9 Jun 2000

Here's the next installment of Perfect Days. Warnings for graphic yaoi. ^_^

Pairing: 13x6/6x13

WARNING: YAOI - juicy citrus scene; sap; an unwanted surprise

Perfect Days by Kat & kumiko

Part 5

Treize had carried the book up with him, and was going to set it beside the bed, with every intention of finishing reading it with his lover. And as soon as he heard 'race you to the bed' however, he ran for it, springing onto the mattress with a laugh. /Stars, but I feel lighthearted around you, Milliard./

Treize may have won, but his position, face up on the bed made him vulnerable to Zechs' pounce, which turned out to be stunningly accurate as the blond launched himself at his friend and ended up sitting astride him, one knee on either side of Treize's hips. Zechs sat back on his heels, still laughing, and looked his prize up and down. "Now," he said in a deliberate and considering voice, "what *am* I going to do with you...?"

A pleased smile had utterly captured the golden-brown haired man, as he stroked the hip of his younger lover. "I've no idea... what ARE you going to do with me?" There was a hint of coy in his voice, and it was more laughable.

"I think," Zechs said softly as he leaned over to kiss Treize's neck, "that I will undress you. Slowly." Warm palms pressed lightly against the older man's chest in slow, circular motions. Once in a while they would stray up to his neck and throat, then glide lower again. After a couple of times, Zechs felt two stiff little buds harden under his hands and he pressed his palms against them, pinching them gently at times, and smiled to see their outline against the linen of Treize's shirt. The sight of them made him feel hot in a way he didn't quite understand and he wriggled a little on top of Treize's lap.

Wriggled right over Treize's by then throbbing hardness. "Milliard..." A sighed prayer, as he shifted up against Zechs' hands. "Gods, that feels perfect." /You're so attentive, and perfect to attend to, Zechs -- do you know how perfectly you suit me?/

Zechs' eyes widened and let out a little gasp at the feel of that stiffness against him. And in such an intimate place... A part of him ached, wanted to cry out for the perfection of the position they were in. Once again he didn't understand why, but he allowed the feeling to take hold for a moment. Closing his eyes, he pressed down against the hardened shaft and rubbed, ever so lightly, back and forth. The faintest smile crept over his face and the tiniest movements were pure ecstasy.

Treize gave a pleased shudder, rocking his hips up a little. "Milliard... that's perfect... and someday we'll be able to do that for real."

Zechs' eyes were half-lidded when he opened them again. He rocked back and forth one more time, staring into his lover's eyes as he did, then leaned forward again and took a kiss. Never in his life had he felt so intensely erotic, especially given how little they were actually doing. But he had just learned a very valuable lesson: sometimes a smaller movement means more concentrated pleasure. He had learned it, and learned it well, and he would never forget again. Slowly eating at Treize's warm mouth, savoring the taste that was only Treize, he slid his hands down the smooth, linen shirt again and began to unfasten the buttons on the older man's shirt.

Soft sighs left Treize continuously, and little arches. "Yes, you're perfect..."

One at a time, the buttons yielded to clever fingers while the kisses continued, slow and deep. Warm palms found their way onto the heated skin of Treize's chest and Zechs broke off a kiss reluctantly to stare down at his lover's beauty. Another wisp of a smile crossed the golden features before Zechs slid his hands up under the collar and slowly pushed the shirt off of Treize's broad shoulders. "Oh, Treize..." he whispered, reverently. "You are my *god*..." And with that he applied himself to the task of kissing every inch of that warm, smooth skin.

Warm, familiar lips on his skin, reverently kissing... Oh, kissing everywhere that his lover could reach. "Ah, my sweet boy... A god cannot exist without faithful worshipers..." Thoroughly aroused was the best word for it. He was steps away from flipping Zechs over, stripping him down, slowly, and then taking him. But he couldn't. "And you're so faithful and perfect that you are all that I need." His own hands had slid down from Zechs' sides, to now stroke at his love's hips, slowly teasing.

A small whimper escaped the blond boy at that touch. Close, so close but not quite *satisfying* enough, making him feel like wriggling until he could get himself under those hands. That's when his lips brushed a stiff nipple and he latched onto it, sucking softly, then flicking his tongue fast over the sensitive tip.

A shuddery, stammered sound left Treize, as his back arched and his hips rocked against his lover. "You overwhelm me," he complimented, pulling himself together just enough to pinch Zechs' right nipple.

Leaning hard into Treize's fingers, the blond boy pulled Treize's shirt farther down his arms and moved to the other nipple. His body felt as if it were pulsing, softly, slowly and he could only keep sucking as he rocked between Treize's clever fingers and the hardness between the man's legs.

"Let me undress you, Milliard," Treize breathed. He wanted to feel skin against him, and though it was a risk... the risk would be worth it, he saw.

"Mmmm... but I haven't finished with you..." Zechs murmured. In reality, at that moment he couldn't refuse a request by Treize if his life depended on it. But he had been looking forward to getting the man's trousers off...

But if he got the chance, it would be from a different position. Because as soon as those words had passed his lips, Treize slowly -- rather than fast, as he wished to do -- levered Zechs to one side, until the boy was on his back, and Treize was now over him. "We can go back the other way once we're both undressed.... because I have something planned for that ingenious position of yours."

And for the moment, he contented himself in rubbing his hands over Zechs' chest.

Listening to those seductive words, hearing the silky voice, a wave of heat passed through Zechs that was staggering in its intensity. His voice had abandoned him temporarily and all he could do was moan softly as Treize's hands explored him. /Everywhere... feels like they're everywhere... at the same time.../ His eyes were closed, head thrown back, as he reveled in his lover's touch.

Soft moans, that Treize memorized for dull days when Milliard was nowhere to be found; arousing sounds that only made the pounding of his blood stronger. He finished opening Zechs' shirt, and slid it off of his lover, pushing it back and down. "Shall I...?" he smiled as one hand skimmed down to touch Zechs' fly. Another soft moan and Zechs threw his arms over his eyes, hips lifting without thought, just knowing the beloved was that close.

And the button was opened, slowly, before Treize slid up, hand working at the rest of the buttons, while his tongue lapped gently at Zechs' firm belly.

Azure blue eyes were half-lidded. "Ohhhh... Treize... you turn me to fire... I want you so much... and I don't even know what it is I want..." Zechs closed his eyes all the way. "Only that I want it... and I want it from you..."

"I'll give it to you," Treize murmured softly, sitting back a little. "Soon, my love. Not now, but soon." His hands tugged down Zechs' pants, underwear and all, until they were completely off. "Now, you can be on top again, love."

They moved in each other's arms, a slow, sensuous roll and once more Zechs lay atop Treize, kissing him. It was a slow, deep kiss and Zechs let his fingers trail down the length of Treize's chest and belly, resting at his trousers. Never breaking the kiss, the blond boy slowly worked the buttons open pausing after the third to slip his hand in and feel Treize's smooth, heated skin.

"Ahh..." A pleased sigh of both the wave of pleasure, and the relief of at last feeling the touch. the warm, slender hand touching his skin... "Yes, Milliard.... you learned so fast."

"Mmmm... lovely master." Zechs purred as he began to suckle gently at a tender earlobe. He pulled Treize's trousers and underwear down, finally pushing them off the bed with his feet, and then moved slowly to the other ear. As he did, he stretched out full length atop his lover, skin to skin, heady in its warmth.

Now they were both deliciously nude, and the feel of skin against skin was something to savor. "Sit back, my love... like your were before."

Zechs pushed himself up so that he straddled Treize. For a moment, a shining mass of pale gold hair hid his face from his lover. The he lifted a hand and ran his fingers through it with an unconscious grace and their eyes met.

Sapphire eyes caught and held azure, and one of Treize's hands slid up to stroke back through Zechs' silken hair. "You have beautiful hair -- like the mane of a championship horse, my love. All strength and muscle and beauty."

Zechs blushed and ducked his head for a moment, turning into that caressing hand and kissing the palm. "If I am it's because you made me this way..."

"I made you beautiful? Oh, no, my love, you were beauty itself long before you met me," Treize purred softly, shifting his hand to gently lift Zechs' chin.

For a long moment, the blond boy stared at the man beneath him, then whispered, "I would have been lost forever, if not for you."

"But you aren't lost, my dear friend," Treize whispered in turn. "You aren't lost and that's all that matters."

Zechs reached up for Treize's hand, still tangled in his hair. Never moving his gaze from those deep blue eyes, he slowly guided it down across his neck, his shoulders, and gradually to his chest. When the palm rested over his heart, Zechs placed his own hand on top of his lover's and pressed gently. "Every beat," he whispered fiercely, "just for you. Only you..."

"A gift I will cherish through my life," Treize uttered seriously. "I would show you where I keep my soul, that belongs so much to you, but I do not know... only that it is yours."

"You don't have to show me anything. I believe."

A warm smile took Treize's face, as he kept one hand on Zechs' chest, above his heart, while the other grasped Zechs' hip, urging him to sit back a little father. Atop Treize's erection. /Close, nearly what we both want, but it won't be./

A quiet gasp came from the blond boy as he settled on top of the hardened shaft. He felt his cheeks go red and a race of electricity through his blood. Keeping his eyes on Treize, a wondering expression on his face, Zechs tried rubbing against it and whimpered softly, to feel Treize press between his cheeks.

Treize sighed his pleasure. "While I cannot be in you yet, this is nearly as good..." And erotic as anything could get. The hand on Zechs' hip slid teasingly up, to lightly stroke his erection. "I love you so dearly, Milliard."

"Treize... I love you, too." A whisper as the blond closed his eyes and moved in tiny rocking motions, each one sending a jolt of adrenalin through him. Then the touch of Treize's fingers, and he nearly fell. He called on every ounce of control he had, wanting more and more and more.

At last he found a rhythm that seemed to pulse through him like a drum. It moved in time with his heartbeat - forward into heated, grasping fingers; backward onto his lover's softly throbbing shaft. He threw his head back and gave a low throaty cry...

Spilling over the older man's elegant fingers and both their stomachs. "Yes, my love," Treize groaned quietly, as he shifted his own hips over and over against the perfectly formed, firm buttocks, until at last he tumbled over, joining his lover in blissful pleasure.

"Oh, dear Sir..." Zechs was lost in a haze of desire fulfilled, still reeling with the last throbs of pleasure, eyes still closed and face exquisite. Then he slid down to the bed and pulled his lover over on top of him.

Another flip, but this one Treize was comfortable with. He tiredly blanketed his lover, tugging the sheets up over them. He wanted to stay that way with Zechs forever, holding him close, satiated with pleasure...

Then, in the back of his hearing, he heard the doorbell ring

"Mmm.. what was that?" Zechs murmured, lips moved faintly against the warm, damp skin of Treize's neck and hands softly stroking silky ginger hair.

"Hopefully a door to door salesman. The butler will get it," Treize drawled, relaxing against the boy. He could smell the sex off both of them. It was so perfect, to be holding Zechs tight, for them to both be exhausted in bed together.

"Mmmm..." The only reply from the blond boy was a pleasured murmur. Letting his fingers trail lightly down Treize's shoulders and back, he slipped his arms around the man's lean hips and snuggled in closer, closing his eyes.

"Sleep well, my love," Treize breathed, shifting the blankets up to Zechs' chin. He truly wanted to stay that way for eternity. Warm, and familiar to him...

There was a knock on the door.

"Sir...? There is a Lady Une to see you."

"Hmm?" Zechs looked up at Treize. "Whose Lady Une?"

End of Part 5

(:./kumiko/bblood12)