4 Jun 2000
Hello, mina -
This is a fic that came out of a role play that Kat (Treize no miko) and I did. It's in my fic series called "Blue Bloods," which traces the relationship between Zechs and Treize from it's beginnings until after the war (yes, I can't let Treize really die - I adore him too much.)
This fic is the direct sequel to another fic Kat and I wrote, Aero Postale.
On with the warnings and such:
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 - lemon in excess; some sap (but it's adorable between these two!)
Author's Notes: This fic is set in late A.C. 189. After exchanging letters for six months (see Aero Postale) Treize manages to get both himself and Zechs week-long leaves. They spend the time at Treize's family estate which, in Blue Bloods, happens to be in Kiev. Treize is 18 years old, Zechs 13, and just out of the Academy.
Key for punctuation:
character dialogue - "..."
character thoughts - slashes
emphasis - *...*
"What is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days..."
- James Russell Lowell
Stepping off the plane at Kiev's airport, Zechs was unprepared for the humidity that accompanied the summer's warmth. After spending over a year in Central Africa, moist air was something the blond boy had given up for good, but he silently rejoiced in the feel of it against his skin. /Now if I can just get out of this uniform and these dark glasses, everything would be perfect... well, as long as *he's* with me. Where is he anyway?/ Zechs scanned the lobby of the international terminal, looking for a lean and tall form, and silky ginger hair.
"Boo," came a familiar chuckle, as a hand settled on the blonde's shoulder. Treize had been watching his friend from afar, still garbed in his 'gear' -- that uniform that fit him so perfectly, and the glasses he hid beautiful blue eyes behind. He was still smaller, but didn't at all look like he was only... As the younger boy turned, Treize let a smile play over his lips for a moment, before pulling Zechs into a fierce hug that, to any observers, could be taken as comradely. "Oh, god, I've missed you!"
"Treize!" The beloved name was whispered intently, almost unbelievingly as Zechs' arms went around his friend automatically. Checking to see if it was Treize, to see that he was wholeÖ It really *was* him! He was there and warm and breathing into Zechs' ear and a shiver of desire went through him, leaving him weak.
Zechs took off his glasses and stared up at the handsome face. /Oh, he looks so perfect. I want to kiss him so badly.../ "Sorry," he whispered softly. "I can't seem to stop looking at you..."
Treize's own eyes were locked on Zechs' face, equally enraptured. "And I, too, the same, it seems my dear friend..." Softly breathed words, conveying a deep sense of enrapture. One hand, aristocratic, long-fingered, and slender, rose to touch Zechs' cheek. "Sweet Mirialdo... Let us hurry to my estate."
It was so impossibly hard to not kiss him there, to not claim those perfect lips in his own, to not press himself closer against the boy, intentions obvious to the world. But it was a 'crime', wasn't it? The only crime he saw was denying themselves the obvious pleasure they took in each other, the boy loving him as fervently as he loved the boy; a tender, eager companion.
/Think of something to talk about, idiot, or you may do something indiscreet.../ They were walking down the long terminal towards the doors and Zechs felt himself blushing fiercely, mind wandering to what they would do when they were behind closed doors.
"God, it's so good to be away from Africa!" he said, adjusting his regulation duffle over his shoulder. "Noin is staying, she got the job at the Academy. I think she's insane. How are we getting there?"
"Jeep -- the roads are in poor state after so much snow and crews don't start to repair until July," Treize replied, walking at a steady pace with the long-legged boy. "I'm sure Noin will make a fine instructor, Milliard -- she certainly has the patience for it, and I believe climate matters very little to her."
Yes, yes, keep conversation... neutral. Safe. Talk of nothing that might make him want to... /I waited for him -- I can wait longer, until we are alone,/ he assured himself sternly within the confines of Treize's mind. But the boy beside him was so graceful, slender, strong, beautiful and perfect... "Have you guessed, yet, at what your next assignment is?"
Zechs cast a frown of mock irritation at his friend as they stepped out into the sunlight of a Ukrainian summer. "No, I have not and *you* have been absolutely maddening about the whole thing!" Ice-blue eyes narrowed as his stare intensified. "What's more," he said in mild outrage, "I do believe you are enjoying every minute of this - seeing me suffer..."
"Mmm, yes, I am," Treize said, with an air of complete and mock arrogance. "I'll tell you when our time here is up, but you'll be very pleased.... and perhaps you'll think of it before then." Softly teasing, as he picked his way through the parking lot, to reach the Jeep.
"I've always wondered why, at age thirteen, you can fly a mech, but not legally drive a car," Treize mused aloud.
"Well they don't feel that way at the Academy. One of the first things they taught us was how to drive - that way the instructor's have a driving pool for whenever they need to go somewhere." Zechs was having trouble keeping his thoughts coherent. He was in the enviable position of following Treize who, in his casual trousers, looked just as good from behind as he did from the front. The blond boy swallowed thickly and concentrated hard. "Noin and I came to the conclusion that the military is just one very large excuse for slave labor."
Seemingly unnoticing of Zechs' gaze -- but rather sure of *where* it was -- the older of the two bent a little, seeming to have trouble getting the key into the lock. A short struggle, and he righted himself, opening the door. "Well, it's slave labor that pays, at least. Get it, my friend," he invited, as the car was unlocked at last, and he climbed into the driver's seat. "Actually, being part of the driving pool isn't so bad, if memory serves. Interesting gossip to listen to, in the very least."
Cheeks prettily flushed, Zechs stared out of the window, trying to get his heart to stop pounding, as they headed out away from the airport. /Honestly, what is *wrong* with me? Surely it wasn't this bad when I saw him in January.../
"I did hear one strange rumor when I had General Huite and Commandant Gilchrist in a jeep. They were both drunk, I expect, or they wouldn't have been talking with a cadet in the car. Anyway, they said something about Cyenth - that man you said wanted to... well, the one who made advances toward you. Something about being considered for a court martial because of a junior sergeant in Luxembourg. But that was all I heard that was coherent." Zechs closed his eyes for a moment, willing the ache between his legs to go away. /I wonder if Treize has ever considered the possibility of getting into trouble with a freshly minted second lieutenant.../
A pleased laugh rose from Treize's chest, and it grew, steadily, until he managed to pull himself back to simple chuckling.
"Wonderful news to hear, Milliard," he smiled, looking over to Zechs for a moment. "Someone like that can only hit on so many people until he ends up going too far."
A companionable silence took over the car, and Treize soaked it in, the feeling of Zechs sitting beside him, the low thrum of his blood, the ache in his groin that pounded in time with his pulse. Another glance over, as they wound down a slightly ragged road. "Milliard, open your eyes -- I've missed seeing your rich blue eyes."
Zechs hazarded a glance at his driver and looked a bit sheepish. "Sorry," he said softly and looked around for something to keep this conversation going. Silence was deadly -- it led to dangerous fantasies. "It looks so different in the summertime. I've only seen your estate in the snow." His voice held genuine wonder at the lovely look of deciduous trees in the first, rich flush of summer - trees so tall and thick they formed a soft, green canopy over the road they were driving. /So different from Africa.../
"It's wondrous indeed in the summer-time," Treize murmured, letting his gaze drift slightly -- the scenery and his companion, both equal in the praise deserved from looks alone; but Zechs held a spark of life, of... "There's a garden, and from it, the sunset if a beautiful sight to behold." He spoke at length, so by the time he'd finished, they had arrived. The car was parked, and Treize had every intent of getting out of the car, only...
He made the mistake of leaning over to say something more to Zechs, and instead caught a needy look in the blonde's eyes, one that he was sure was in his own. So the lean only continued, until he'd grasped Zechs' chin lightly in his hand, their lips pressed in a delightfully slow caress.
Zechs felt the world drop out from under him at that touch. Instant vertigo assailed him and he let out a long, soft whimper of sheer desire as his lips parted and Treize's tongue slid past them. Surely his heart would stop from the amount of adrenaline he felt running through him as he turned to reach a hand up and caress his friend's cheek. And all the time soft, hungry sounds were coming from somewhere deep inside of him, begging Treize to continue.
The golden-brown-haired officer felt like an animal unchained, low, soft growling noises rumbling in his chest as the need took over, one hand running through Zechs' hair, weaving through the soft, long missed strands -- it just kept getting longer! And the heat that he found himself exploring was devastating, overwhelming his senses, making the pound of his pulse so much worse, louder in his ears until that was all he could hear, that and echoes of Zechs' own noises...
He at last pulled the frayed edges of his restraint together -- before he stripped Zechs nude and had him right there -- broke the kiss, pulling back a little as his breath slowed fractionally. "God, but I missed you."
It was too late for Zechs, handicapped by a 13-year-old's control, and as Treize pulled back and he heard that silky voice all the desire he'd been feeling came to a sharp peak. He pressed himself as best he could against Treize, arms tightening around the man's neck, and over his face, pale gold hair like a curtain hiding his sin. Wave after wave swept through him, soft, muffled cries echoing the rhythm until he was still and panting hard against the warmth of Treize's skin.
As he realised what had happened to Zechs, the throb between his own legs worsened. But he ignored it -- for the moment -- and tightened his arms around Zechs, holding the panting boy closer. It had taken so little to do that to Zechs, and to think... that he was the cause of it was a wonderful notion. "Sweet Milliard." More comforting words followed, as he held Zechs close, waiting for the boy's breathing against his neck to calm.
The blond boy slumped a bit against Treize's broad chest, not daring to open his eyes yet. "I'm so sorry, Treize. I didn't mean... that is, I tried not to - oh, damn!" Flooded with mortification, he hid his face against Treize's shoulder and just shook his head.
"No, no, It's all right," Treize spoke calmly, voice tender as he shifted closer, against all the discomfort of the seats. "Perfectly understandable, my young lover..."
/His voice is so kind, maybe he'll forgive me.../ Zechs sat up a bit and looked at Treize a little fearfully. "May I... may I go inside and change?"
Treize pressed another kiss to Zechs' mouth, this one short. "Of course -- no reason to walk about in uniform anyway," he assured, meeting those fearful eyes. "Milliard... do not worry about it all at. You did nothing wrong, my friend."
He found he couldn't look away from impossibly blue eyes, the color much more vibrant than his own. He wanted those lips again, wanted them so badly that he stared, knowing it was rude but unable to help himself. "Oh, Treize..." he breathed, "just thinking of you... just..." His hand had strayed to Treize's cheek and now one thumb brushed over the mouth he craved. /Too much... want him too much... God help me./ With a forwardness he would never have guessed he had in him, Zechs pulled his tall companion's head down for a long, fierce kiss.
Treize was both wholly surprised and pleased, as he took as much as he gave in the sharp kiss, hand finding one of Zechs to grasp it, putting the smaller hand in his lap, over his aching erection. As the kiss broke, slowly, he spoke, "You see? It's not just you, Milliard."
Dear God the feel of that shaft under the soft fabric - the stiffness, the soft, responsive throb when he stroked his fingers down it's length. How many nights had he dreamed of doing this and now... /Ah, why do we have to be in this car, with so many clothes on, when all I want to do is.../ "Please, Treize," he said looking up at his friend, his voice hoarse with desire, "where can we go?"
"My rooms," Treize spoke, a small shudder in his frame from that touch on him, even through all that cloth... distance had made his heart grow fonder indeed, and his body more wanting than before. Reluctantly, he pulled back. "Come, grab your bag, Milliard."
He followed Treize into the house and up the staircase, which somehow seemed to have twice as many steps as the last time he was here. Treize was about three steps ahead of him and all the time those tight, round buttocks were inches from his face, giving him ideas that he'd never had back at Victoria Base. /Thankfully/ he added to himself. /Oh, will this cursed staircase never end?/
Not *running* up the stairs was hard, but as it was Treize was walking faster than he normally would have, nearly taking the steps two at a time. "You can stay in whatever room you like, Milliard," he said as they reached the top at last, hoping that most the time they'd be in the same room....
He stood at the top of the stairs, not knowing which door to go through. /He's waiting... just tell him you want to - no, I can't. If he wanted that he would have asked. No doubt values his privacy, and that's something I would never begrudge him. So tell him you'll take the other one... ah, but the thought of waking up in his arms is... oh hell!/ All the time the inner dialogue was raging Zechs just stood, holding his bag tight against his chest, eyes fixed on the chair rails that ran around the elegantly papered walls. The only outward sign of all that activity was an occasional blink.
Treize watched all that with a concerned eye, and finally stepped forward, taking Zechs bag from him. "How about we put your things in a room, so the hired help around here won't go entirely uneasy, and..." He slid an arm around Zechs' shoulder, pausing a moment to push open the door of the room beside his, setting Zechs' bag just inside. "And there's an adjoining door between them, if need be..."
Zechs watched his bag disappear behind the door, realizing two things at the same time: 1) that any change of clothing was now behind the door that Treize had just closed and 2) that he genuinely couldn't care less. Still unsure about what this all meant in terms of sleeping arrangements, he blinked again, several times, and then asked, "A door to let me in or let me out?"
"To let you in," Treize said, hoping it would clarify it all. "To let you in to your room, if you need something from your bag..." His other arm slipped around the boy's shoulders. "If you don't mind sleeping with me."
The blonde's heart had fallen at the first words out of his companion's mouth. /He doesn't want me with him after all!/ And then came the clarification and he thought his legs might go out from under him, what with that amazing voice, the possessiveness of the arm around him and the thought of actually sleeping with this magnificent creature. He was suffering, and suffering badly, from equal amounts of lust and hero worship, a dangerous combination at the best of times and a fatal one when the object of worship is tall and beautiful and seductive.
Azure eyes stared up at Treize, unable to hide the desire behind a gaze gone intensely blue and cheeks that had flushed for yet another time that day. "No," he breathed, "I don't mind at all."
"Wonderful," Treize replied, turning his head to kiss Zechs' temple. He was already leading the boy to his own room. "I've imagined and dreamt of how perfect it would be to sleep beside you at night... You don't know how much you fascinate me, Milliard." Hero worship could barely compare to how it felt to watch a boy grow from a very young age, and find seven years later that your goal would at last be achieved, that the object of your desire was yours, and that getting that object was just as good as the conquest of it.
And those eyes... Treize could fall into them and die happily, forever held in those perfect, blue eyes... clear and expressive, and now all they expressed was a want for him. "Let us take care of that stain on your uniform..."
"Oh," Zechs murmured dragging his gaze away from his friend's face and looking at himself. "Yes, I..." His heart was pounding and his breath coming a bit too fast for comfort as he glanced around the room, not knowing what how to get the task accomplished. His eyes were caught by the bed, piled high with silky 300-thread count linens in snowy white, warmed by dappled sunlight that came through the open windows.
He looked back up at Treize, his lids dropping a bit from desire and, feeling helpless and not a little stupid, said, "Treize... I... I don't know what to do..."
"Shh," Treize uttered, coaxing his friend to back up, until the boy sat on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to do anything." He'd made sure as he came in that the door was closed behind him, so all was safe in that factor... closed and the latch had been flipped. "Just relax for me." After removing the calf-high boots, Treize once more took Zechs' mouth in his own, exploring fiercely, but carefully, as with his hands he began to unbutton the uniform jacket Zechs wore.
Soft, throaty whimpers returned at the press of those lips on his, and Zechs could feel a race of fire through his body as Treize's hands continued moving down the front of his jacket. It felt as though the man were slicing through every defense he had ever put up, exposing him more with each subtle pass of his fingers. Without even thinking he opened his mouth wider, letting Treize take every bit of him that could be given away while his hands lay helpless at his sides, too weak from need and desire to move.
Completely his -- Zechs had never been anyone else's, and would forever be his and his alone. Pulling back a little now that his beautiful friend's neck was exposed, he murmured in a throaty breath, "Tell me to stop if something bothers you."
Light kisses pressed against tender muscles, as he spread Zechs' shirt, and the jacket above it, open, feeling the smaller boy's breath against his hands as he at last touched warm, firm flesh.
Oh, the feeling of those hands - so strong and warm against him, touching, exploring, and coaxing the softest moans from him as they moved across his chest. "Oh sir," Zechs whispered, unaware that he was still using his military manners, "I've... dreamed of this... so many nights... about you..."
"Treize," the young man murmured softly. "Call me Treize, please, Milliard..." lightly callused fingers touched slowly across Zechs' chest, pushing the shirt and jacket off fully at last; his mouth still kissed and suckled lightly at the hollow of the blonde's neck, while one hand moved to rub over a small nipple. All his! Virgin and unmarked... the young officer was nearly giddy at the thought that Zechs was willing and so sweet, responsive and softly vocal. "God, I want you..." But something told him the boy wasn't ready for that.
Zechs closed his eyes against the wave of feeling that threatened to overwhelm him. /I know what he wants, and... I want so much to give it to him... but I'm so scared... but if I don't, will he still want me? I suppose I should, because I'm here, and letting him do this to me, and God, it feels like heaven! He'll be angry if we keep going and then I tell him I'm afraid of doing the very thing he wants so badly. I can't lose him -- I won't lose him!/
He moaned as the gentle suction of Treize's lips on his neck sent electricity sparking through him. "Treize... oh, Treize... I'm yours... I'll... do anything for you. I swear... anything..."
"My Milliard, my friend, lover..." he trailed off into affectionate name after affectionate name, all breathed between kisses, ever edging downward, until he closed his mouth over one beautifully blushed nipple.
It was so good, to be called *his*, to belong to him utterly and completely... Zechs was relaxing in the sheer pleasure of Treize's kisses when the gentle sucking began. His eyes went from closed to wide with the shock of it and his mouth dropped open a little. It was as if Treize had found the switch to a line of electrical current that ran from that tender nub straight to his groin. It was so powerful that he couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound, could barely breathe as he closed his eyes slowly and arched his back, pressing himself against his companion's mouth.
The slow reaction, that of a pleased cat, was deeply satisfying to Treize, and he suckled a bit harder, applying light pressure with his teeth every so often, as his hands slid down to unfasten Zechs' stained uniform pants.
Grazing teeth, a fine and fiery pressure that brought such a wonderful ache - Zechs wasn't in the world any longer. There was only Treize and his lovely mouth, his strong arms and gently probing fingers... /Oh, God... if he takes those off... oh, God.../
The buttons were undone, and now Treize pulled back from that sweet nub of flesh, to breath. "Lift you hips so I can take these off..."
Zechs' voice was weak but he managed to get out a simple, "Ah... all right..." It was happening so fast, his head was spinning and Treize close - so close, pushing him gently, pushing him onto his back. /I want to do this... for him, anything.../ He had indulged himself in so many fantasies during his time at the Academy, but nothing had prepared him for the sheer intensity of it all. The feeling of his hands, the silk of his hair, the lovely faint scent of spice and roses that Zechs could smell when Treize was kissing him. And then there was the heady taste of his mouth, the sound of him breathing hard and calling him those sweet names, and the feeling of falling the blond boy felt whenever the sapphire eyes locked on to his.
It was almost too much to bear, and as Treize's graceful fingers slipped the tight breeches off of his legs, Zechs could only moan softly and stare at the ceiling with half-lidded, unfocused eyes, a creature made only of need and desire.
"Shh, shh, sweet one," Treize breathed, fingers hooking into Zechs' underwear to slide them down, too. He'd been backing up a little by little, and now he was mostly kneeling on the floor, pressing sweet, soft kisses to his friend's flat belly, onto a lean hip. /So perfect, and utterly mine.../ "Shh...."
Now the young blonde was nude, laying on his bed with his legs over the edge, waiting for him.... it was so hard not to take him like that, but.... Zechs wasn't ready for it, and he knew that... as hard as it was, he knew it, so... The ginger-haired young officer knelt between his friend's long, beautifully formed legs, nuzzling the inside of one thigh. "Would you mind if I took care of your erection, Milliard?"
Zechs squeezed his eyes shut, small tears sliding out from under long, golden lashes. /He's not really saying that, is he? God, we've never done anything like this before and now... so much... so fast.../ But those lips, nuzzling in that tender and intimate place, made him gasp, For a reason he couldn't fathom, he spread his legs open and let his head fall back against the bed. He was unable to reply to Treize with words but his sighs and ragged breaths were eloquence itself.
An eloquence that the older man was memorizing, the sounds and breaths that were drawn by the younger man. He didn't mean to move so fast, but he needed... thought if he went so far as what he wanted to do now, it would relieve the frustration and keep him from breaking and accidentally hurting his dear friend. "Sweet, sweet Milliard," came the soft, heavy breaths as he shifted, nosing against Zechs' balls. Not full like his own, but so soft... He let his mind fall into the path of fantasies long unfulfilled as he kissed first one, then another, working his way up to the base of Zechs' long and throbbing erection.
The feel of that breath on him, the warmth, and then - a soft, keening cry came from Zechs at the touch of Treize's mouth. His back arched without him thinking about it and the pressure against him increased, a pressure that was both maddening and exquisite. Blue eyes tightly closed, the fingers of one hand strayed to his lips. He bit the back of his hand, trying to hold back something new and powerful that Treize seemed to be wakening in him. Its intensity grew and the other hand tangled itself in his long hair, clutching at it as his hips pushed upwards. /It can't... can't... nothing could possibly feel this good... nothing.../ He bit down hard again and tried once more to fight back the wave of pleasure.
"It is all right," Treize murmured, still pressing light kisses. "Just let yourself go, dear friend..."
He moved one hand to grasp Zechs' wrist, detangling the hand from beautiful locks of hair -- as he feared, for a flickering moment that Zechs might hurt himself doing that -- and clasped the smaller palm within his own. "Milliard, my Milliard," he breathed, moving to lick the underside of that length.
Zechs clung to Treize's hand, pulling on it as he tossed his head back and forth. "Ach... no, I... I can't Treize... feels... too good... ah, Treize!" He shouted out that beloved name and had to give in to it. His hips moved in a smooth rhythm, the small sounds from the back of his throat matching it, and he squeezed Treize's hand as hard as he could, too far gone to even worry if he was hurting his beloved friend.
Which he wasn't, even as Treize slid his lips over that thrusting member -- even as he relaxed his throat and let Zechs do as he pleased, working it with his tongue. It was an honour to be able to do that...
Sweet, sweet release -- a pleasure that seemed endless as that warm, wet tongue worked it's sorcery on him and took him further than he'd ever gone. His free hand was clenched around part of the comforter, tight as he could get it and he panted in short, ragged breaths. Treize's wicked mouth milked him until he almost felt pain and Zechs felt his entire body jerk before settling on the bed, tears coming fast. He tried to take in more air, but a soft little gulps was all he could manage. As his breathing slowed and he lay there trembling, he turned his face to the bedcovers and whispered, "Treize..."
The ginger haired man had drank down every sweet drop that touched his tongue, not spilling a bit, and not pulling back until the member was soft and limp again. Then, the breathy whisper of his name drew his attention back, and he slid up the bed to pull Zechs into his arms. "Milliard."
Something sweet and powerful drew Zechs to those strong arms and he held onto Treize like a man drowning at sea. The tears were slowing now that he could feel his new lover's warm skin next to his, and the delicious smell of him was comforting, although mingled now with his own scent. He didn't want Treize to see him crying - to know that he'd been that weak. So he just held on, savoring the feel of the beautiful man next to him.
But the tears were seen anyway, and bent his head to kiss at them, tracing the lines back to his eyes, and kissing over each eye, also. The boy he loved so much had at last let him do that... It was wonderful. "I've missed you, Milliard. My dear, beautiful friend..."
Zechs let his fingers stroke long lines down Treize's back. Looking up at the handsome face, he nuzzled against it, trailing little kisses along the strong jaw line before bringing his hand up to cup Treize's cheek. He broke off for a moment, just staring up into the sapphire pools he longed to drown in. "Treize," he whispered, "I love you so much... so very, very much..."
Treize wished, with half a mind, that he'd undressed also, but... later. It would be mutual later. That night, or the next. "You're my everything," the older of the two breathed. "I love you, Milliard." While Zechs looked into his eyes, he looked into the other's, seeing a life of pain and few joys. He wanted to sooth away all that pain...
The pull of Zechs' hand on the back of Treize's head brought him on top of the blond boy. Zechs pulled again and drew his superior officer into a long, deep kiss, teasing at his lover's tongue and coaxing it into his own mouth. Somehow, he had to get every ounce of passion that he felt for this tall and handsome man into that kiss. There could be no doubt on Treize's part that the boy in his bed was his and his alone.
Milliard had stopped believing in God when he was 6-years-old and an orphan. How could there be a God when his father had been killed in front of him, his homeland destroyed, and his sister taken away by a man who cared enough to rescue her, but not her brother. But all that had changed now. Treize was becoming a sort of religion to Zechs. Treize was beautiful and glorious, full of life and power and Zechs believed in him, heart and soul. He was a very new supplicant, but he worshipped his beloved with his eyes, and with his kisses, and prayed for Treize to find his offerings worthy.
The ginger-haired 'deity' preferred to worship humanity, rather than any single being... but he had places for those that were special. Pedestals in his mind for the outstanding. Zechs was outstanding in both deed and meaning, but he'd slipped into Treize's heart long ago, and had a shrine there, though he likely knew it not. All that passed through his mind as he slid off his shirt.
Passion overrode his senses as the kiss washed over him, the one who was five years younger than him taking control for a few moments to show in the best way he could, the purity of his emotion, the concentration of his feelings. Treize forged forward into that mouth, exploring at his leisure, and savoring the twine of tongue against tongue.
Zechs felt the kiss deepen, felt Treize's need behind it, and pressed up against the man, wrapping long legs around the lean hips and running slender fingers through ginger silk. Treize was a feast, and he a starving boy who couldn't get enough no matter how hard he tried. The feeling was so intense - his heart pounding wildly against the soft fabric of Treize's shirt, mouth hungry for the other's. "Hmmm... Treize," he murmured around long kisses, "I want to... to give you... anything I can. Anything you want, sweet friend, take it... Mmmm, take me... Use me up... ah, this is what I was made for..."
"All mine..." Treize drawled laconically against the other's mouth, rubbing his hips against Zechs'. "But not... Oh, sweet heavens, my love, so good..." The boys' searching hands he brushed over one of his sensitive points, sending a delicious shiver running through him, intensifying the pounding rush of his pulse, the throb of his own erection. "Not... I can't take your virginity yet..."
Zechs whimpered in frustration, wriggling beneath Treize, wanting to remove every barrier. Skin to skin wasn't even enough - he wanted more, something he didn't even understand but knew he wanted more than he'd ever wanted anything. And whatever it was, Treize had it. He was completely and utterly at the mercy of his beloved friend.
"Shh, shh," Treize uttered breathily, holding the boy closer and turning so that he was now on his back and more in control. "Not yet, Milliard. Not yet." Soft kisses were pressed to his mouth. "I do want to, desperately, my love... but we can only go so far. You're a fresh cadet who'll be under my command, and chronologically 13 years old, though I know your mind is past that. I'd be lynched if anyone found out. Not yet, my love -- another year or so, but not yet."
Zechs looked down at him, eyes and mouth hungry and a feeling of complete and utter frustration. /Surely if he really wanted me he'd do what he felt like doing.../ His brows drew together in a hurt frown. "If you're trying to be polite and tell me 'no' then please be honest about it. You don't have to pretend that it'll happen some other time. I understand. I'm not a baby."
Those words stung a little, that Zechs held either so little trust in him, or so much doubt in himself. "No, my love, I wouldn't lie to you like that... I do want you..." More kisses, trailed across the noble young face. "But I don't want anything bad to happen to you because of what we do together -- There are so many more things we can do to relieve this, dear one. I know that you're not a baby, but to the eyes of the world, you're still young. I'm a legal adult in the world's eyes, and you're not." And he continued to stroke Zechs' back, holding him close.
Zechs laid his head on Treize's chest, drinking in the sound of his heart beating so close. "I just want to make you happy, Treize," he murmured, kissing the warm skin. "I want to make you feel things as intensely as you made me feel them." He hesitated for a moment and then ran his hand down the sleek chest and flat belly. "I don't want to be the only one screaming with pleasure..."
"I can teach you, Milliard -- there's so much that I can teach you," he said, breathing faster than he had before at the touch of that exploring hand. He pulled back, just a little, enough to fully take off his shirt, setting it aside. How strange they must have looked -- Zechs, completely nude, he, just without a shirt. But the older of the two didn't care -- he loved how warm the other boy was against him, how lean his frame and how beautiful he was in both body and spirit. Once more, he settled down. "Tonight... There is much we can do tonight."
The blond head raised for a moment, looking into sapphire eyes. "I want to learn everything," he said, voice low and intense. "Just how *you* like it to be. Mmmmmm..." he smiled at the sight of Treize's broad chest beneath him and spied the soft, rosy-brown nipples. "Mmm, like with these," he said pulling himself up a bit further. He licked at one tentatively. "Do you like this hard or soft?"
A softly pleased breath was exhaled at the beautifully tentative touch. "It depends," he spoke slowly, voice rich and echoing the pleasure he took from Zechs' presence and touch. A hand drifted to stroke through strands of silvery blonde hair. "And you? You must tell me how you like things, also, as we go along."
"Mmmm... I like anything you do to me..." Zechs closed his eyes and took the sensitive nub into his mouth. He traced his tongue around it before beginning a soft suckling that made him feel strangely excited. His hands came up and stroked Treize's chest, long bangs brushing the skin as he did so. Continuous little noises of pleasure came from him as he kissed his way across his friend to the other nipple to repeat the process.
Sapphire eyes flickered shut in their delight, and a soft groan filtered through to Zechs' ears. "Oh, god... Milliard... wonderful." It had been a very long time since he'd been with another man, and that had been the last time anyone had touched him in that way. Long-fingered hands stroked through the soft mass of hair, and his chest shifted, squirming as he tried to ignore the trail of fire that had spread down to his throbbing groin, that had been throbbing since they'd gotten into the jeep at the airport. Those hands then skimmed past his aching points, pulling down his pants with them.
Zechs slid his lips once more over the tender nub and then moved down a little, savoring the feel of taut muscle under the smooth skin of Treize's belly. He darted his tongue in and out of his naval a few times, then more open-mouthed kisses trailed down until the blond boy's chin brushed soft curls. He pulled his head back a bit, running his fingers through them and staring, his expression somewhat dreamy.
"You smell so good down here..." he whispered, before nuzzling the curls and bringing his hands up the stroke Treize's thighs. For a long moment, he rested his head on one of them and slowly moved slender fingers closer Treize's rigid shaft. Lightly, ever so lightly, he touched it, and then took it into his hand, fingers curling around its bulk, thumb rubbing gently across the top. With a long, needy sigh he leaned over and gave it a gentle kiss.
The soft sound of delight that rose in the air between them must have obviously been one of desperate want from Treize. His hands sought out, and found Zechs' face, stroking gently along the aristocratic lines of it. "Milliard," he spoke, voice resonating urgency, "it will not take... very much to push me over the edge." There was a tense shaking, ever so slight, in those stroking fingers. "You drive me to madness, my love. You're exquisite, and I could take overwhelming pleasure just from... looking at your face."
Every touch to his body sent a small shiver of joy through him, and the kiss to his tip pushed a frission through his lean frame, causing his words to come faster, between hard drawn breaths.
"Nnnn... you feel so good," Zechs breathed, "and I'm so hungry for you..." Zechs knelt between the long legs of his companion, running his palms down Treize's belly until they rested on his hips and held the man in place while Milliard proceeded to give the hardened shaft several long licks from base to tip. "How should I do this?" he whispered. "What do you like?"
"Do whatever you want -- there no way you could displease me," Treize breathed, eyes closed tightly. Wise of Zechs to hold down his hips, for he was very likely to thrust up if caught off guard. His hands moved to tangle gently in Zechs' hair. "Do what you like -- there is no better... way to learn anything, than through exploring."
Zechs was more than willing to do that. He licked Treize as if he were ice cream, savoring the scent of soap and musk and the bittersweet fluid that was beginning to drip from him. He caught drops of it on his tongue and murmured little sounds of pleasure as he pushed one of Treize's legs up a bit to more easily stroke his inner thigh. /Ahhh... he's delicious, I could do this forever... want to eat him up, devour him and then start it all again... Mmmm... how could *anyone* be this perfect...?/
Incoherent snippets of thought flickered through Treize's mind as he gave in to the sweet sensations, murmuring soft encouragements in Russian to the boy, hands stroking slowly, gently through soft, soft hair. He looked forward to falling asleep that night with Zechs, nuzzled against that beautiful, silken, thick hair, kissing velvety lips... "More..." he urged. "I'm already... ah, so close..."
Tentatively, Zechs slipped the stiff rod in his mouth, sucking softly at the tip and then running his tongue around the sensitive rim of skin just beneath it. He wasn't the most graceful of lovers, not where this was concerned, but what he lacked in finesse he more than made up in with pure passion.
One of his wandering hands had trailed down Treize's thigh and found a smooth curve of buttock. It felt wonderful and more happy sounds came from him as he cupped and caressed it. Finally, feeling exceptionally brave, he cupped both hands around the tight globes and lifted Treize to drive him deeper into his eager mouth.
Perhaps he lacked 'skill' but what was skill compared with caring and sheer eagerness? Nothing. The passion only made it more breathtaking, this first time under the virgin's ministrations. And then those hands, slim, smaller than his own, cupped him, lifting him as he dug in his heels for leverage and thrust up.
Lean form a taut bow of muscle, Treize gave a breathed warning of "Milliard, I'm gone" before the pleasure overtook him.
Zechs could hear the concern in that breathy voice but was still unprepared for the rush of semen into his mouth. Luckily it didn't have a chance to hit the back of his throat because his swallowing reflex had kicked in, at least momentarily. After a few drinks of the stuff, though, he had to pull his head back and he stared, panting, at the milky fluid he had drawn from Treize. The sight of it and of Treize in such obvious pleasure was too much for him. He moved so that his knees were between his older friend's legs and then he could only push against him, the need too strong to do anything else. He cried out as a hard, intense release flowed through him, each spasm rocking his hips against Treize's, both of them slick with the feel of each other.
Treize sagged back into the mattress, nearly purring audibly. "Oh, sweet Milliard," he smiled, still catching his breath as he pulled the boy up into his arms, atop him. Warm skin on warm skin, sticky and slick, but all worth it, completely worth it, in his eyes. "Sleep, or bathe first?"
"Mmmm..." Zechs trailed his tongue along Treize's jaw before taking his mouth. "Kisses first..."
A soft, rich chuckle rose from Treize's throat, against those lips that took *his*. It was so deliciously easy to fall into the passion of it, teasing his tongue against soft lips, tracing the line of them before forging inward, exploring the slick, heated space there, the taste that was simply... Milliard. No other way to describe it better than 'Milliard' -- all the things he ascribed to the blonde: sweetness, compassion, passion, the purity of his soul and heat.
Zechs nuzzled Treize's lips with his own, staring into the man's eyes as if he were entranced. The he kissed his way down his friend's neck, reserving an especially long, suckling kiss for the place where neck and shoulder met. "Mmmmm... Treize... can we take a bath together...?"
"Heavens, yes," Treize murmured, sitting up slowly. Zechs was still held closely against him, the lean, nude body against his own. A small shift was made, and he pressed his mouth against Zechs' once more, taking another kiss that made his blood sing out, that made him clutch closer. "Let us... Now."
Surely his heart was going to burst, Zechs thought. /All this adrenaline, making me so weak, but wanting it all the more. Oh, God, Treize... Treize... you are such a miracle! Mmmm... never stop kissing me... never stop touching me... never ever ever.../ "Mmmm... all right... mmmm..."
He'd meant to rise up straight away and go to draw the bath, but something... He rose, yes, pulling Zechs up with him. There, another long, savoring kiss was taken, exploring once more the blonde's mouth. "You have such soft, sweet lips," he murmured, pulling back.
Zechs ran his palms over his lover's broad chest, watching them intently as they roamed over the smooth skin. He moved up to Treize's shoulders next before running his fingernails lightly down the tall man's back. "My hands," he breathed, "they're so hungry for you..." There was a pause and he looked up at Treize. "Are you hungry for me, too?" he asked with the kind of yearning only the young would use.
"Deeply," the man uttered in a low, wanting tone. Strong arms twined easily around Zechs' body. "You're so perfect, and I've wanted you for so long... My Milliard. You're completely mine, sweet boy. And I've so much to teach you, my eager student... but after washing up, what do you say to supper, conversation and a walk?" He leaned in closer still, nipping the blonde's ear. "There are things I wish to show you in the gardens... Beautiful things for my beautiful lover."
/Ohhh... he called me his lover... things really can't be this good.../ Zechs kissed Treize's shoulders and murmured, "You know I'd follow you anywhere... even the bathtub..." Looking up at his companion, he almost grinned.
"You make the idea seem almost regrettable," Treize murmured, a nearly mischievous smile flitting over his face as he began to guide the other into the bathroom. His arms were still around Zechs. "Just wait -- it will be wonderful, I assure you."
As they walked toward the bath, Zechs found himself tightening his grip on Treize, reluctant to let him go for even a brief time. He felt strangely vulnerable after being so intimate. Never in his life had anyone gotten that close, touched him that much. His parents had not been overly-demonstrative when they were still alive. Treize had been the first to hold him for that long and it had been intoxicating and slightly overwhelming. It made him feel bare and open and Zechs could only hope that Treize knew what he was doing - because *he* was certainly in completely over his head.
Strangely enough, he liked it. Immensely.
End of Part 1
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