me... no, I correct that. I feel alien with the warmth, but... it does give me a reminiscence. I pried my eyes open and found...
'Treize...' I gasped under my breath.
I frowned, trying to make it, why my commander is here? naked? why? What is he doing here for? why?
Those questions keep repeating itself in my mind as my frown gets deeper...
Why am I here with him? oh god... there is something wrong!!! my mind screamed.
But I refused to move, no, not now, not a single muscle...it felt so good.
> Tell me this is so easy
> inside your words and feelings
> Promise me there'll be no ending.
> Stay here with your brilliant kisses, please.
> Waking within the daze of passion.
>
Then I remembered, I remembered, when I stayed awake, with his breath softly creating a piece of symphony of its own.
I remembered, as I got into a trance, with his warmth enveloping me... Like the old days...
'Zechs...' he said to me in the regular morning briefing. Somehow he forgot to call me Captain, how he had been calling me for the past seven months. I looked up to him from my portfolio, and he said.
'Do come to my room tonight...' his voice barely audible. I nodded.
So I entered his room, one place where I haven't set foot on for seven months... maybe more. I saw him there, handling his wine flute in one hand, his ebony coloured robe around him, the robe that I got him for his birthday.
And we ended up in his bed... spent... after seven months.
> I cannot rouse myself from *
> this slap of passion
> I cannot pull away from
> this daze of passion.
> No good in pretending,
> I want you right now.
I know this is not allowed. I know there must be something with him. I...
I tried to pry myself off from his embrace, this warm, soothing embrace that I dreamt for seven months, or more? I don't know...
But I can't... however much I denied it, I can't. However much we swore not to enter each other's bed anymore....
We can't.
Please, to whoever up there, the gods, the devils, whoever's name we swore onto... look away, please... only for tonight.
Only for tonight... I can't lie anymore. I need him... Gods how much I love him.
>
> Turn around and whisper sweetly
> I cannot fake any more.
> Not waking within the daze of...
>
I heard that gundam fighter is on an assignment to a desolate, deserted colony somewhere. Wu Fei... the dragon of Treize's heart... The assignment is very dangerous, or so I heard... into a colony of barbarians...
Treize must be horrified when he got the news, he must be. I can see it in his eyes.
'Miliard...' I heard him sigh. Is he awake. Then I tried, 'Treize? Are you awake?'
His fingers traced my cheeks, 'Yes, Miliard...' his voice soft, and heavy with sleep. 'Yes...'
'Go to sleep,' I heard me saying, 'It is still early, sleep...'
> Touched, used I can take it.
> Lost now as love tightens.
He closed his eyes, tighter... and he said, and what he said broke my heart. Shattered it a million times, again and again, stick it up and throw it back to the ground.... 'Will my dragon come back to me? Will he be back for me? Will he be all right?'
I know my voice breaks, like my heart. But I can't pick up the pieces, can I?
'Yes, Treize... he'll come back, alive, well and healthy...' and right there, before he closed his eyes and snuggled in contentment, at least for now... 'He'll come back for you, he loves you'.
And I could hear, the last of my heart splinters to the ground, as the nightingales shrieks into the moonlight.
> Yes, good there is no ending
> you're here and your easy
> wishes, I fulfill
> Not waking within the daze of...
I stayed awake all night, in the embrace so sweet, yet so forbidden, trying to shed noiseless tears, trying to conceal the glisten of the salty liquids from the moon, trying to seal myself from light.
Lulling myself to sleep, under the silver moonlight we used to share, though the moonlight is not mine to cherish.
Lulling myself to sleep, with the ambrosial breath no longer mine to keep...
Then I awaken in the morning, with him in my arms, and with me in his. Last night wasn't a dream, my death wasn't a wish...
And I hear his voice, 'Zechs, please come back tonight.'
I raised myself from him, kissing him my last kiss for Treize, and I said, 'Very well, General Kusherenada... I will.' My voice sounds hoarse, its not me, I don't think its me.
He didn't seem to notice the change of address, he pulled me closer into his embrace.
> I cannot rouse myself from *
> this slap of passion
> I cannot pull away from
> this daze of passion.
> No good in pretending,
> I want you right now.
I tried to break free, but I can't. I need him. I need Treize... I need him...
'Miliard...' he whispered.
But I shook my head, ever so slightly...
He didn't seem to notice...
Silently I engulf him with my passion, my last tribute...
Silently... my last declaration of love.
'Miliard...' he whispered.
I steeled myself into breaking...
I need him... only the gods know how I love him... I pulled away, from his embrace, my body aching to bend to his warmth...
But Miliard had died... Died last night. Died with the Treize he loved. Milliard died last night, with the Treize who loved him...
I gave a last look at the figure I much loved.
Treize.... no, General Kusherenada...
And I am Zechs, his subordinate... nothing else. nothing more, nothing
less. And all he commands, I obey... I am Zechs, am I not?
> Yes, good there is no ending
> you're here and your easy
> wishes, I fulfill
> Not waking within the daze of...
I dressed myself quickly, and before I made my exit, he called. 'I'll be waiting for tonight.' His tone full of grief, full of hope...
But none of them are mine. But I nodded a salute, and left... my heart in pieces in my hand. And outside, where no one can hear I said, in a low voice, 'Yes Sir...'
Goodbye Miliard, Goodbye Treize...
<>< JejeFish!
Done with reading? Tell me what do you think.. please?
Back to Jejefish's page