Inspired in part by the screenplay, "The Sixth Sense" written by N. Night Shyamalan
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.
WARNING: *graphic* yaoi scene (lemon)
PAIRING: 6x2/2x6, implied 13x6, 13x5
"Mustn't be too eager," Zechs murmured as Duo arched his hips forward. "Now lie down on the bed, face up..."
The braided boy did what he was told, trembling the entire time and regarding Zechs with fear-widened eyes. "Please... I'll do anything you want, just... just don't hurt me..."
The look that crossed Zechs's face was one of seductive evil. "*Anything,* eh?" he purred, fastening a cuff around one slender wrist and then the other. Each cuff was then clamped onto a rail in the headboard.
Duo watched every movement, fascinated by them, even though they'd played out this game several times before. The sight of Zechs cuffing him to the bed never failed to send a wave of powerful arousal through him, the thought of being the man's toy one of the best aphrodisiacs he knew "Ohhh, *anything* Zechs..."
Taking one of Duo's legs, the blond man lifted it and put another cuff around the ankle, securing it to the horizontal rail that ran along the top of the vertical bed rails. The other leg followed and soon Duo was solidly bound and spread as wide as he could be. The exposure and vulnerability of the position made him harder and he moaned with desire. "Ahh God! Do it, Zechs! Oh please, *please*..."
"Mmmm... such a lovely toy you make..." came the low reply as Zechs's large hands cupped and squeezed the smooth globes of Duo's bottom. With agonizing slowness, he placed a kiss on first one then the other while his fingers brushed over Duo's shaft. "We need you wetter, little brat - and *you're* going to provide the lubrication..." Zechs reached down and took hold of Duo's braid, sliding off the elastic band that held it together and brushing it out with his fingers. "Have you ever brought yourself off with your own hair, Duo...?"
Violet eyes widened impossibly. "H-How did you know...?" he whispered, eyes closing as the first strands of hair brushed the sensitive head of his erection.
"I've dreamed of doing it..." Zechs murmured, drawing more silky strands along Duo's shaft, "but mine's never been long enough. That's why I love doing it with yours..."
The braided boy had been ready when they started and now he felt the familiar rush that meant release was imminent. "Feels so *good,*" he whimpered, bucking slender hips up against the chestnut waves that Zechs brushed across him. "So good..."
"Let's have it, little boy..." The blond man's voice was pure silk as he drew he fingers through the stuff, now and then caressing the heated skin beneath it and Duo knew he was lost. He gave out a long cry and let the pleasure crash over him, more whimpers torn from his lips with each push of his hips. He was so caught up that he never noticed Zechs moving his hair away, catching the creamy fluid in his hand.
Long fingers spread Duo's cheeks apart as others teased at the his trembling entrance, making it slick and wet. One of those slippery fingers pressed firmly and slid in all the way, until Zechs's hand was flat against the American's bottom. Zechs probed and rubbed the walls of that heated cave, stopping only to pull the finger out so he could slide in two and they found the soft bump of prostate inside. The rubbing slowed and became firmer and Duo gave a loud moan, his head thrown back against the pillows, fists clenching in their cuffs.
"*Now* you're ready, pretty toy," Zechs breathed, opening his trousers and sighing at the feel of his stiff member being freed. He stroked it, spreading the rest of Duo's seed along its length, and then held it against that tender rosebud, rubbing softly, teasing at it and enjoying the way his lover strained against his cuffs.
"Ohhh... need more... uhhhn, *please*... *please*..."
"God, you're so exquisite when you beg." Lean hips pressed forward and Zechs's long, thick shaft slid in to the hilt.
Duo gave a sharp cry and the chains of his cuffs rattled as they strained to hold against his pulls.
Bowing his head, Zechs gave a breathy moan, long blond hair covering his face. He withdrew and then began to move with slow, deep thrusts, Duo's position allowing him such complete penetration that he shook his head in disbelief. "Duo," he whispered as he brushed his lips against his lover's. "You're *mine* love, completely... utterly... *mine*..." As he said the words, his hands moved to release the cuffs until the braided boy was free.
Duo's long, slender limbs twined tightly around the larger man, as if by embracing more closely they could break through the last barrier of skin and dissolve into one being. The deep thrusts were exquisite - the most intense pleasure tinged with strangely erotic pain and the knowledge that Zechs had penetrated him utterly, skewered him to the bed.
All he could do was hold on as Zechs rode him harder, deeper. He tangled slender fingers in the pale silk of his lover's hair, grasping it with both hands and pulling it around them like the reins of a horseback rider.
Deep inside of him, Zechs's shaft found that tender sweet spot, rubbing and pressing it with each deep thrust. "Oh dear God," Duo whimpered. "I... I can't... hold it..." The grip on Zechs hair was tightened and then the only thing he could do was scream Zechs's name as an intense orgasm washed over him. Each sweet pulse was a tiny death, threatening to erase his conscious mind and drag him down into exquisite blackness.
The rhythmic tugs of Duo's body around him pushed Zechs over the edge as well. He grabbed Duo's wrists and pinned them to the bed, then threw his head back and groaned as he pressed as far as he could into the boy beneath him. He filled Duo until his own seed ran out of the boy and then hung his head again and panted heavily before leaning over and taking a long, passionate kiss from the American's lips. "I love you, Duo..." he breathed against the warm mouth. "Love you..."
Letting go of his lover's wrists, Zechs covered the smaller body with his own, a soft whimper coming from him as he buried his face against the warmth of Duo's neck.
The gesture devastated the American - the way it spoke of Zechs and how his passionate nature could completely overwhelm him at times - and a strong wave of protectiveness swept through Duo. /He might be bigger than I am, taller, stronger, but he needs me every bit as much as I need him.../
"Sweet man," Duo cooed, stroking the blond silk that streamed down Zechs's back. "My sweet, beautiful man..."
"Well, Mr. Chang," Hadley said smoothly, "I do believe you've seen everything of the house." They were standing in the same sitting room where drinks had been served earlier and Hadley was preparing to go supervise the dinner preparations. Before he could, however, Wufei stopped him, a puzzled look on the darkly beautiful face.
"That was only two floors," he said, sounded a bit peevish. He'd been enjoying the tour more than he thought he would and really didn't want it to end just then.
Hadley smiled. "Well, there is the basement, sir, that's true, but it's really nothing much to see."
"No," Wufei said stubbornly, shaking his head, "no - the windows... from outside. There are *three* stories to the house, not just two."
There was the briefest pause and then the butler replied. "Yes, sir - true again. There is a third floor, but frankly, we hardly ever go up there. The cook's son stays up there when he's not in school, but aside from that it isn't used. It's... well it's just an odd part of the house. I don't think you'd be very interested."
Wufei walked to the sofa and sat down on it, rather heavily. "Odd how?" he persisted.
"It's furnished in an older style - never been as comfortable as the rest of the house. His excellency used to complain good naturedly about it. He put some of his treasures up there because he thought they would make it more habitable, but whenever he came down from spending time in the sitting room on that floor he would say he was chilled to the bone and would ask for a fire."
There was a pause and then the butler added, "The other servants have always thought it was haunted."
Wufei looked up sharply at that comment and a chill ran through him. "Haunted?" he said, trying to sound contemptuous. "Just because it's not heated properly? Sounds ridiculous to me. Has anything else happened up there?" /Not that I really want to know that the house I've just agreed to stay in might have the evil spirits of someone's ancestors lurking about it... Probably Zechs's - *he'd* be the sort of person to have *very* evil ancestors.../
"May I pour you a drink, Mr. Chang?" Hadley said suddenly, and when Wufei nodded he turned to the cabinet.
"Non-alchoholic, please," Wufei added. "I don't approve of drinking alcohol."
Hadley turned to face him briefly, nodding, then went back to the cabinet. "It would seem, Mr. Chang," he said in his mild tone, "that the world is quite full of things of which to disapprove. But tell me, would they include lemonade?"
Wufei scowled in a puzzled fashion at the man's back. "N-no... I like lemonade. Why?"
"Ah, good," Hadley muttered, straightening up and reaching for a glass. "One would not wish to serve lemonade to an individual who disapproved of it. Here you go, sir." He handed Wufei a perfectly prepared glass full of cool, pale yellow liquid, a jaunty little lime twist on the rim for color.
"Oh," Wufei said, staring at the glass. "Thank you. But you didn't answer my question!" he said, suddenly remembering their earlier topic.
"Your question, sir?" Hadley's calm face was perfectly innocent.
"My question," Wufei insisted, "about the third floor.
"Oh, not a very comfortable place, the third floor," the butler said, wiping up several stubborn molecules of lemonade on the mixing tray. "We usually just avoid it."
"You *said* that!" Wufei's tone was close to exasperation. "And I asked what else had happened up there. Are you being intentionally dense?"
Hadley's expression was almost miffed. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Chang, but I am not now being, nor have I ever felt the need to be, dense -intentionally or unintentionally."
He and Wufei stared at each other for several seconds. Wufei blinked first. "Well, then just answer my question! Has anything else happened up there?"
A quiet, long-suffering sigh came from the butler - a sigh that communicated patience in the face of adversity, but nothing of the frustration the man felt with someone who refused to take so obvious a hint. "Well," he finally said, "a few servants over many years have reported seeing unusual things on the third floor, but none of them were ever seen by others and I, who have been up there the most of all the servants in this house, have never seen or heard a thing."
One of Wufei's eyebrows twitched. "What have they seen?"
"Well, one reported a woman in a ball gown who seemed to have hung herself - because she had a terrible burn or cut around her neck." Hadley didn't seem to notice his listener going just a shade paler. "And another seemed to hear noises coming from the sitting room when no one was in it."
Wufei's expression slid from concern to fear.
"But I wouldn't worry about it, Mr. Chang. They're all tales that come from the fertile imaginations of nervous young females who don't have enough to do in their lives. Pay them no mind."
"No~o," Wufei murmured, gazing at the ceiling with a faint look of alarm. "No, I won't..."
"That's all well and good then. Well. I must be off to the kitchen to make sure that dinner is progressing. We will be serving in the dining room in 25 minutes. Until then, sir." Hadley bowed graciously and turned, leaving a very uneasy Wufei in his wake.
It was just about seven o'clock and the four of them, Zechs, Duo, Wufei, and Relena, were gathered in the drawing room, which adjoined the dining room. Duo was standing next to Zechs, who had just poured another champagne cocktail for Relena. The American was still reeling a bit from the intensity of their lovemaking and didn't feel inclined to let the tall blond get farther away than arm's, and sometimes hand's reach. At that moment, in fact, they had their heads together and were murmuring something to each other, with Duo giggling every now and then.
Wufei and Relena sat on opposite sofas, staring at each other.
"Well. Wufei," Relena said, at an obvious loss for words.
"Relena," he answered back, not intending to help in the least on that score. He was feeling grouchy in a way he hadn't in a long time. Hadley's tour had brought up too many thoughts of Treize and now they refused to go away. This wasn't helped by the fact that he was in the same room as Treize's other lover, who just so happened to be putting rather serious moves on one of Wufei's friends. Or was Duo putting moves on Zechs? Either way the situation was irritating.
Now, to add to it all, he had Relena Peacecraft staring at him with that odd, intense look she had. The only he could do was scowl back.
Relena tried again. "I thought you were in the Preventers."
"I am. I just finished an assignment here in London."
"And Preventers take vacations after each assignment?" Relena pressed.
The scowl deepened. "Of *course* not! Sally wanted me to take some time. That 's the only reason I'm here."
Relena's eyes twinkled at the mention of the older woman's name. Finally! Someone who could talk about *proper* relationships - those between men and women. She leaned forward a bit. "How *is* Sally? Do you two see a lot of each other?"
Wufei looked suspicious. "She's fine - as bossy as ever. As for seeing each other, well, of *course* we do. She's my supervisor." He had a vague idea of where the conversation was headed and he didn't like it one bit.
He was greatly relieved, therefore, when Duo bounced over and sat down next to him. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully. "Whatcha talking about?"
"Wufei was telling me about how Sally is taking such good care of him," Relena said, smiling at the Chinese boy as if he were a comrade in arms. "She really is an amazing woman, you know. I hope you know how lucky you are."
"Whoa! Wait a minute here - did I miss something?" Duo said, looking back and forth between Relena and Wufei. "Wufie? Something going on with Sally that you haven't told me?"
A look of outrage formed on the Preventer's features. "No! It's not! I just said she wanted me to take a little time off. It's been a long time since I did and she's probably thinking I'll be sharper on the next assignment if I have a bit of down time" He looked over at Relena, as Zechs sat down beside her. "Don't twist my words, woman."
Zechs raised a sleek eyebrow. "I think you can find a better way to address my sister than that, can't you?"
The scowl changed slowly to a pout as Wufei looked away from the Peacecrafts opposite him. "Fine."
Duo winced a little at his tone and then said, "Bunny! What are you doing way over *there?* Come and sit over here!"
"It's all right," Zechs said, tilting his head slightly towards Relena, hoping she didn't see. "I'm fine here, really."
The braided boy's expressive face fell. "Well, then... I'll come over *there!*" He got up and went to the other sofa, plopping himself down in the small space between Zechs and Relena and giving the blond man a kiss on the cheek. "There, how's that?"
Relena dug her elbow into the squirming lump of boy who had nearly taken over the couch. "Excuse me," she said sternly, "but I *was* here *first*!"
Duo, whose head had been lolling against the back of the sofa, rolled his head towards Relena. "Well, there's *lots* of room on *that* sofa - and I bet Wuffer's would love the company.
Wufei looked as if Duo had just suggested that they all drink poison for dinner.
"Maxwell..." he began.
"Ooops! I'm in trouble now!" Duo said to Zechs, staring up at him in a mildly adoring way. "Always know that Wufie means business when he uses your last name..."
The Chinese boy went scarlet, but whether from anger or embarrassment no one could tell.
"Duo?" Zechs asked gently. "How many of those hard ciders did you have?"
The braided boy's only response was to break into a fit of giggles and bury his head against Zechs's shirt.
Relena rolled her eyes and got up, sighing heavily as she moved to the other sofa.
At that moment the doorbell rang and everyone but Relena looked surprised.
"Are you expecting someone, Bunny?" Duo murmured, nuzzling Zechs's ear.
"No~o, not expecting anyone," the blond replied, trying to avoid Wufei's intense, frowning gaze.
Hadley walked into the room at that point and said to Zechs, "You have a visitor, sir," he said, with a slight look of disapproval on his even features. "A Miss Dorothy Catalonia."
Under he breath, Relena swore softly. "She told me she'd wait until *after* dinner..."
Before she could mutter anything else, however, the door was opened again and Dorothy swept into the room. "Good *evening* Milliard," she said, curtsying daintily. "How splendid of you to allow me to visit!"
End of Part 10
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