12 June 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.
Pairing: 13x6/6x13
WARNING: YAOI - heavy shonen-ai; over-the-top sap; relatives
By the next morning the storm had cleared the air and summer seemed at it's finest. The gardens glowed with color and the breeze was soft and warm. The filtered light made it's way across the silky comforter on Treize's bed and landed on Zechs' hair, spread out across his pillow. The warmth made him smile in his sleep and he made a soft, contented sound as it lingered.
The warm body beside him shifted, and the arm that had, at some point in the night, been flung across Zechs' waist tightened. "Love..." A soft breath of air across the boy's cheek, no hard than the brush of a butterfly's wing
"Hmm...?" Opening eyes at this point was not an option, so Zechs just wriggled a bit and fitted himself more tightly against Treize. "Mmmm..."
The covers were warm, and Zechs and the sun were both warm... /He is my sun,/ the older man mused. "Good morning, love," Treize greeted softly.
The blond buried his face against Treize's chest, fighting the inevitable. Then slowly he raised his head and blinked sleepily at the man next to him. "Good morning... Treize." Then he tilted his head a little, ending up against the pillow and gazed up, into his lover's face. "You're so beautiful..." he whispered.
"And you match the sunlight," Treize purred, lifting a hand lazily to stroke Zechs' cheek.
"Mmm... I don't understand it, Treize," Zechs murmured, placing his palms on Treize's chest. "We've spent three days together now, and I still feel like I haven't had enough - couldn't possibly get enough - of being with you, and talking, and reading, and..." He felt his cheeks flush again. "And other things..."
/Someday you'll tire of me, but for now.../ "I could just laze away the days with you here, just laying here, Milliard," Treize mused, stroking his fingers over the back of one of those hands.
Zechs lay there, gazing into Treize's eyes for the longest time and then moved forward, just slightly, and pressed his lips against the older man's. /What would I have done, if not for you, sweet sir.../
Tender, sincere, with an innate knowledge of when to stop talking and when to act... everything Treize had ever wanted in a lover, he found in a boy that he'd longed for for years. And being mouth against mouth was the best way they could share souls just then...
The kiss was slow and deep. Zechs found his way to the deeper parts of Treize's mouth and let Treize do the same with him. Their tongues twined together, a gentle sparring where neither was the loser and both would win.
As it went on, the blond boy's hands slid up to caress broad shoulders, then tangled themselves in Treize's hair. "Oh, sweet master," Zechs whispered between kisses, "you have complete possession of me, and I've never been happier to be caged like this."
"I will never desire another, Milliard," Treize breathed, "whether I have you caged or not.
Zechs was beginning to feel dizzy. The world was moving around him, spinning just the smallest bit out of control and he could feel himself dragged down with it. "Every kiss is another bar," he whispered against Treize's mouth. "Every touch adds another lock to the door..."
"Then I want to bear that cage down with so many locks and bars that there's no chance of losing you," Treize murmured, pressing another kiss to his lover's mouth.
Zechs moaned softly as the kiss was broken, staring up at Treize with worshipful eyes. "It's not at all hard," he said softly, "to keep an animal who has grown to love its cage."
A tender gaze met the worshipful one. "My love. I had dreamed that someday we would be this way, but I never knew it truly would..."
They lay there for another few minutes, saying nothing, needing nothing but each other. At last though, Zechs got up and stretched, new, lean muscles rippling down his arms, legs and back. He picked up his brush that sat on a nearby table and began the process of taming his sleep-tousled hair. In only minutes it was as smooth as ever and neatly tucked behind his ears. Laying the brush aside, he turned to the closet. "Should I stay out of sight during this legal thing with your relatives? I only ask because I need to know what to wear."
"No, no, stay in sight -- I'll need you there to stay calm through it all, I'm sure," Treize drawled, sitting on the edge of the bed, blankets covering his lap and morning erection. "Wear what you wish to wear as long as it's not denim."
Zechs looked back at him and laughed. "I don't think I own any denim, so there's no fear of that." He searched the small section that was his clothing and finally chose a deep red polo shirt and slim-fitting trousers of very dark blue.
Rising to his feet to dress himself, Treize gave an appreciative sigh as he looked at the boy. "Red suits you very well."
~~~
Breakfast, in the morning room, was a peaceful affair, especially given that Une appeared to have eaten earlier and was now supervising the excavation of her car. Treize and Zechs ate slowly, played footsie under the small table, and spent an inordinate amount of time staring into each other's eyes. In between they talked of the strange dynamics between the officers at Luxembourg HQ.
They had just stepped outside, intent on heading out for a walk, when a car pulled into the circular gravel drive. There was a great flurry of activity within the murky depths of the vehicles interior and then a young woman emerged. She had a rather long, horsy face, reddish-brown hair pulled back away from it, and an overall timid demeanor. Zechs remembered being introduced to her at Christmas two years previous: Cousin Charlotte, Treize's first cousin on his father's side.
She spotted them quickly, waving a rather clumsy arm at them, then walked over, unsteady in high heels on the uneven gravel. "Treize! So good to see you, but on such a sad occasion. And you have your friend with you, don't you?" She giggled and batted long eye lashes at Zechs, who paled a bit but managed to bow and murmur, "A pleasure to see you again."
/Oh, yes... the reading./ Treize sighed inwardly, but his frustration didn't show outside of his own mind. "So good to see you again Charlotte," he managed to smile cordially, or at least tried to do so, as he put a hand on Zechs' shoulder. "Zechs, I believe you've met Charlotte before --Charlotte, it's obvious you still remember Zechs. He's been my companion this week, and it's a pity that our brief vacation time must be clouded over by this reading."
Charlotte kept her eyes on Zechs. "Oh, yes - poor, poor Treize. Although, at least you weren't fond of your father -" She broke off and looked briefly at her cousin, blushing as she did so. "Oh, I'm sorry Treize. That didn't come out at all well. What I meant was, you two, well - not like you and your mother. Oh! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned her, either! I just... Isn't it a perfectly lovely day?" Charlotte smiled, earnestly.
Treize sighed, shifting, subtly, closer to Zechs. "It was a perfectly lovely day, yes," he drawled.
"Yes, well," the young woman went on, oblivious to the subtle change in wording. "Are you two off for a walk? I know I arrived early, but I did hope to look around the house before the reading and see what I'm get-well, what you've done with the place since - well, you know what I mean!" Charlotte's face seemed now to be perpetually red as one faux pas after another came tumbling forth.
Zechs gave Treize's hand a discreet tug. "We *are* going for a walk, aren't we Treize?"
"Yes, we are," Treize mused, giving his companion's hand a slight squeeze. "Well, Charlotte, we'll be back shortly..."
"Oh! Don't mind little me!" (Zechs thought it an odd statement given that the woman had to be at least 5'10''.) "I'll just make myself comfortable, shall I? Enjoy yourselves now!" After a few more meek waves, Charlotte headed for the front steps at a sprint.
"I think someone's itching to get a hold of her inheritance." Zechs said, trying hard not to smile. He looked up at Treize. "Did that delightful conversation put you in a *very* bad mood?"
"Not so bad a mood that I don't want to go on a walk with you," Treize said with a flickering smile, then a sigh. "Let's find someplace secluded."
Now the smile had to come and Zechs laughed, looking off into the stand of trees to their left. "That sounds nice, given how... abbreviated this morning was." He gave Treize a sidelong glance. "Or were you just in a business-like mood when you woke up?"
"I was in a crabby mood this morning, because I knew that *they*," and he gestured toward Charlotte's car, "were coming. So, forgive me for that, and let us get ourselves lost for the time being."
Another smile from the blond and then a light came into his eyes. "Lost, eh? It's hard to get lost on your own property. Whereas, if you were chasing a stranger... who had no idea of where he was going..." With that Zechs took off at a run, pale gold hair flying behind him, and turned down the first path he saw, one going into the woods.
There was another car pulling up into the drive, and Treize was torn, for a moment, between greeting his relatives or giving Zechs hot pursuit.
It wasn't really a hard choice, and before an elderly great aunt got out of her car, he was gone, chasing after the lightning fast boy.
After nearly two years of forced marches, the feeling of running, just running, not caring about squad formations or enemy traps, was exhilarating. Zechs felt as though a heavy weight had been taken from him. He was light and strong and fairly flying through the pale green light of the woods, every so often jumping high to brush his fingers against the leaves of the trees. In a way, he never wanted to stop.
The path ahead of him was forking now, and instead of keeping on straight he turned to the right and could see, far up ahead of him through the trees, a small and sunny space where a pond lay.
With no knee-high boots to weight him down, or bulky tunic with it's assortment of useless odd and ends, Treize found he could run faster than he'd thought, and following the path soon had Zechs within sight again. Pale green light shining on the beautiful boy, the sunshine sparking his hair blazon gold...
And just at the outskirts of the space around the pond, Treize tackled him.
Zechs felt powerful arms around him, and then he was tumbling in soft grass, the warmth of the sun bringing out its green fragrance. He was laughing, harder and longer than it seemed he'd ever done before as they rolled down the slight incline of the meadow. When they stopped, he found himself underneath Treize, looking up at the older man, breath panting, eyes glowing intensely blue. His smile was angelic. "You win."
"I win," Treize purred through his own laughter, as he leaned down to catch Zechs' mouth. "Nice and secluded place you found here...."
"Mmmnnn... I hope no one finds us..." Zechs was eager for kisses and his hands felt hungry for the touch of Treize's skin and hair. /I'll never let you go from here. I'll keep us right here, right now, in this magic place forever. Don't let go of me Treize... don't let go./
Light, nipping kisses, and Treize seemed more than willing to stay just as he was, laughing quietly and kissing the blonde boy beneath him. "I don't care if anyone does find us... I love you and they can go to hell."
"Mmmm... you really shouldn't talk about your family that way, Treize." Zechs nuzzled his way to Treize's ear and tugged at the lobe gently with his teeth. "Although when it comes to your cousin Nikolai..." The rest of the thought fled the blond boy's mind as he circled the inside of the ear with his tongue then trailed its moist warmth up to the eyebrows he loved.
Treize shivered, eyes dropping closed at those touches, even as his hands drifted down to lift Zechs' hips up to his. "Ah, you know my weaknesses all too well..."
And then a little giggle sounded.
"Treize and Zechs, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
Zechs gave a little yelp of surprise, wanting to get up but unable to, being pinned under Treize. He turned his head but for the moment, couldn't locate the source of the sound.
Treize's head snapped up, but he kept Zechs' body blanketed, as he looked around. And caught sight of a girl standing in the entrance of the path.
Faded blue coverall shorts, a crisp white shirt... and hair as pale as Zechs'. Forked eyebrows to rival Treize's... "Hello Dorothy," he greeted his niece blandly.
End of Part 8
(:./kumiko/bblood15)
