17-Aug-2000
Category: Experiment
Pairings: 13x4
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made or sought here.
NOTES: All right.. it's 2:30am.. and this sucker decided it wanted finished period end of sentance! As I've said before this is NOT a Companions of Fate arc fic. It's stand alone. I'll warn you now that the ending is not sweetness and light. No one dies but there is emotional angst that remains unresolved. Also please remember that Treize is 24 and in this fic Quatre is 17. Thank you Diane for staying up and betaing this for me. She did great work in keeping me from tumbling over my words.
The room was dark, except for the light thrown by a small fireplace that sat across from the large bed. Treize closed the door with a quick kick of his foot, then he lowered Quatre back down along his body, teasing them both with the sensation.
Quatre was too inexperienced to understand the action but his body responded eagerly to the sensual sensations and his spine bowed as he gave a little whimper. The response he got to that whimper was immediate and fierce. Treize's teeth closed around his bared throat with a fierce intensity that told Quatre that the Oz Commander was losing control of his own responses.
Maybe... maybe it could stop... maybe Treize would admit Quatre had won? No such admission seemed to be forthcoming however and Treize pressed him back towards the bed. Quatre once again felt the incredible heat of Treize's body pushing against his own and he felt his mouth go dry as and incredible jolt of pleasure shot through his groin. He reached up to push Treize back, he thought.. but his hands curled inwards, pulling the shirt further open, baring the strong chest to the touch of the firelight and his own hands.
Quatre's fingers twisted through the scattering of auburn curls that spread across Treize's chest. He felt the rumbling groan come from the older man's torso.
Treize fought to keep himself from melting beneath the little blonde's questing touch. The young man had no idea what he was doing... Treize had no doubt about that but damn if he didn't have mighty fine instincts.
Treize went back to nibbling on Quatre's neck, testing the way the Arabian pilot seemed to shudder and melt beneath the touches. He mentally filed the information away as his hands reached up, undoing the buttons of the small blonde's shirt. Then he reached back, caught the shirt and the vest together and pulled both off the slender body.
The firelight danced across Quatre's pale skin. He was as fair as Milliardo, almost translucent under the right light. Treize forgot himself for a moment and murmured without thinking.
"Beautiful."
Quatre startled a little, hearing the deep voice purr the word. It slid through his carefully crafted illusions and for a moment he balked. Treize felt the little blond loose his momentum, he felt the control of the situation swing back into his hands but... he couldn't make himself take it. Instead he moved his lips back up along Quatre's jaw till he could once again capture the sweet mouth. His large hands moved soothingly across the bared skin, then he shifted his touch, letting it become more sensual. Treize didn't want Quatre begging, he just wanted him to relax again.
Quatre felt his control of the situation slip and for a moment he stilled, waiting for Treize to pounce but the older man moved with gentleness and slow caution. Quatre blinked inwardly... he ... he was still in control. No.. that was a lie. His body was completely out of control. The needs he felt were pressing down upon him with an urgent desperation that made walking away impossible. Neither of them had control.
He felt his body begin to tremble once more beneath Treize's expert touch. His hands shifted across the broad chest, finding his way blocked by the cut of the shirt. He pulled his hands away from Treize's skin and down to the waistband of his breeches, grabbing the hem of the shirt, he pulled it up. Treize quickly ducked out of the shirt, helping Quatre throw it off to the side as he wrapped his free arm around the slender body, pulling them against each other hard.
Quatre gasped as skin hit skin. His whole body shuddered hard and the air left his lungs in a long restless cry. Treize felt the same level of impatience as well but he turned his face into Quatre's neck soothing the little blond even as he pressed them both back onto the bed.
Quatre shivered as he felt the cool silk of the comforter against his back. He weaseled back along the slippery fabric encouraged by the lift of Treize's arm as the older man joined him on the bed. Treize braced the weight of his upper body on one arm, the other stroking down across the pale skin stretched out beneath him. He used the touch of his lips and hand to inflame the little blond to the point that Quatre barely realized when Treize reached down and undid the fastening of his trousers.
The wood in the fireplace gave a sharp crack and both men reacted to the sound, jumping against each other. Quatre turned his head, turquoise eyes looking at Treize's face. The older man's eyes were darker with passion, half closed as he looked back at Quatre. Treize lowered his lips, brushing them lightly across Quatre's mouth. He could remember Milliardo giving him the same, 'What are we doing?' Expression all those years ago.
He'd had no answer for Milliardo then and he had no answer for Quatre Winner now. It wasn't supposed to have gone this far but somewhere along the line the little blonde's purity and innocence had take control of the game away from Treize Kushrenada.
Quatre felt the passion spike back in his young body as the warm lips touched his once again. He responded with another low whimper of need. He felt restless, alive, shamed, powerful, scared and lost in a way that sent him seeking comfort from the arms that held him.
Treize finished getting the loose slacks off Quatre's body, baring the little blond to his questing hands though somehow, it was he who felt completely naked. Treize stroked and soothed the Arabian pilot till Quatre was once again writhing in passionate agony, then he took a moment to get free of his own breeches, mentally cursing tight fabric.
Once free of the confining cloth, Treize wheeled across Quatre, bringing them both up onto the bed at a more comfortable angle, he settled onto his back, pulling the little blond up across his body. Now he had both his hands free without risking crushing the slight young man. Quatre automatically straddled Treize's waist but his eyes widened a little in shock as he felt a naked aroused body against his own for the first time. Treize groaned outloud at the picture Quatre's face made, just barely remembering to stop the name, 'Milliardo' from passing his lips.
As if afraid he'd slip, Treize reached up and tugged Quatre's mouth down to his own, forcing their bodies to come into perfect alignment together. He held the back of Quatre's head with one hand as his other slid between their bodies, closing around the aroused heat of the little blonde's erection. Quatre yelped into the kiss in surprise at pleasure the touch brought. Treize nearly laughed at the sweet inexperience the sound spoke of. He couldn't remember wanting anyone this badly since that one time with Milliardo.
Quatre nearly choked when Treize touched him. He'd been aware that his groin ached fiercely but he hadn't realize just how good it would feel when he was touched. He forgot himself and pressed hard into the calloused fingers that closed around him. Luckily, Treize seemed to enjoy the eager action and he stroked Quatre's flesh, helping to further ease the ache he felt there.
Treize felt his own passion double at the pure response Quatre gave him. Treize fought to draw the moment out, he knew he could keep both of them on the edge of physical pleasure for hours. For a moment, Treize wanted to keep the little blond right here, in this moment. It was a fool's wish and Treize recognized it as such the moment he thought it. He was half making love to Quatre Winner and half making love to the youthful ghost of Milliardo Peacecraft. He looked up into Quatre's passion twisted features and for a moment, Treize wondered who Quatre was making love to.
The game, had taken over them both and though Treize desired for it to never end, he had to end it, for them both. He kissed Quatre's neck and upper body as he continued to stroke the young man, feeling the inexperienced body begin to shudder and tremble. Treize coaxed Quatre up to the very edge of pleasure, then he stopped, leaving the small blond hanging there while his hand lashed out towards the small nightstand that sat beside the bed.
Two items were drawn out of the drawer. A condom and lubrication. Treize couldn't figure out what made him reach for the small foil square but for some reason he felt the need to protect the young man moving over him, even from himself. It took a bit of careful handling to keep Quatre focused on the pleasure and not on the small interruption the preparations took but Treize was a man of many means.
Treize paused for a moment... unsure for the first time in his life. Then he reached up and grabbed the slender body around the waist, rolling them both until he was stretched out across Quatre's form. Quatre made a small noise of surprise and unease, which Treize quickly kissed away, murmuring against Quatre's mouth.
"It will be easier for you like this."
Quatre was about to ask what was going to be easier when the first press of fingers invading his body stole his breath. He squirmed a little, suddenly very uncertain about this whole situation. Treize paused and took time to kiss and coax Quatre into forgetting about what was happening to his lower body. It wasn't hard to keep the young 17 year old body interested in pleasure, he just needed to remind it now and again that this was pleasurable.
As Treize felt Quatre relax, he pressed forward, gently massaging and encouraging tight muscles to relax. The effort nearly drove him mad. The little blond was so tight and responsive, it was driving Treize out of his mind. For just this moment, he wanted to lose himself in the purity, in the innocence.
Quatre was relaxing and beginning to enjoy the action of those fingers when Treize moved. There was nothing hard or violent about the action, only inexorable and filled with need. The feel of the larger man pressing against his body and then into his body startled Quatre and his hands scrambled at Treize's shoulders in fear. Treize quickly halted the forward motion of his body, leaning down to kiss and soothe the little blond with gentle touches of his lips and wordless noises of comfort and encouragement.
Treize reached between their bodies, touching Quatre gently as he pressed forward, edging the pain he knew the little blond felt with the pleasure that he knew could belong to them both. Quatre shifted and whimpered, uncertain as both sensations assaulted him. Again, Treize waited till Quatre relaxed, then he moved forward again, the invasion becoming easier after the first couple of presses.
Both of them lost track of time as they danced this dance together instead of against each other. Treize's body had broken out in a light sweat by the time he finally felt himself slide all the way into the slender body beneath him. Quatre's hands had a hard time holding onto the slick broad shoulders, so he ended up just wrapping his arms completely around Treize, holding the larger man against him.
Treize became aware of the rapid heart beat pounding against his chest. He opened his eyes and looked down at the young man beneath him. Smiling a touch sadly he leaned down and kissed Quatre slowly. Then he began to move. Gently at first, giving the inexperienced body beneath him time to adjust to this new action, then he angled for the spot within the blond that would bring the most pleasure. It took a couple of thrusts but then he felt Quatre stiffen, his cry lost down Treize's throat.
As he felt the slender body beneath his shudder and spasm with pleasure, Treize lost control. He picked up a quick hard rhythm, driving into that pleasure point even as he drove himself into the tight, hot body that was giving him so much pleasure. Once more, Trieze wished he could drag the moment out forever.. hold onto the purity he held in his arms, the innocence that he immersed himself within but the game could not go on.
Treize heard Quatre cry out in wonder and pleasure beneath him. He felt the warm liquid of the little blonde's release against his torso and chest, felt the way the inexperienced body beneath his shuddered and trembled in the throes of a first orgasm experienced with another. Treize felt himself tumble over the edge, following the young Arabian's climax with his own. The release was incredible and his hoarse shout echoed through his room as he thrust blindly in those last moments.
His body wrung out, Treize collapsed forward, barely remembering to brace his weight against his forearms, least he crush the slight form beneath him. He folded his head down till he could feel the rapid beat of Quatre's heart against his forehead. Treize felt his own pulse pounding in his throat and in his groin.
'Which one of us... sacrificed more.. to the game.' Treize wondered lifting his head and looking down at the closed eyes and flushed face of the young pilot beneath him. Quatre had sacrificed his virginity but Treize knew... a part of his soul would be taken with the young blond. As Milliardo had taken his share all those years ago.
Treize carefully disengaged their bodies and rolled off to the side. His arms reached towards Quatre, pulling the slight body over to him and laying the damp blond head against his chest. He should have just left the bed... they were enemies. There was no need to cuddle. However, Treize was reluctant to just... leave the blond alone in those last moments of afterglow.
Quatre lay against Treize's chest, sated and utterly confused. As the moments passed and the blood stopped pounding through his ears.. the reality of what he'd just done began to hit home. Treize knew the moment Quatre came back to earth. He felt the slender muscles tighten and tense in his arms. There had been no winner in this round. Both had lost the game.
"In 3 hours... the guard will be changing all over the base. There will be a power failure on your cell block and the lock on the door will fail." Treize's voice was deep and breathy, still carrying the strains of passion and desire. "All your mobile suits are stored in the southern hanger C-4-7"
Quatre lay there.. hardly believing his ears. He pushed up on shaky arms and looked down at Treize, his expressive eyes questioning. Treize lifted a heavy hand and touched the blonde's cheek.
"Don't... ask me. But no... you did not whore yourself for your freedom." Treize squashed that question immediately. Even if he could not give Quatre another reason. Sitting up, he kissed the blond, long and deep, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. "The game was not meant to go this far." Treize whispered and in that whisper Quatre could hear the self-recrimination Treize felt for his own loss of control.
When Quatre was silent, Treize stood, moving towards the bathroom. Quatre's soft voice stopped him in the doorframe.
"Stalemate."
Treize turned and looked back towards the bed. The little blond still wore an expression of confusion, uncertainty, innocence. His blond hair was ruffled, his face was flushed and Treize could see faint bruises where he'd allowed his teeth to get too rough on the blonde's neck. Yet the turquoise eyes were still bright, arrogant, and pure. Treize found himself smiling slightly as he nodded his head.
"Stalemate." He acknowledged.
EPILOGUE
3 1/2 Hours later.
Treize walked smoothly up to the command center of the base. Alarms sounded all around him and people darted to and fro like panicked ants. He watched the confusion with a calm air, flipping his cloak up over his shoulder as he walked towards Lady Une.
"Status, Lady Une?" He asked curiously.
"There was a power failure in the cell blocks, Your Excellency. The Gundam Pilots have escaped." Her bright brown eyes flashed with fire, promising mortal injury to anyone she could find to blame for this.
"Sir!" Came the frantic voice of a young sensor operative. Treize turned his eyes towards the young man.
"Yes?"
"All five Gundams have escaped the hanger sir. They are currently fighting their way through our forces, heading for the southern boarder."
"Visual." Treize commanded calmly, turning to look at the wide screen as the picture of destruction came into focus.
All five Gundams fought viciously. Though they were outnumbered, Treize could tell that they would escape his forces in no time. In fact they probably could have already escaped if they hadn't stopped to decimate every single enemy they could find.
Turning away from the scene, he made his way towards the door. "I don't believe they enjoyed our hospitality Lady Une. Perhaps we should see about getting a new chef." With those urbane words, Treize walked out of the command center.
Out, in the field, the Gundams fought their way free of the Leo's and Aries. Once the open sky lay before them, Heavyarms turned and blasted off towards the East. Trowa said nothing, to any of them. Sandrock stood, watching the powerful Gundam as it flew away, then the greyish Gundam lifted into the air without a word and shot off towards the West.
Duo watched the two go in separate directions. He saw Wing fold up into airplane form and head after Heavyarms and he turned Deathscythe in that direction. Heero's voice broke through the morning quiet on their private line.
"No. Go with Quatre."
Heero cut communication and Wing's thrusters fired, rocketing 01 off towards the sunrise. Duo watched the brightly colored Gundam disappear off the horizon then turned and sent Deathscythe hurtling after Sandrock. Shenlong stood, looking East, then West. Wufei then fired his rockets and hurtled on Southwards, his mind already contemplating Justice.
The End
Laekin
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