"Count on it, sir," Zechs murmured, and rolled over so that he straddled Treize's hips. His hair tumbled around them and he claimed Treize's mouth in a fierce kiss.
"Mmmm." The sheath of platinum hair blocked his view, and he could only peer up at Zechs. That beautiful face, those eyes... Again, the kiss broke, tenderly, and he sighed with a smile. "Well, pet, what do you want to do, this final time, before we must prepare to report to duty? It will have to last us a while, whatever."
"Mmm..." Zechs smiled against the warm skin of Treize's neck as he nuzzled up the lick playfully at the older man's ear. "I'm the slave, remember? I'll do anything you tell me to do..."
"All right... then tell me what you *want*, and I'll make it difficult for you, pet," came the smiled words. Zechs stopped licking and pulled his head back to look at Treize. Then he frowned and sat up.
"So, does that mean that it makes you feel good to not give me what I want?"
"Not at all," he replied, curling up to pull Zechs against him. "I makes me feel good to keep you on the brink for a long time."
Zechs frowned at his lover. "Yes, well, this isn't supposed to be about me. It's about *you*... *only* you..." The blond thought about getting back on top of Treize and so he tried to get free from the strong hold the man had on him. But wriggle as he might, Treize's grip couldn't be broken. He growled a little. "Aren't you going to let me go?"
"Not at all," Treize mused lazily, laying back down and taking Zechs with him. "I plan on holding you just like this until I think of what I want to do with you, my love." Zechs tried one last wriggle, and then gave up. He took a few deep breaths and then relaxed against Treize and waited.
At last, the familiar tenor spoke: "Two choices, Milliard. As we did last night, or I want you simply laying on your back, all mine to explore."
The blond's eyes were wide as he regarded his lover's ultimatum. He blinked once, blushed, and whispered, "On my back."
The arms around him loosened. "Then get up onto the bed, and I'll join you in a moment."
A slight tremor of fear ran through Zechs' body. /Was that the wrong choice...?/ But he did as he was told and leaned back against the bed pillows feeling more nervous than he had since he'd gotten to Kiev. Treize returned in a few minutes, a bottle in his hands. The bottle was set aside, on the night-stand, as Treize knelt above Zechs, the smile on his face soft.
"Milliard... tell me, where do you ache the most?"
Zechs stared at Treize for a moment, then warily eyed the bottle on the nightstand. He didn't ache anywhere - well, except for the usual place that ached when Treize was this close... and naked... He swallowed thickly and said the first body part that came to his mind. "My thighs." The he held his breath.A hand lowered, and he stroked a finger, the very tip, faintly over the inside of Zechs' left thigh.
"That aches...?"
The boy gasped softly at the touch - barely there and so much more erotic than anything heavier would have been.
/Treize... you're just so... *good*.../
He let out a ragged breath and whispered, "Yes," hoping that the touch would come again.It came again, but to the other thigh, faint, and trailing off in a little flick of Treize's finger-nail.
"Yes, but where do you ache the *most*...?"
Without thinking, Zechs dropped his legs further apart and whimpered softly. "Ohhhhh... in-between..."
"You ache there..." Treize asked in a soft, teasing voice, letting his hands drop down to flit at the boy's balls. "Does that help any...?"The blond moved his head back and forth on the pillow, panting softly and wanting to press upward into Treize's hand. But it was to ephemeral, barely there - just enough to ignite the desire but not nearly enough to satisfy it.
"Treize... please..."
A flicker of nail there, and then his hand clamped tightly over Zechs' arousal. "Still ache? Don't move."
A soft cry from the boy, wanting both to move into the pressure and away from the pain. "N... No... I have to move... oh, please, Treize!"
"Listen to me," Treize breathed, the hand clamped around his arousal making a slow stroke. "Do. Not. Move. I want this to last, my love..."
Zechs could only whimper softly in reply. He bit his bottom lip and took a very deep breath, the desire building. "Oh, God..." he whispered, eyes closed, head back. "Oh dear God..."
"I'm not," Treize smiled, leaning forward to kiss those lips that pleaded with him, as he gave another slow stroke.A sharp cry was torn from Zechs' throat and under Treize's hands the muscles of the blond boy's hips and thighs clenched tightly.
There were tears falling down the golden cheeks as he whimpered his mantra. "Oh, please... oh, please, please, please..."
The mouth touched at Zechs' cheeks, and when Treize spoke, his voice was sympathetic. "You want it that much, my love?"
Zechs leaned into the sweet touch of Treize's lips and a few more tears escaped the closed lids and the golden lashes. "Yes," he whispered, his voice broken. "Treize please..."
The pumping hand stopped, and drifted lazily along Zechs' thigh. "Tell me when you cannot stand it any longer..."
Zechs growled loudly, fine eyebrows drawn together in protest. "Why do you like this, Treize?" he panted up at the older man. "You *like* seeing me in agony?"
No answer came, but Treize assumed that Zechs had reached his breaking point. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss the boy. "You're beautiful in anger," he uttered against slightly swollen lips, nipping.Another growl, milder and tinged with frantic desire.
"I don't care what you say, I have to *move.*" Zechs' back arched, bringing his hips up against Treize. He cried out at the feeling, the sweet friction of contact. "Treize, I need it! Give it to me, god damn you!"
A sly smile slid over Treize's mouth, as he slid down, one hand grasping that erection. He laid there, head towards Zechs' feet, one hand pumping his lover's erection as he leaned in to lick the tip of it. Zechs gave a little cry of whimpered pleasure, his hips bucking reflexively towards the blissful feeling Treize's tongue brought. His whole body was trembling as he pulled Treize on top of him, pushing the man's legs apart and lifted his own hips up off the bed, silently begging for more.
The tip of his erection was taken into Treize's mouth, and the older man began to slowly suckle at the delicious tip; all the while, hoping that Zechs would do the same for him. The boy did not disappoint. The week with Treize had trained him well, and now he inhaled the fragrance of his lover and pressed his lips against the beautiful organ in front of him. "Mmmm... so long..." he murmured sucking at it as a child would a lollipop, "and thick... Mmmnnn... So beautiful my sweet master... more than I could ever say..." He took the shaft further into his mouth, letting it slide of its own accord and allowing his hands to explore the tight rounded cheeks above him.A pattern was soon found, of Treize shifting his hips downward as he took Zechs in deeper, tongue fluttering at the underside of Zechs' hardness. Zechs breath came faster, the squirming tongue making him whimper and buck so he sucked harder at Treize, hands gripping the man's smooth globes, pulling the Treize down further onto him. He knew he couldn't last much longer and some of his whimpers were in frustration that he wouldn't be able to make Treize come first.
Zechs was always, ALWAYS good with his mouth, Treize mused with a smile to himself. His hips kept hitching downwards, towards the invasive heat and engulfing... /Oh, yes.../ A tiny scrape of teeth against his erection, and Treize let a shudder race through him, trying to gain such an extreme situation again.
The feeling of that shaft, so far down inside again, was the ruin of him. With every small press from Treize he could read the man's desire and to know that he could make the elegant officer feel that way was an aphrodisiac in and of itself. His mind went back to the floor, of knowing he was being used and used well for Treize's enjoyment and he began to whimper, unable to do more with that long, thick shaft down his throat. And this time, release was so gradual and creeping that all he could do was let his arms fall to the bed, his head back all the way, throat completely open for his lover's thrusts as he groaned out a dizzying release that seem to last forever.
The skilful man above him swallowed easily, tasting his lover even as he released into Zechs' mouth. Heat, damp, so tight around him... Nearly utterly inside Zechs, and that was what he wanted. It was hard to stay above Zechs like he was, hard to not let his knees give way until the very last, and then he released Zechs' member and rolled off. A turn, and he was pressed against Zechs' side again, expression blissful.
The blond boy was, at first, too weak to respond, and could only lie next to his lover, body trembling from effort and fulfilled desire. He did manage to turn his head and pressed his forehead to Treize's. "Treize... thank you... oh, I *am* going to miss this..."
"We'll still be able to do this," Treize breathed tiredly, feeling the wash of Zechs' breath against his own face. "I promise. We will." He felt drained, but it was a calm feeling, before they had to go on duty at midnight.
The whine of the jet's engines were abruptly muffled as a stern-looking sergeant closed the door of the plane. He walked back and saluted Treize and Zechs, turning to Treize as the senior officer. "It'll be a quiet flight, sir. We should be in Luxembourg within 90 minutes. Is there anything I can get you or the Lieutenant to make your flight more comfortable?"
"Just a bottle of cognac, Sergeant. To make the best of the end of our leave," Treize uttered decisively.Another salute.
"Sir!"
Then the sergeant was gone and Zechs could let out the half-laugh he'd been keeping in. He turned to Treize with wide eyes. "Are they all that... that *earnest*?"
"Yes," Treize purred, turning to Zechs once the cabin door had been closed behind the man. "Which can be a wonderful thing. They're in awe when I speak to them, mostly. Gods know, they'd just die if they knew that their superior officer enjoyed giving oral sex to his second."
Zechs' cheeks flushed. "Damn," he said, feeling the heat on his face, "And entire week of practice and I *still* haven't got that under control..." Then he looked over a Treize and batted his lashes. "No, I suppose enjoying something like that isn't very god-like is it?" He paused, and then added, "Except for the god *I* worship."
Treize smirked at his second in command. "Just think of that when you're sitting in a meeting."
Zechs wagged his head back and forth, chuckling evilly. "Heh heh, no - you forget. *I'm* a soldier. Mobile suits. Sorties. Battlefields and military strategy. Meetings? That's *your* department."
The cabin door opened and the sergeant came in with cognac and two glasses on a tray. Setting it down in front of Treize, and eyeing Zechs a little curiously, he gave a bow. "Enjoy, sir. And please let us know if there is anything else we can do for you." He smiled again at Treize and then seemed to remember the other officer. "For you *both*, that is." With reddened cheeks, he made his escape and they were alone once more.
"I think," Zechs said in a philosophical tone, "that I will have to get used to being invisible when I'm around you."
"Ah, not invisable," Treize mused, opening the bottle to pour a glass for Zechs, and one for himself. "But you're *new* to them."
"Yes, and I bet there are advantages and disadvantages to that," Zechs mused, accepting the glass and clicking it softly against Treize's. "Here's to the most amazing week of my life."
"And to a most beautiful and loving companion," Treize smiled, clinking his against Zechs' once more. "To perfect days and perfect nights."
"They were, weren't they?" Zechs said softly. "Even the... challenging parts."
"It only proved that we can withstand the challenges, Zechs -- after that, a battle will be nothing," Treize assured, hand alighting on Zechs' shoulder. He really shouldn't, no then and there, but... The young officer took a sip of his cognac, before leaning forward to press his mouth against Zechs'.
"Mmmm..." A soft sound of contentment came from the boy, who let one finger slide up to trace Treize's cheek. "Living dangerously, I see," he whispered against the older man's lips.
"Yes -- for you, anything," Treize smiled, before pulling that finger-tip into his mouth and suckling on it for a few moments. "I love you, Milliard."
Lost in sapphire eyes again, Zechs could only murmur, "Treize... I love you, too.The older man rose silently from his chair, walking towards the door, and he could feel Zechs' rising panic; but it was only to lock the cabin door, then he walked back to his seat, and pushed up the arm that separated their two seats.
"Sleep in my arms, tonight, my love -- I know not when the next chance will come."
Arms sliding around the younger officer, his lover, his long-time friend and confidant, Treize smiled to himself, as the boy nestled against him. "Sleep well, my lover -- for neither of us knows what this war will bring for us tommorow."
And as those sapphire eyes slid closed, a flickering shock of visions passed through his mind's eye. Treize Khushrenada knew then that he and Zechs were fated to be partnered in a dance that would change history.
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