3 Jul 2000
Here's the last chapter of LVVS - and to answer questions in advance: yes
there *is* a sequel. (It'll make more sense at the end of the fic.) ^_~
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: *HENTAI SCENE* - proceed at your own risk! serious yaoi (LEMON); major sap (my fault, not Tzi's); major suspense (Tzi's fault, not mine)
Pairing: 6x5/5x6 (Implied 13x6, 13x5)
One Month Later - August, A.C. 196
Zechs sat at his kitchen table, clicking through his bills on a comm unit and paying each methodically. It was one of those mundane little chores that ordinary people hated, but to Zechs it was almost fascinating. He'd never in his life paid bills before. He had been sent to various families after the fall of Sank and from there he went into the military and the Specials and OZ had paid the bills - or Treize.
That was still a tender spot: Treize. Someday he hoped he would stop having dreams about the man's death, about their last conversation, about his final words before he died. Wufei had finally shared those with him and it had come as a terrible shock to know that he had been the last thing on Treize's mind when he died. /Have another helping of guilt, Zechs. You aren't even close to paying *your* debt from the war.../
But, that would be dealt with another day. Today he had plans that he did not want to spoil, so he stretched in the August sunlight coming through the window and finished putting his finances in order.
When he finished, he refilled his coffee cup and poured a second one before heading for the bedroom to try, for the third time that morning, to bring his lover into the land of the living.
Wufei still slept in the bedroom, buried beneath the comforter in the chill of the air conditioning that filled the house. The last night had been deliciously wild, a romp that had led from room to room, position to position, and they'd been up terribly late. The younger man had buried his head beneath a pillow when asked about breakfast and it could be safely assumed that it was likely still beneath that feather-filled bag.
Walking into the bedroom proved that it was true.
"Excuse me -- sloth boy! It's almost 11. Are you going to wake up anytime soon? I've got your caffeine right here..." he said in a tempting voice.
One hand groped vaguely out of the covers in an attempt to find coffee and then waved in a vague sort of 'I'm not getting out of bed until tomorrow' kind of way as Wufei mumbled into the sheets.
"Well, fine," the blond said, pretending to be affronted. "I'm going to be in Luxembourg most of the day and you won't even have a cup of coffee with me before I go. Hmpf!"
Slowly, the pillow was pulled off and sleepy black eyes looked directly at him. "The jam is stuck in the printer and you have to get it out," he said before closing them again.
Zechs looked away from the boy for a moment and then blinked several times before shaking his head. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to Wufei's forehead and then put the pillow back over him. "Sleep well, love. I'll see you in the afternoon - sometime around 4."
"Mmmm..." Even asleep, Wufei practically hummed when he received that kiss. "All right. Bring the doughnuts in when you get back, though. They've been wetting the petunias."
Another pause and the the tall blond rolled his eyes and stood. "Whatever you say, dear," he muttered and then left the room.
He washed his breakfast dishes and then put on his sunglasses and headed out into the warmth of the late morning. His car practically sang as he revved the engine and pulled away from the house. He had several things to do in town, a few of them quite important, and it felt good to be busy, even if he was so sore that the car's comfortable seats felt like slabs of unyielding stone beneath him. The night before had been incredible and he had the entire trip into town to relive it in his mind...
Wufei had read, with lascivious expression, the last paragraph of the book, honeyed fruit eaten out of places that made him laugh. "So unrealistic," he'd scoffed, smiling. "Everyone knows you can't put sugar *there*, and honey... bleah."
"Mmmm, you're probably right," Zechs had mused from his position stretched out on the floor next to the sofa where Wufei was lounging. His hand had been stroking the inside of the boy's thigh as he read and now he stretched a finger down to rub just behind the balls. "There's a melon in the refrigerator that's perfectly sweet on its own - and the slices are very long..."
"Mmmmm," had come the sound of Wufei's enjoyment as he shifted, legs sprawling out. "You're insane. Have I said that lately? That you're crazy? That I love you?"
A low chuckle had come from the tall blond, who'd then slinked into the kitchen and come out with a bag of pale green melon slices clasped between his fingers and a smirk that covered his face. "I feel like dessert," he'd said in a voice like raw silk, "Care to be it?"
The smirk on Wufei's face had been answer enough, but he'd given the words all the same. "Absolutely.
"Well let's do it right then," Zechs breathed. "Undress completely and get up on the kitchen table... please."
Clothing had been gone in a flash and Wufei had strolled across the floor and into the kitchen completely naked, lacking any sort of modesty. They knew every inch of one another's flesh already. A sultry smile had been cast over a shoulder and then he was sprawled across the cool wood on his back, watching the tall blond with heated gaze. "Let's... do it."
Zechs's gaze had become almost predatory as he pulled a chair to him and sat down, tugging Wufei so that his hips were at the edge of the table. He rested Wufei's feet on his shoulders and opened the bag. "Mmmm... first, I'll think I'll enjoy a little juice..." So saying, he'd tipped the bag over the lovely cleft spread in front of him and chilled, pale green liquid had spilled out and run down that crease, dripping over the small, puckered entrance.
A wave of heat had passed through the tall blond just looking at it and he'd tossed the bag on the table, grasping Wufei's legs and pulling him even closer before he'd bent his lips to wet skin and lapped at it, savoring the cold sweetness.
At the first touch of cold juice, Wufei had given a frantic gasp; when Zechs's tongue had followed it, though, he'd nearly passed out from delight. "Oh, God," the unsteady whisper had shivered. "Oh, good Lord, Zechs..."
The blond had made little noises of delight as he licked juice from the boy's buttocks, now and then taking a long, deep lick of the lovely cleft. When none remained on Wufei's skin, he had taken the smooth, cold cheeks into his hands and spread them open, lapping up what was left on the quivering entrance. "Mmmmn... tastes so good, little man... you make me hungry for more..."
"Put your tongue in me," Wufei had whispered, able to feel each quiver of his flesh as he'd shuddered beneath touch and look and breath.
"Yes, master..." Zechs had purred, and tightened his tongue to a point, stabbing into the boy and pushing until his face rested against Wufei's skin. He'd breathed in the heavenly scent that was only his lover as his tongue squirmed slowly against the walls of that tight passage.
The response had been a loud moan, body trembling with that touch as he'd felt Zechs invading him with the tip of that spear. "Sun-god..." Wufei had whimpered, hands moving to grasp pale strands of hair and hold Zechs close, legs akimbo. "Mine," he'd moaned. "All mine. Nobody else's..."
Zechs's hands hadn't been idle while he pleasured his lover. He'd opened the bag of thick, chilled melon slices and had one in his hands. With little squirming motions, he'd withdrawn his tongue and spoke against Wufei's skin. "Ready my little man?" The he'd spread the pretty cheeks with the fingers of one hand, and pressed the long, cold spear of fruit deeply into Wufei's body. At the end of the push, only an inch of pale green flesh protruded. Zechs had bent his head to it and begun the feast.
The feel of that, cold inside of him, had made Wufei cry out loudly, clenching around it even as Zechs's teeth had nibbled at the flesh of the fruit. "AH!" The breathless cry had echoed in the room and Wufei had shuddered, flushed face turned away and pressed to the tabletop, hand lifted to his mouth as he had whimpered and tried to still some of the moans and sobs that had seemed to spill from him endlessly.
"Mmmm... you're delicious, my love," Zechs had sighed as he slipped the last piece from the original, protruding part into his mouth. "And I want more..." So saying, he'd grasped the tiny end portion between his teeth and pulled it towards him with agonizing slowness.
Wufei had known then that he was going to be purely limp before this was over! "Ohhhh," he'd moaned low in his throat as he wrapped his legs tightly around Zechs's shoulders, shuddering from the wonderful feeling, a hand moving to wrap around his own erection and lazily caress. "Oh, yeah..."
Zechs, normally very polite and well-mannered at table, had suddenly become a very noisy eater. He'd slurped juice from the fruit-filled boy, growled softly as he bit into the sweet melon, and the sounds he'd made as he ate and then searched for more that might be sticking out of the boy was nothing short of primitive. Never had eating been so erotic, so damned arousing and his shaft had throbbed below the table, begging for any kind of contact, but he'd told it to wait -- there were other needs to be filled first. Another section eaten, another slow pull as he had drawn the fruit out of Wufei's body, as if he taking Wufei himself as his food.
The sound of Wufei's voice had been completely raw when he spoke. "Zechs, I'm going to die if you don't hurry! I want you! Oh, GOD!" "Uhhhhhn..."
A long, low growl had broken from the blond man, who had sucked the rest of the fruit from the tight passage and devoured it, biting and chewing at it with his mouth up against the rounded cheeks. Finally, nothing was left but fruit pulp and juice and Zechs had stood, wiping his face on his sleeve and flicking off loose, cotton pants before pushing Wufei's legs up in the air and nudging his wet entrance. He had made a few teasing pulses against it and then pushed all the way in, a low moan coming from him as the chilly passage had enveloped him.
The sudden warmth of that erection, long and pulsing, had brought Wufei almost to tears. He'd gasped, a huge intake of air, and squirmed with the delicious feeling of being claimed, no longer full of the chilled fruit that had made him ache and cry out for surcease. "Ah! Please, Zechs!"
Slowly, Zechs had taken hold of Wufei's wrists and pinned them to the table above the boy's head. "Uhhhn... don't you look like a feast..." he'd said, voice low and throaty, "and I'll *devour* you, pretty boy. Use you up until there's *nothing* left..."
His thrusts had been hard and deep, and he'd pumped into the boy beneath him with a slow, steady rhythm, pressing him to the limit with each stroke. "You're *mine*, Wufei..." the tall blond had growled. "No one else allowed to touch you because your body belongs to *me*..."
Wufei's hips had slammed up to meet Zechs's, his mouth open as he shifted, trembling beneath each of those thrusts. He had been able to feel warm soft balls bouncing lightly against his ass with each heart-stopping thrust and it had been impossible to stop the groans leaving his throat. The mere knowledge that Zechs was as deep inside of him as he could be was deliciously erotic, almost enough to send him flying over the edge even without those words he couldn't get enough of. "Love you," he'd moaned frantically. "Ah, God, Zechs, I love you!"
Sweet words, like honey, had spilled out of the boy's mouth and Zechs drank it all in, feeling a strange mix of primal possessiveness and tender eroticism. He'd leaned all the way over, and whispered into a delicate ear, "Love you, Wufei..." He'd growled, "Love you, need you, have to have you to *breathe*, little man... your body, your soul... my life..."
He had been close, so close, and with each breathy word he'd moved towards Wufei's bobbing erection, just below him, until at last he had taken the glistening head between his lips and begun to suck.
A violent cry, Wufei's throat almost bruised with the sheer intensity of it, had burst loose in that moment and he'd spilled, long glistening strands of pearlescent semen that filled Zechs's mouth and spilled down his throat, leaving Wufei a bundle of nerves in rapturous seizure.
Swallowing it all, Zechs had lifted his head in a loud groan, pressing Wufei's wrists down harder and pounding into him so hard it made the small body shake violently. Then a tightening feeling, sweet blissful release washing over him as he'd filled the boy's body. He had looked down as he took a few last, agonizing strokes and nearly lost control when he had seen his shaft forcing its own semen out of Wufei's body. "Love you, Wufei..." he had panted against the warmth of the smaller man's belly. "Ohhh, damn I love you!"
Wufei had given a whimpered moan and then a little laugh at that, dark eyes half-closed, drugged with the pleasure that Zechs inevitably made him feel. "Say it again," he'd demanded, looking up at the blond. "Tell me you love me, the way I love you!"
"You're the breath I take, Wufei, and I won't let anyone take you from me. You're mine, as I hope I'm yours... forever..."
"Yours," Wufei's whisper had sounded. "I'm always yours and you're mine. Zutto. Itsumo."
Still swaddled in sheets, Wufei dreamed, and the dreams... they were not so pleasant. They should have been, but somehow...
/"Love you, little man," Zechs breathed in his ear, fingers tracing down his spine as a steady ringing sounded throughout the house. "My sweet little man..."
[Don't you hear the ringing?] Wufei wanted to ask as hands traced his body, the steady thrumming sound distracting him from the pleasure of that touch. [Zechs, please, please, you have to stop the ringing!]/
And the dream... changed.
/A dark abysmal opening yawned before him, singing out his name as he danced back from the edge. Wufei could feel the wall behind him pushing out slowly... slowly... shoving him closer and closer to the edge of that gaping maw that seemed a monster out to eat him, ready to swallow him whole, and the ringing sound came from it, echoing up out of the darkness to dance in his brain.
As he reached the edge, he looked across and felt his heart stop as he shuddered.
It was... HIM.
The space over that measureless fissure proved no barrier to him, as if he was lighter than air, the first step effortless, the ones afterwards no less so. Blood dripped in hot gushes down the ruined side of his face and Wufei wanted to scream, fingers clinging violently at the rock of the wall behind him that had finally stopped moving.
"Yes," gurgled the words softly, and then fingertips touched his face, cold lips against his, the blistering touch of gushing vermilion liquid tracing down Wufei's face, mingling with scalding saline. "You remember..."
"No, Treize," he whimpered, an arm closing tightly about a waist that wasn't there. "No. No, no, no!"
And the wall was moving again, the ringing constant now, and the vision before him burst into mist and then he fell screaming and.../
"NO!"
Jerked awake, he sat up in the bed, gasping for breath. Every strand of hair on his head was wet with sweat and his face was sticky. A hand came up, frantically scrubbing at his cheeks as if to prove to himself that it wasn't blood, just dried sweat or... something else.
"Just a dream," he told himself, still panting. "Just a dream. Nothing else. Pull yourself together. Just another nightmare. Not real." Thank God there was sunlight out. If he'd awakened and found everything dark and himself alone, he'd have panicked.
Pulling himself together, he crawled out of bed and pulled on a tanktop and a pair of boxers, moving to the kitchen and pulling out the juice jar, an unsettled feeling in the pit of his belly. "Just a dream, you moron," he whispered to himself. "It's just a dream..."
The sudden sound of the comm unit's loud ringing nearly made him jump out of his skin, and he moved to answer it...
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