Notes:
Okay... this is a crazy attempt to make a series in a situation of 'what if Zechs spend his off-duty days working in a brothel...' and is experimenting with different pairings... currently only 1x6 is done, and is working with 3x6... the big ambition is (wonder if I ever got it finished) is to get Z with all th gboys, treize, une, noin, and other casts in gw to bed... wahahhaah...
a bit insane... so if you hate the notion don't read...
Warning: there is Disclaimer Drill that most of ya should know by heart already! and Yaoi, lemon at the end. Its Heero and Zechs... soo, if you don't like it, don't start flaming... but c&cs are cute... so they are welcomed.
Zech's Off-Duty Days by JejeFish
Zechs blinked as his alarm clock rang through the dead silence of his room. He shoved the alarm lazily off the nightstand and continued to doze off. It's his day off anyway and he was raided with hangover.
Suddenly his comm unit starts bleeping and sending sick sounds. Zechs grumbled and picked it up. Hoping that this is not a matter of importance, since he needed his day off, which can be said, comes once in a blue moon.
"Yah? Zechs Merquis..." his voice low and heavy with sleep.
"Zechs?" a quite unfamiliar rich baritone voice came out from the comm unit.
/who on earth?!/ Zechs tried to place the voice. Not very familiar.
"Who's there?"
"Gods you are forgetful... Its Andrew... the one you bumped to in the hallway, last night?" the baritone voice owner, Andrew sounded a bit skeptical. Well, Zechs' roaring drunk that night. A bit unusual for the cool officer, but as rumours said, Zechs' always drunk when he's off-duty.
There's a passing silence when suddenly Zechs came into his senses, or just reached into the reminiscence of what happened the night before.
"Oh... hi, Andrew... wuzzup?" He could feel his voice slurred, as his vision swam.
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
Zechs kept his quiet, as if pondering something, then suddenly he blushed and stuttered. He's bright red in the luminiscence darkness of his room. "O...Of...c..c..course."
Andrew went into peals of laughter at the end of the line. "Still up to it, Sir?" Andrew inserted the honorary title, just in case. Zechs was still higher in rank anyway. Andrew was only a second ensign, way below, even though he could bet that he's at least twice as old as the young officer.
Quietness spread over the room again. Andrew feared he went too far. Taking advantage of Zechs when he's drunk was not a good idea. Suddenly Zechs said, "Well, yeah. It should be..." a pause, "challanging."
Andrew chirped. Zechs could swear he saw the older man skipped around through the comm unit. "I'll be at your quarters in half an hour... with everything you need."
Zechs just muttered a short "any thing..." and flicked the comm unit off.
***
Andrew showed up in the young officer's quarter in thirty minutes sharp. He knocked softly on the rich brown oak door, balancing a large bundle in his hands. /Such luxury officers have/
"Enter" beckoned a voice from inside. Andrew pushed the door open and found himself gaping like a silly donkey. He saw the young man sat draped lazily across the plush burgundy sofa, long slender finger dipped itself inside the deep red of wine, swirling it sensually, albeit carelessly. His face was in full view, without the restriction of the mask.
Zechs was dressed only in a night robe, tied carelessly around the leaned muscled body, that it revealed the broad smooth chest and the long godly neck. Every small movement send ripples of tanned skin over rounded flesh. It glitters under the sunshine.
"Andrew..." the voice sounds like the soft whispering of the wind. The ensign shuddered as he walked closer, putting the bundle on one high table, closing the door behind him.
Zechs didn't bother to move from his position in the sofa. Instead, with his eyes he beckoned the ensign to move closer to him as he sipped the red wine, eyes felinely locked at the older man. A small spill of wine travelled from the edge of the full lips, the rivulet crawled sensually on the soft skin.
Andrew couldn't help but brushed his fingers on the chin, wiping of the tang of wine that catched his nose. He's never good with wine. He almost lose himself when Zechs suddenly raised himself and walked to retrieve the bundle.
"We should get going, Andrew..." his eyes shone as he fumbled with the bundle. "Oh this is going to be great"
***
Heero muttered some off hand curses as he traced his path over the dim street. It is blaring hot but the crammed buildings made it feel like dawn. Passer-bys sent him a look or two, not all that nice and muttered something on megalomaniacs, foulmouthed youths, and bishounens.
Heero cared no less. He's drowned in his own thought. His thoughts flew to his room which he shared with Duo. For the third time in one day Duo has rejected his approach. Heero's almost gone mad at his uncontrollable lust.
They have had a stressful week. New configurations and trainings, colony checks and all the menial tasks which is not really Heero's forte had drove him mad, and all he wanted is somewhere to be contented and Duo denied it from him?!
Heero muttered more curses in all languages known to possess at least one curse word and earned more glances from people.
Then he stopped short in front of an exquisite building which seemed to be warped from Olden days of L5. The Peony Garden.
Heero had heard about this place. Supposedly a place where all known existing beauties and all things nice are in here. At least a place where he could find comfort.
Maybe the masochist in him, yet again, maybe not he don't care.
***
Heero shrugged and walked into the gates of gilded dragons. The golden colours sparkled under the gleaming sun that is going higher as time passes. He stepped gingerly inside what seemed to be the reception room: a room of thick persian rugs and exotic transparent room partition that were made out of the purest silk. The room was intricately decorated and the smell of sweet incense of the orient flew about the room.
A dashing young man greeted him. Heero gaped as he looked closely at the young man. Long, silky black hair that hung to his waist, shimmering with occasional shower of sunlight that managed to sneak through the openings of the door. Flows of chiffon that reveals most of everything and nothing creates a very lustful feeling inside his heart.
"Good day, master Yuy!" the young man chirped in a low bass voice, but carried an ethereal lightness in it.
Heero felt his jaw disconnected. "How the hell..."
The young man smiled and patted Heero's shoulder. The long tapered fingers sent shivers down his spine. For one looking, it might be only an innocent pat, but Heero knew better. There is the slightest caress in that touch. Man, this guy is *something*
"We all know about the gundam pilots. Don't ask why, but we know more than you'll allow yourself to believe." The young man traced a finger on Heero's bare hands and led him to the inner rooms. Every step Heero take is full of practiced self control, and awe at the divineness of the rooms and hallways, each design created a dream of its own, one more erotic than another. Heero could feel his blood churn.
The young man opened a door at the very far end of the hallway, and led Heero in. It is a big room, massive maybe, with simplicity of ornaments and decoration. White washed walls and white marble tiles, white fluffy cushions everywhere.
The young man let Heero's hands go and signalled him to follow. The young gundam pilot followed and they stopped in front of a willowy transparent curtain. It is not too transparent that Heero can't make out every detail at the other end of the room, but enough to know what is there. A slight shadow of a door could be seen.
The young man snapped his finger in one crisp gesture, and Heero waited what could happen, his heart racing in him. After a few seconds a flow of exotic smell of flowers and a sweet sound of music and waterflow came from nowhere.
Then the door opened.
***
Zechs sat inside the beautiful room, still stunned. Andrew smiled at his handywork, Zechs looked magnificent in his white attire.
Zechs had his hair pinned back with silver gold invisible pins that glitters under the shadows of the scented candles. He was bathed in the fresh fragrance of jasmine and Oriental spices, enticing, Andrew thought.
The young OZ officer was clad in a revealing white robe that spreads like ethereal wings around him, the cuts were low and intricately placed, each made to provoke and to seduce. Beautiful...
Two thin golden bangles with little bells adorned the lean ankles and forearms, other than that he had no other jewelleries on him. But Andrew must admit that Zechs is good, no... best without anything.
A visitor was expected, or so they were told. Zechs even as he found the job to be challanging felt nervous. The host of the house gave Zechs some warm tea to drink, laced with some dose of relaxation herbs. Andrew eyed his superior officer, his head hung low and pupils dilated, the full rose coloured lips wet and parted slightly, and small beads of sweat gleamed like natural diamonds set into the perfect dark ivory of skin.
Then the music flooded the air. Zechs stood and gave a look at Andrew. "this will be *very* amusing" the young man mused. Andrew's eyes focused automatically at the retreating figure who opened the door and be engulfed in the light outside.
****
Heero gaped as he saw a tall slender figure came out from the door behind the curtain. tall and slender are understatements really. The man look godly, the curves of the body are well placed, not just well placed, but perfectly molded. He couldn't see clearly the face of the man or the intricate detail of the body. All he could see is a god bathed in light...
And the god starts to move slowly. Long slender fingers started moving across the lips, Heero could make out the shape roughly, but it is still to far and a bit too concealed.But it is by far sensuous. The moves are slow and sure, paced and delicate. The melody flowed into the air, but the figure in front of him was creating a melody of his own, and it pulled Heero from his state of conciousness, into a land of dream and rushing heart beats.
Heero stole a glance at the young oriental man who sat quietly beside him, but the young man didn't give out any kind of reaction. But Heero couldn't care less.
Soft chimes of the bells on the dancer's body leads Heero into a land of its own. Those fingers crawled onto the long slender neck and played small circles just below the chin line. Another hand joined in, gently touching the nape under the rich pale hair that fell gracefully. then Heero shuddered as the godly head tilted to the air revealing the full neck of carved ivory. Time stood. The man in front of him looked like those sculptures from the renaissance period and the romantic era. Beautifully carved, as if the lover of the gods themselves, no he *was* god.
And the god moaned in ecstacy, as the fingers travelled down the bare chest of softest skin. Through the curtains even, Heero could tell, as the hands slid over one nipple and another, Heero could tell how it feels, as if he's caressing the man himself. A few well placed touches, a few teases.
The movement became more subtle and slow, too painful to be bore alone, Heero turned to the direction of the black haired companion but the man wasn't there. Heero slumped over onto one soft pillow. He watched the scenes that unfurl one by one in front of him. The hands travelled slowly across the body, across the archaic torso, across the beauty that Heero could not reckon a man could help.
The loose robe the man used slipped gracefully, without weight from the slender body, baring the body to perfection. Heero gasped. His breath was held in a painful wait, a painful halt of time... Those legs, those arms, that chest, that head, everything, ambrosial.
Heero didn't noticed the light dimmed and the music stopped, the dancer was now the musician, the music, the dancer, the life itself.
***
Zechs trailed his hands on his neck, down to his chest and across one nipple. He caught the glimpse of his audience. Such small body, petite, beautiful. He couldn't make the face or the exact build, but that stranger had the imposing aura of beauty and strength.
Zechs led his hands to draw lower, teasing himself, teasing his own, picturing the dark faceless stranger touched him here, there... His hands travelled even lower and met the confinement of the fine tassle that circled his waist.
His hands are the hands of the exotic stranger whose eyes are trained upon him. The hands worked out the soft knots of the tassles and the robes slid off his body easily.
He felt the rush of cold air against his heated skin, as the last of his garment fell away. Strange, he, standing in front of someone he didn't know, but he wanted the stranger, so beautiful in the emanating aura to know him, to explore his body, touching here and
there...
His hands slid into his inner thighs. Touching himself, such forbiddent thing to do, some say, but it felt right. He moaned, the stranger moaned...
The room darkened,
the music stopped,
Time stilled.
***
Heero could felt his heart racing faster and faster, the adrenalin rush he had never experienced, not with Duo, not in the most dangerous mission.
Not anywhere, but here with a god displaying his whole in front of him. He watched as the man caressed himself, as the man played the game of love, made for two...
alone...
like him...
all alone.
And he screamed, in pain of agony and lust. Pain in the heart and groin.
***
Zechs did to himself what he never thought he'd do towards himself, not before. He touched himself to the point of pain. Of need, of longing. Of thirst.
Not the kind when he was with Treize, his secret lover and commander.
Not the kind when he was with his squadron, or in battles.
A feeling alien to him,
as alien as the stranger in front of him
And he felt pain, as he heard the scream from the stranger
It mimicked him. Pain...
of longing and seeking.
***
Heero dashed across the boundary of thin curtain, it is dark to make out who was in front of him. A vague trace of face could be seen, albeit more clearly. The swell of torso and body seemed more clear and more perfect for him.
He tore away his clothes and delved the man infront of him...
Feverish skin over feverish skin.
***
Zechs eyes fluttered open when he felt another weight on him, warm, making him feel warmer,
then a suffocating kiss,
then a fleeting touch.
***
Heero kissed feverishly over the soft lips, so soft and sweet smelling he would die for it. But hesitant he was, he had never...
with someone so perfect...
someone so beautiful...
then he felt hands tracing his bare back, sending spicy tingle over his nerves and making him breathe furiously. Heero pressed closer and deeper into his kiss, devouring the lips so perfect.
Heero, the perfect soldier
and a dancer, god...
He then trailed his kisses down the side of the neck, shoulders, chest, so lean, so tight... He left silvery marks on the trail that he retraced with his hands, circled one nipple and teased another.
the man made a small groan.
***
Zechs could feel it, the passion and the sense of enticing animalistic love. Fiery, yet so hesitant... everything out of instinct, out of feeling.
The game of a blind man's bluff.
He retrieved his left hand from the stranger's back and start tracing intricate patterns on the stranger's chest. Each touched well placed, mirroring the educated touch on the soft back, that moved in small circles, small rivers of passion...
And he felt a hot mouth closing around his nipple, nibbling it until the point of it pebble hard... a pinch and two...
he shudders.
His left hand trailed lower onto the abdomen, his head snuggled on the crook of the stranger's neck, which emanates the soft smell of youth and carefree... the sweetness he had lost, as he had lost his childhood, his youth.
***
Heero could feel the long, ivory hand teased him lower and lower, his groin tightened as he felt the urge, the need. Then he felt the heavenly head pressed against the crook of his neck... he could feel the suffocating sweetness the man radiated. Masculinity, romanticity, adulthood, and confidence... everything that he might want.
Heero guided the fingers onto his throbbing shaft, half expecting it to do anything... but, skillfully the slender fingers started to caress him in a way he would never dared to dream of. He let out a moan. The hands moved deftly, up and down, circling... coming and going, here and there.
A moment of justice, and a moment of torment. Both sweet in their own way, and...
he seeks release.
***
The platinum blond man traced his finger and felt trickles of warm manhood from the stranger's erection. Then suddenly in hurried roughness, yet artful in its own way, he could feel his knees being shoved up, revealing the entrance he guarded.
The entrance that until that time he knew was Treize's own. But now... to an unknown stranger, who could rouse him so much, only by his fleeting touches and childish hesitancy.
Zechs gave an involuntary moan as he felt warm tongue teasing the tight entrance. It felt so nice, so good.
Then as he pried his eyes open, heavy from passion and sleep that he had so little of, he could swear of the feral glint in the stranger's eyes. He shuddered.
Such beautiful pain...
***
Heero could have never guessed, as he entered the man... that the scream he wrung from the perfect throat was melodious in its own right. Another thrust, and another...
and they made a symphony of their own. The man's divine touch showered his body like rain over the desert. Giving life to each and every knotted nerves and powerless body.
And he sighed. He moaned...
A thrust and another, as they exchanged touches after touches...kisses after kisses...
gods, he tasted like wine, bitter sweet... tasted like spices from the orient, exotic, beautiful, enticing... tasted like ambrosia, godly, and eternal...
and he came...
***
they both laid there, nestled in each other's arm... curled without any prejudices or neither do they know who...
All they know is that they are created alike yet different. Two sides of the same coin...
Until Heero opened his eyes and glanced at his archaic lover.
At that time, Zechs too opened his eyes...
They both stared into each other's deep pools of emotion. Each other's eyes. And things are sometime best left unsaid. Zechs smiled and craddled the young pilot. And Heero returned the embrace by kissing the older man on those lush lips.
And a small whisper came from the younger one, "You are divine, love."
And they tumbled into the plains of dreams,
until time bids them to part,
for another battle,
in another space and time,
each against the other,
one in search for the blood of another,
clashing like pillars of light,
swirling up into the air,
like cords of silver and golden stream of power,
intertwined,
for as they confronted each other,
they are for each other,
as they loved,
as they played,
the forbidden game,
of passion.
~owari!
and to be continued to the next part!
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