19 Jun 2000
DISCLAIMER: All Gundam Wing characters are property of Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Sotsu Agency, and Asahi TV. This work is not written for profit, but for entertainment purposes only.
WARNINGS: serious yaoi (five pages of lemon); angst; some sap (my fault, not Tzi's)
Pairing: 6x5/5x6 (Implied 13x6, 13x5)
Zechs got out of the car, arranging his jeans so that he didn't frighten any neighbors, and met Wufei coming out of the passenger door. Without a word he scooped the boy up and over his shoulder, holding onto him by cupping large hands around the little rounded buttocks that were right next to his face. He began squeezing them and rubbing his fingers down between Wufei's legs as he header for the front door.
The boy over his shoulder couldn't help but groan and rock himself slowly against that hand, pressing to the broad shoulder he found himself bent over. "Unh!" Each touch, each caress, left him shuddering for more, wanton for just another taste. "Zechs!" his reedy voice pleaded.
"Hmm?" The blond seemed calm and composed, walking nonchalantly to his front door. "Did you say something, Wufei?"
A low whine came from the body slung across his shoulder. "Please..."
Zechs smiled slyly to himself. "What an absolutely *wonderful* sound," he purred as the front door swung open and he stepped inside.
The steady squirm verged on the desperate as Wufei pressed his engorged length to Zechs's shoulder, his groan loud. "Oh, God, please!"
A self satisfied chuckle was all he got in return as he tossed his keys on sofa and let Wufei slide to his feet. Reaching out a long arm, he caught Wufei's hand in his. He sat down in the armchair, pulling the boy down so that he sat, straddling Zechs's lap, which put them on an almost equal level in terms of height. Reaching out his other hand, he brushed his fingers lightly down the creamy skin of Wufei's cheek and jaw, letting them slide downwards to caress the boy's neck. The firsthand let go of Wufei's fingers and Zechs reached up to cradle the back of Wufei's head, long fingers twining themselves in the glossy black silk of his hair.
"Are you sure you want this, Wufei?" Zechs breathed.
Raven orbs watched him from beneath ebony lashes, lips carmine from the steady nibble of Wufei's own teeth parted as Zechs's breath washed over his face. "....yes," he whispered, so close, as he closed his eyes. "Oh, yes..."
/So lovely... so very, very lovely... a boy to be savored.../ Zechs let a thumb trail over Wufei's heated lips and replaced it with his mouth. He pressed lightly at first, mostly nuzzling, his thumbs following the line of the boy's eyebrows and cheekbones. He ran his tongue softly along Wufei's bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth and sucking it gently. Now he had access to the boy's teeth and he brushed lightly along them as well, begging softly to be let in.
With a tremulous moan of flooding pleasure, Wufei closed his eyes and parted his lips. He hadn't been kissed, truly properly kissed, in so long, and never with such tender teasing motions as this!
A hand rose to tentatively stroke soft blond locks as he settled himself firmly on Zechs's thighs, heart beating frantically with newness, anxious tension, a certain erotic pulse that came only half-remembered, if that. "Oh..."
The sound of the boy's moan, the obvious pleasure he took in Zechs's kiss, sent shivers through the tall blond. He pressed softly into the warm cavern of Wufei's mouth, probing and caressing all the tender places with a slow and easy tongue that sparred softly with his companion's. Then, very gently, he pulled back and regarded Wufei, blue eyes glowing intensely. "Is that enough?" he whispered.
"I think you could kiss me until tomorrow morning and it wouldn't be enough," Wufei murmured huskily before taking Zechs's mouth with his own. This kiss was slightly more demanding, more wanton, though by no means less tender. Slim fingers worked deeply into the blond hair, tugging Zechs's head back slightly to give Wufei better access as he sighed against those lips.
/Oh, lovelier, still! To feel some strength behind that reluctant soul.../Zechs moaned softly, relaxing back into the chair and letting the boy above him take control for a moment. "Ahhh... yes," he breathed against the demanding mouth, "you've got fire in your blood, beautiful boy. So burn me up... until there's nothing left..."
There was something about that extravagant turn of phrase that left Wufei flushed and trembling as his hungry kisses slowed to something sweet again, tender and slow as his fingers let loose their tight clench to rub down Zechs's neck with intricate kneading passes. His breath was quick and it gusted in warm shimmering wafts over the prince's face as he pulled back slightly and opened his eyes, looking across and up slightly into welling blue pure and clear as ice, so different from the sharp clear cornflower-sparked sapphire of Treize's that it almost ached.
Zechs kissed the boy, a long, soft kiss and then whispered, "Wufei - one thing... I don't want to be a replacement for you. I don't want to be your consolation prize. If we're together then I want you to be *here*, heart and soul, on fire for me as much as I'm am for you. On fire for *Zechs*... not for someone else I might remind you of." He stopped speaking and let his hands slide down Wufei's sides to rest around his hips.
Arms remained wrapped loosely around Zechs's neck as Wufei pressed his face to the other man's, the damp trickle of a tear sliding down his cheek caressing its way over Zechs's and down to tickle at his jaw. "There's no such thing as a consolation prize," Wufei replied hoarsely, grasp tightening slowly. "There's no one on earth or in space that can be what *she* was... what *HE* was... you can only be you, Zechs, what I want now, and I can only be me. And I can hope that you're able to bear with me, hope you're able to withstand this curse that I am to everyone I love, to everything I've known, I can hope so hard.... and be so scared that not even you, who've survived the destruction of Sank Kingdom, the destruction of the Libra, can survive *me*."
Zechs pulled Wufei down so that he was cradled in the blond's arms, sitting sideways on his lap with his feet over the arm of the chair. A golden hand with long, powerful fingers stroked the dark-eyed boy's face, wiping away tears with warm caresses. "You're not a curse Wufei. You've had terrible things happen to you, and to people you love, but that means nothing in terms of your worth as a person. It's taken me twenty years to learn that lesson and if I could give you that learning now I would because it's allowed me to continue living, even when I felt the worst. We have to come to terms with what happened in the past. But then we have to take those memories and we have to use them to make the present better. I know that for me, the only way I have to atone now, to my soldiers, to Treize, to my... my father... is to stop living in the past and to start looking at today." His eyes were ice-blue lasers on Wufei, searching the Chinese boy's face for something. Then he seemed to find it, and he smiled softly. "Tell me what you want to do, Wufei. I don't want to rush you."
The sigh that came from Wufei seemed tinged with lingering sorrow, a sorrow that was slowly being let go. "I want... to be happy," he said finally, reaching up and touching Zechs's face, his expression solemn. "That's all. And I think... I think you would be very good at making me happy. Even when I don't want to be," he confessed, mouth tilting in a self-mocking little smile. "Even when I linger on the bad things..."
"I would like to make you happy," the blond mused. "I get the feeling that it's a very rare feeling with you, and I've never been one to walk away from a challenge..." Strong fingers ran through strands of ebony hair. "How can we make you forget about the bad things - if only for the evening."
The smile that had been so self-mocking before lilted with something resembling seduction. "Kiss me again," Wufei ordered, eyes lighting up once more.
"Yes *sir*," Zechs murmured, pulling Wufei close and giving him a long, fiery kiss. He let one hand trail down to the bottom of Wufei's shirt, sliding it under so that heated fingertips caressed the boy's finely muscled belly and chest. Eating slowly at the warm, soft lips, he brushed a delicate nipple, as light as a whispered breath, feeling a race of desire go through him as it stiffened under his touch.
A gasp filled his mouth in response as the slim Chinese pilot moved to nibble at the corner of Zechs's jaw, nose lightly brushing against an earlobe. A sound that almost seemed to be a purr broke from Wufei as his dark eyes closed slowly, a shiver working its way down his spine. Each successive caress of those fingers left him shuddering with the pleasure of it and his sighs were noises he only half-remembered, half-though he'd given before. "Zechs..."
Zechs growled softly. Another swift, graceful movement and Zechs held Wufei up, just above the armrests of the chair, level with the blond's chest. The boy's head rested at the very top of the chair back, feet over the other side and now Zechs was in the perfect position to nuzzle the soft shirt upwards and lick delicately at the very tip of one of those taut nubs.
"Oh, GOD!" One hand moved quickly to support himself by pressing to the back of the chair as Wufei gasped, knees seeking and finding purchase as he groaned and dropped his head back. Zechs was certainly not one to take anything by half-measures!!
Whimpers of pleasure flooded loose with half-remembered words and phrases to say how good it felt, his eyes closed tightly. "Ah, Zechs!"
Soft growls still coming from deep in his throat, Zechs moved slowly to the other nipple, letting his hand trail down to stroke the inside of Wufei's thighs, moving very slightly upwards with each caress on the baby-soft skin. "God I want you," Zechs moaned softly and murmured between little nips, "And what would you do... down on the floor... with my hands pinning your wrists above your head... pushing your legs apart..." He clamped down on a nipple and began sucking in earnest, leaving the rest of the scenario to Wufei's imagination.
And fill it in, Wufei's imagination did indeed, to utter and precise completion of detail. Each rocking thrust of his hips brought him closer to the touch of those hands and he moaned volubly, the mental image of himself held down beneath the other man as Zechs filled him and left him pleading for more sending chills rocking through him. "Yes!" he moaned. "Ah, God, YES!"
Slowly, still feasting on the boy's taut nipples, Zechs stood and carried Wufei to the center of the room. He knelt and placed his burden gently down on the thick, soft carpet, nuzzling up his shoulders and neck to claim his mouth fiercely. "Tonight," he growled softly, "you belong to *me* and no one else..."
The kiss Wufei gave him in return was filled with heat and fire and a rapidly rising wantonness as he pulled at Zechs's shirt, tugging it loose from the band of his jeans to get his hands on the warm skin there, exploring long hard muscles, heated skin. "Yours," he agreed with a low gasp. "No one else's...!"
Zechs moaned and bit down lightly but possessively on Wufei's shoulder. Warm hands slid the boy's shirt up under his arms and the blond proceeded to cover the smooth chest that was revealed with passionate, open-mouthed kisses, as if the boy were a banquet and he a starving man. "So beautiful," he sighed softly, sucking softly at the rose dark nipples again, and let his hands wander further down to knead softly at Wufei's thighs.
Low moans of pleasure greeted that tugging suckle, Wufei's hands rising to clutch possessively at long strands of moon-pale hair. Shuddering breaths rocked through him as he arched up to mouth and hand, one of his own hands roaming to rub between Zechs's shoulder blades as he groaned with growing bliss, throat parched with tense passion.
Now Zechs's hungry mouth nuzzled down over the Chinese boy's lean, flat belly. He found the navel and rubbed the tip of his tongue slowly in and out of the tiny depression before nuzzling further down the waistband of Wufei's shorts. The fragrance of the boy's crotch was maddening and the blond man moaned as he lightly buried his face against the fabric, rubbing and nuzzling a stiffened shaft and heavy balls until he thought he might come right there from the heady pleasure of it.
Wufei was practically comatose with pure burning ecstasy as he shifted beneath Zechs, legs sprawling out on either side of the blond man as his back arched, the lamplight spilling over him. "Uhn, God, Zechs!" The sound of it rasped from his throat, dry and husky. "Please! Oh, God, please, mmmmm!" He'd *never* been teased like that! Never, and it was driving him wild, the nuzzling feel of those lips against him through the soft flannel of boxers that had so recently belonged to the man teasing him. "Please!"
Zechs moved away from his treat for a moment and bit down lightly on Wufei's inner thigh. "Patience, boy," he growled softly, then nuzzled into the space between the leg of the boxers and Wufei's thigh, breathing in the pure scent of boy and closing his eyes in bliss as his nose and lips touched the silky skin of Wufei's scrotum. He pushed the boy's legs further apart and bathed the heavy sac with his tongue, every once in a while darting his tongue almost, but not quite, to the small puckered entrance further down. "Mmmmm.... *mine*...."
Each quick exploration of that tongue left him gasping for more, legs parted, arms out-flung as he whimpered and held his breath with each tender rasp. "Oh..." That sound was tremulous, a barely-there exhalation as he dropped his head back and gave birth to a moan that came from somewhere deep inside of him, trembling and enthralled by every light touch, every slightest sound, that came from the other man. "Please... oh, *ZECHS*..."
A swift flicker of movement and the boxers were off. Zechs rose to his knees, grasping Wufei's legs and holding them apart as he ground his hips against the the boy's crotch, the fabric of his jeans rubbing coarsely against the tender skin. As he did, he raised his head. Long, pale-gold hair spilled down down his back and shoulders, several loose strands caressing his cheeks, and blue eyes half-lidded with desire. The light from the lamp behind him put a soft halo of gold around his hair and he gazed in possessive pleasure at the boy spread out and vulnerable before him. "I could do anything to you right now..." he whispered, "And oh, Wufei... What I'm going to do to you..."
Black-fringed eyes turned into molten rivers of purest ebony submission to the golden god above him, lips parting in a breath, a pleading for blessings, almost, as a long shudder rippled through Wufei. Both of his hands were placed firmly on the carpet beside him now as he looked up longingly into azure eyes, mouth trembling as he waited in silent acquiescence, yearning, craving, a creature made up totally and completely of desire and aching. "What..." The word broke with the force of emotion before those dark lashes came down to half-cover the intense gaze that had locked onto the older man. "...are you going to do to me?" It seemed almost a challenge, a dare; an invitation to an infinitely private and enjoyable duel.
Zechs nearly smirked as he sat back on his heels and tugged Wufei towards him as if he were a doll, which had the effect of lifting the boy's back up off the floor. Only Wufei's shoulders remained on the carpet as Zechs curled him over so that the soft, rounded buttocks were directly under his face. He stared seductively into eyes dark as midnight and cupped the tight globes in his hands. Then the blond closed his eyes and kissed each buttock slowly and with reverence before spreading them apart to see the tiny rosebud entrance they hid. Looking down with half-lidded eyes at the boy he held captive, Zechs blew warm breath directly at the pucker, teasing, never quite putting his lips on it, but close. So very, very close...
A raucous cry broke from parted lips, Wufei's flesh quivering beneath that stream of air, his entire body trembling. Back stiffened, he tightened the pressure of his legs, hooked over Zechs's shoulders, pulling as if that would make the man move closer. "Please," came the almost incoherent whimper. "Ah, God, PLEASE....."
Zechs laughed softly and lowered his head to the feast before him. He spread Wufei open once more and placed the very tip of his tongue on that tight hole. He began by rubbing, so lightly it would barely be felt - just enough to let the boy know what was being done to him. Back and forth, his tongue teasing mercilessly at Wufei's entrance, until at last he put the slightest pressure on it and the tip squirmed in the tiniest bit.
With a low moan, Wufei tensed, head flinging back and forth amongst black silken strands that clung to damp cheeks. His hands clenched into fists as he whimpered, the touch of that tongue teasing, tantalizing, driving him utterly mad. "Zechs..." It was barely more than a whimper, his eyes clenched tightly shut. "Ahnnnnnnnn.....!!"
When the boy's moan was at it's peak, Zechs relented. Tensing his tongue, he drove it in hard and let it squirm against the sensitive skin just inside the entrance before plunging as deep as he could. Hungry growls came from him as he feasted, strong hands kneading Wufei's buttocks and keeping them apart. His own shaft was dripping, aching terribly, wanting nothing more than to invade the squirming boy utterly and completely. First, though, Wufei had to be wetter and there was one way that could be taken care of very quickly...
He began moving his tongue in thrusting motions, mouth doing what a straining erection longed to. At the same time, heated fingertips began rubbing the heavy sac of the boy's balls, sliding up now and then to deliver a long stroke to the turgid member between upraised legs. /Come for me, sweet boy... I want to hear you scream.../
And scream he did, head flung back, legs tightening desperately around Zechs's shoulders as that tongue plundered him, filling him with wanton desire that etched every nerve with a fine delirium and left him gasping for breath. Each pant seared his lungs as he dragged in breath reluctantly, concentrating desperately on the touch between his legs, against the puckered flesh that he hoped, prayed, KNEW Zechs would open further if he could just wait that long. The fingers plying the swollen pulsing length at the juncture of his thighs were too much, too magnificent, and he cried out again, long and loud, as he spilled into the air and on his belly, stiffening frantically with the sharp arcing of electric pleasure that overtook him for a time that seemed to last an eternity. "ZECHS!!!!"
It took every ounce of control that Zechs had in him to hold back, to not impale the boy then and there. But he did resist, and reached up to Wufei's flat belly, running a finger through the creamy fluid. He began to move it towards that tight entrance and then caught Wufei's eyes and, smiling somewhat devilishly, put the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. A second fingerful was pressed against the tiny pucker, Zechs's fingertip rubbing gently before pressing harder allowing the entire length of his finger to slide into the boy's tight heat. The blond man watched with rapt attention as his own finger explored Wufei's body, pressing against the soft walls, then sliding back until it was almost out, rubbing softly at the entrance before plunging in again. The sight of it was so obscene, so terribly erotic that Zechs moaned involuntarily, never taking his eyes of the questing digit.
Black gaze, pleasure-dazed, watched each motion; the caress of finger by mouth, the hand that slipped between his cheeks. Wufei's eyes clenched tightly shut as he cried out with that entrance, a sound of pure euphoria, limbs trembling with each slow motion. "Nnnnn...."
Whatever hardness had been lost was regained almost instantly as he sighed, squirmed, writhed beneath that touch, face tilted back, arms supporting his arched back.
After a time Zechs found that little swelling on the wall of the heated passage and let his finger rest against it, rubbing it firmly before beginning a soft, rhythmic press in and out, in and out, milking the sensitive gland, pushing more fluid out of Wufei's shaft. Scooping up a large amount, he spread it over the boy's entrance and pushed two fingers up inside.
Each touch inside of him brought a vibrant moan, pleasure intensifying, rising even higher than it had at first, and he whined low in his throat. With the addition of that second finger he almost came again, breath catching in his throat for a long moment before he managed to capture it again, gasping at the severity of the passion wrapping around him, tugging at his core. "Zechs..." His voice thrummed pleadingly as he looked up at the other man. "Zechs!"
"Wufei... my beautiful boy." The blond man's voice was a low, throbbing whisper as the fingers were withdraw with agonizing slowness and Zechs lowered Wufei's hips to the floor. Never taking his eyes off the boy's face, Zechs ran his palms up the back of Wufei's legs, pressing them up and further up and then hooking them over broad shoulders as he rubbed his own rock-hard shaft against the boy's rounded bottom.
"Remember this moment, Wufei," Zechs breathed. "The moment I claimed you as mine..." The he leaned forward, pushing the Chinese boy's legs up even further and nudged the glistening entrance with the blunt head of his shaft. He pushed in - barely - and rocked back and forth invading the boy an inch at a time, with exquisite slowness.
It had been so long, months; even then, it had only been a bare handful of times, quick hours snatched in the dark, and nothing like this, this slow painful tease that left him trembling and tearful simultaneously with the feeling of being stretched and opened, of belonging to someone. That feeling, mingled with the force of Zechs's statement, left him shaking visibly. "Oo...oohh.... oh, oh, oh...!"
/And now at last... it's time./ Planting the palms of his hands on either side of Wufei's head, Zechs let out a low, possessive growl and thrust hard into the boy beneath him. The bliss of it, of being so deep after waiting so long made him throw his head back and howl. The sweet rhythm of instinct had taken him over and he knew only pleasure and possession and Wufei's beautiful body beneath him.
Wufei's cry washed from him, filled with wonder even as he shuddered and finally gasped for breath, arms coming up around Zechs's shoulders, resting atop his legs. He felt folded and incredibly exquisitely *FULL* far inside of him. "De...eeep," he moaned, shuddering. "You're so... ah, God, never... so deep..."
Zechs leaned down to catch Wufei's mouth, pale gold hair spilling around them as he did. As he kissed the boy, he rocked slightly, back and forth, not pulling out, but making Wufei feel a deep touch each time. "You are... so exquisite," Zechs breathed, panting softly into the dark-eyed boy's ear as he pressed. "Your body... feels like heaven... ahhhhh.... my love..."
Love....
That word hurt, a little, and Wufei sobbed, arms tightening around Zechs's neck as he returned those kisses, sweet and desperate and hungry. Love was a word only used in the darkest of nights, a word he hadn't trusted, a word he hadn't believed 'til it was too late... and now this beautiful man was saying it to him, *HIM*, even if Wufei didn't know if he could mean it, and it blew his mind, made him want to weep with hurt and wonder. "Zechs..." he whimpered. "Feels so good... so good, please, Zechs... ah..."
"Mmmm... let go, Wufei," Zechs whispered as he pressed his lips to the line of the boy's jaw. "Just for now, just for tonight, if that's the way it has to be." He pulled almost all the way out and then began slow, deep thrusts, pushing up inside until his balls rested against Wufei's body, filling the boy completely before pulling out and doing it again. Bringing himself up to rest on his forearms, he continued crooning softly to the crying boy, smoothing inky black silk away from his face. "Don't listen to those sad, noisy thoughts of yours..." he said softly. "Just listen to my voice, only my voice..." Still thrusting slowly, he covered Wufei's face and neck with hungry, open-mouthed kisses, soothing words coming in between. "Listen to me telling you how beautiful I think you are... How your body was made to be loved... ohhh, and kissed... ah yes... And touched..."
Perfection. It was absolute perfection and Wufei kissed him back with an almost corporeal rapaciousness, fingers wandering in trembling little treks across that face, an angel's face, surely, the face of a god in pale golden lamplight, a god worshiping *his* body, exquisite. "You're beautiful, Zechs," he whispered through tears that were more of longing, of want for Zechs, than of sadness. "So beautiful. You feel so good... ah, you feel so good inside of me," he moaned, writhing to each exquisite motion of the other man's hips, body shuddering with want. "Please... Zechs.... ah, heavens..."
"I've made you wait long enough," came the silky reply. As he nuzzled the boy's nose and lips, his thrusts began to come faster, harder. His breathing grew more ragged with each push, and the feel of Wufei's tight little body opening to him made him moan. "Ohhhh... Wufei... ah, so hot, so tight... I want you to come - sweet boy," he breathed into that delicate ear. "Show me how noisy you can be..."
There was no problem with that! Little cries and breathy moans were already spilling loose as Wufei opened, clenching around Zechs with each thrust, his entire body shaking with the force of them as he shuddered. Pleading words, soft shaking phrases, he was made up of these as the wave crafted by the other man ripped through him, the steady pounding finally leaving him wordless, breathless, only able to cry out his pleasure against Zechs's ear as he headed towards completion.
The tight spasms of the boy's body around him, and the whimpered cry with each one, sent an intense pleasure flooding through Zechs. His own body seemed to no longer need his conscious control, guided instead by some ancient instinct to thrust and thrust hard...
With a final breaking cry, the slim Chinaman trembled, grasping tightly to Zechs as he came, spilling hot liquid between them. The world seemed to come to a shuddering halt in that moment as he stiffened, eking out soft whimpers of rapture as he tilted his head back, eternity crashing down around him, fingers clamping down tightly on the other man's arms. "AAAHH!!!"
A sharp hiss escaped Zechs as Wufei's clenching body pulled him over the edge after the tumbling boy. Then the world faded out and it was he and his beautiful boy, joined as one in the most intimate way. And with every pulse of seed into Wufei's body, came a whispered word. "Mine... mine... mine..."
Long moments later, drifting in the sea of exhaustion and warmth that was himself and Zechs, Wufei raised a hand slowly and tangled it in blond hair, pulling until Zechs's face came up to him and he could press lips to lips, delving with sweet slow pressure, a gesture of infinite warmth and an affection Wufei had not known he felt for the other man before then, perhaps even before that very moment. "Thank you." The words slid loose, slurred slightly with his tiredness as he closed his eyes, lashes damp as he sighed. /Goodbye, Treize. Thank you..../
End of Part 13
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