16 Sep 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: GRAPHIC LEMON
Pairing: 6x13 (implied 13x6)
"V is for victory!" Treize crowed as he watched Henry's departure through the window. "You're brilliant, Zechs! Stunned him with food~"
Zechs leaned over Treize's shoulder watching the man walk down the street. "It was nothing, really," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "I could tell right away he was a dessert lover. But I had some garlic and provolone bruschetta in the oven, so really we were covered on all the bases."
"So I take it that tonight isn't *my* turn to make dinner and burn something in the process?" Treize asked with a wicked smile as they walked back into the kitchen. "Poor Henry the homophobe."
"Well, you'll get him over it," Zechs murmured, arms sliding around Treize's neck. "You're too charming to resist for any *real* length of time. And yes, dinner is taken care of. You can make the salad."
"Yay," Treize uttered in mock glee. Salads were actually good, but Zechs had the strangest dislike of ranch dressing. It was a really "American" thing, and even he liked it! "Can I put ranch on it?"
The blond shot him a look of disgusted disbelief then his expression turned sly. "You can put ranch on it," he said sweetly, savoring Treize's surprised smile for a moment, "if I can be top."
Treize was already reaching for the dressing. "Well. Such a choice to make -- my dignity, or my taste in food...? Ah, well -- I've lost enough dignity over the years," he teased, setting the bottle aside as he moved to wash the lettuce.
Smiling, Zechs squeezed his lover's bottom as Treize moved towards the sink. "All mine," he said smugly, then added, "Although *why* you want to smother perfectly good greens with that horrible goop, I'll never know."
"It tastes better than blue cheese," Treize stated. "And I remember your opinion of *most* British food, so..."
Zechs gave his lover a mock glare. "Let's not go *there*, shall we?" He took the bruschetta out of the over and scattered a bit of asiago cheese over the top, followed by some fresh shredded basil. "So, do you think you'll be able to work with our dear friend Henry?"
"I'll warp his mind soon enough -- doubt me not!" he chuckled, drying the lettuce.
"Well, do it gently," Zechs said, setting the bruschetta tray on the table and poking around in his small kitchen wine cabinet for a light-bodied red. "He seems like a sweetheart deep down, although I can see him coming after you for any little thing the country club set might find offensive. Poor Treize." He added this last line with a chuckle of his own. "Did you see the look on his face when you said that bit about the Bissell? Hah!"
"No, no -- the look on his face when he realized I'm not straight," Treize chuckled, getting out the chilled plates Zechs kept nearly frozen for just the purpose of desserts and salad.
Zechs had been pouring the wine and stopped, looking at Treize in astonishment. "You mean he didn't *know.* I thought *everyone* around the paper knew! I mean, how long have we been going to those nasty office parties of yours together?"
"Every time they've had one," he smirked, "And every time, we'd sneak off to the bathroom..."
"Yes," said Zechs fondly, staring off into space, "and scared the hell out of that poor man from the printing room, remember that? He left his little newspaper hat behind when he ran out..."
"He recovered well enough, didn't he? Chap probably thought it was a drunken hallucination. Very seldom do you see two men enter the same stall."
"Mmm, true," the blond mused, "and you looked damned cute in that hat..."
Treize smirked as he poured the dressing onto the salad. "Thinking about it now, I believe that I *like* office parties!"
"Only because you're a pervert," Zechs teased, lighting the candles. "I believe we're ready. Is the salad gooped?"
"Thoroughly -- I even stirred the 'goop' in, my love," Treize smiled, carrying the bowl to the table. "
"How thoughtful of you," Zechs replied, his tone of voice dry bordering on arid.
When they were sitting and had their glasses in hand, Zechs raised his and offered a toast. "To getting rid of Henry," he said in a dignified way, "so we can have a lovely evening that I'm determined you will remember whenever you sit down tomorrow." With that, he took a sip and wiggled sleek, blond eyebrows suggestively at Treize.
"Ah,, the things I do for good salad," Treize winked, downing half of his glass with a wicked smirk.
"It *would* make an interesting approach to marketing ranch dressing," Zechs replied, picking up his bruschetta. "'What Would *You* Do For Hidden Valley...?'"
"'Bend over a table with Crisco in hand? Coat yourself in peanut butter and throw yourself to the dogs? Or strip-dance on your office desk?'" Treize chuckled, dropping salad onto Zechs's plate.
Zechs gave his lover a wicked smile. "Well, the first one we can check off tonight - only no crisco, I found some delightful stuff at the leather shop the other day. Neither of us likes peanut butter that much, so I suggest skipping that one, but that last suggestion... now *that* has possibilities." Zechs took a long drink of wine. "May I come by and do that on your desk? Sometime when Henry is going to be there, perhaps?"
Treize laughed, a smooth rich sound. "Mmm, Ye~es. And you'll have to wear that thong I love to see you in." It was *velvet*, in a blood red, that made his own blood pound like the ocean. "I *fact*, I've a meeting with him on Friday..."
"Hmmm... a little bump and grind? Wiggle my ass in his face?," Zechs laughed back. "I don't think he'd ever eat my cake again if I did that."
They ate in companionable silence for awhile, then Zechs gave Treize a brilliant smile and stretched a sock-clad foot out, running it up the inside of the other man's pant leg.
"Ugh, how about we never mention Henry and sex again in the same sentence," Treize murmured, squirming happily. "I can just take my pants off, if you'd like."
"Now that's a *very* tempting offer," Zechs purred. "How can I possibly say no? But... will you get up on your knees on the table and do it? I'd be more than happy to tuck some money in your underwear..."
Still laughing softly, Treize was already starting to rise. His attitude toward such suggestions were usually 'why not?' and this was no exception. "I'll get dressing on me, I just know it!"
"You will not!" Zechs said determinedly, moving the bowl to the floor.
"If anything horrid happens, Zechsy, pour liquor into my mouth and I'll pass myself off as drunk," he chuckled, standing on the chair a moment before kneeling on a table they knew from first-hand experience to be sturdy.
"As if I didn't already know what you're willing to do cold sober," Zechs laughed. He'd cleared the plates away to the counter and was now leaning back in his chair, smiling broadly and eagerly awaiting his entertainment.
"I *know* you know -- but I hope the area paramedics don't know," Treize chuckled softly, now kneeling on the table. "Any particular style you'd like, hmn...?"
The blond's smile widened. "Hot and horny, Count. Oh yes, *very*, * very* horny..."
"Horny?" Treize asked in a husky tone, a hand reaching between his legs to stroke his erection through two layers of cloth. "Mmm... that I can do."
Zechs gaze followed every movement of his lover's fingers, and he sat back, arms behind his head and sighed happily. "I *love* a man who doesn't waste time..."
"No need," Treize groaned softly, tugging as his balls for a moment to still himself before he drew his hand away, to slooooowly unzip his pants.
Eyes riveted on that stubbornly slow zipper and the hard bulge behind it, Zechs gave a little huffed breath and the tip of his tongue ran over the side of his mouth. His jeans were feeling a little too snug now and he envied Treize his open fly. "Uhhhnn.."
Treize shifted just a little, drawing himself up enough to slid the jeans down to his hips, one hand absently stroking his erection through black silk briefs. "Ah, that feels good."
"Allow me a turn," Zechs breathed, leaning forward and cupping the silk-covered member before squeezing it softly, over and over. "Please, Treize... take it out..." he whispered, leaning back in his chair again and staring at it hungrily.
"How badly do you want me to take it out?"
"Ohhh, *very* badly..." Zechs breathed, a hand moving between his legs as he rocked forwards against it, still staring at Treize's crotch. "Please... I beg you... I want it so much..."
"Ah, the power of want," Treize smiled, pushing the top edge of his underwear down, letting out his own stuttered little moan.
There was a shuddered breath and Zechs rocked faster, his cheeks prettily flushed. "Uhn... Treize... may I... may I lick it?"
Treize was slowly working his pants themselves down farther. "Of course..."
Putting his hands on the top of the table, Zechs leaned forward. Putting the very tip of his tongue against the sensitive head, he licked it lightly and slowly, eyes closing in vicarious pleasure as he teased at the slit and wriggled his tongue inside. "Hnnnnn..."
A shaky moan left Treize, hands clutching tightly at his own hips. "Ah, GOD!" His hips hitched forward sharply, towards that teasing tongue.
Zechs, however, leaned back a bit and kept teasing. It went on for a minute or two, the blond man soaking in the sounds of his lover's desire, and then he sat back, hands running through long hair, takiing out the pony tail, legs spread wide, and said in a husky voice, "Keep going..."
"Wicked tease," Treize breathed raggedly, sitting back on his haunches to work his pants down further.
"Yes, I am," Zechs said, "and you missed your calling, my dear Count. You should have been a stripper - table dancer, actually. Come one, you can give me better than that, can't you?" As he spoke, his fingers worked down the buttons of his shirt until it was open all the way and falling down around his shoulders while he stroked his own nipples. All the while he kept his eyes on Treize...
"I can?" Treize asked in a tease, pants completely off now, the tails of his shirt falling to the sides of his cock.
Keeping his eye on that lovely bit of Treize's anatomy, Zechs unzipped his own fly, pulling it open to reveal a velvety deep red bulge between his legs - the thong that got Treize so hot. He stroked it dreamily with one hand, the other still running through his hair. His eyes grew heavy-lidded, and he smiled seductively at his lover. "Yeah," he husked, "you *can*...
Letting out a huff of breath at the sight before him, Treize ran a finger up the length of his own erection. "My lovely tease," he purred quietly, rolling his hips forward to his own taunting finger.
Long, golden lashes fluttered downwards briefly as Zechs gave himself a particular erotic caress and then he looked back at Treize's shaft. The blond's cheeks were flushed, lips parted to allow soft, ragged breaths to escape. "Who's teasing whom here, Count?" he whispered, then lifted his hips and slowly pushed his jeans down to the tops of his thighs. "It's a bit of both," Treize admitted with a tiny smirk, moaning quietly as he scraped the tip of a finger over the bundle of nerves below the head.
"Mmmm... that's it," Zechs breathed, fingers sliding under his jeans and pushing them even lower, revealing long, powerful thighs lightly dusted with pale gold hair. "Make it twitch..." Smirking back at Treize, he began to caress the tender skin near his crotch as his shirt slid down to his elbows.
"I don't have toe make it twitch," Treize murmured, a bit absently as he looked at his lover's crotch. "Just seeing you does it..." And it *did*, the throb worsening. He sat back, bottom resting against his heels as he started to languidly remove his shirt.
Azure eyes roamed appreciatively over the sculpted muscles of Treize's chest. He wasn't a big man, but his leanness was powerful, all delightful angles and curves that had always made Zechs a little wild when he ran his fingers over them. Letting his jeans drop to the floor, he lifted bare feet and placed them wide apart on the table top, letting his knees fall open to give Treize a full view. "Show me what you're going to give me tonight. Show me your ass..."
A soft exhalation of breath left Treize as he turned smoothly, back to Zechs now, as he started to finish working his shirt off. "Like this, Zechsy?"
"Mmmm, yeah... you're getting there... but that wretched shirt is blocking my view.."
"Hmn." He slid it off his shoulders, the cloth entirely blocking the view of his bottom before he let it fall from his arms.
A wave of adrenaline washed through Zechs at the sight. So tight and smooth, and how much he wanted to touch it... "Show me more, my noble Count..."
"This would be easier, you know, if we had music," Treize smiled, shifting forward onto his knees, legs spreading for his lover's pleasure.
The blond man nearly came at the sight, having to squeeze himself hard to prevent it. With a trembling hand, he opened a tiny drawer in the side of the dining table and pulled out the remote they kept there.
"What kind of music suits you, love?" he panted softly, eyes on the exquisite cleft between Treize's buttocks.
"Something soft, but with a beat," he murmured, not doing more than sway just then, back still to his lover.
"I know just the thing," sighed Zechs, pointing the remote towards the stereo. A sultry, low song began playing, with a good baseline, exotic and delicate Latin guitar work, and a softly throbbing beat.
A soothing wash over his ears, the throb of the music matching nearly perfectly to his pulse. "Yes. Just like that, Zechs," he uttered as he turned back around, kneeling in front of his lover, legs spread apart. "Am I allowed off the table?"
"Of course," his lover purred, dropping his feet but keeping his legs spread wide apart. Giving Treize a teasing smile, he added, "See something here you like?"
"Mmm... many things I like, Miriald," he smiled, leaning forward enough to rub his hands over Zechs' building erection, still constrained in that soft cloth.
Zechs gave a deep sigh and leaned his head back, blond hair tumbling to within inches of the floor. With a ragged exhalation of breath, he lifted his hips to meet Treize's hand, moaning softly at the pressure and reaching up to bury his fingers in Treize's hair.
Leaning in more made his bottom tilted up higher than his torso, for a very nice view as two fingers crept under the velvet to touch skin.
"Ohhhh, *yes*..." Zechs arched up into the touch, squirming at the warmth of his lover's fingers against him. He looked up the length of Treize's back to where two tight, round globes pushed upwards, and he nearly came again. "Ahhh, *God* I want you..." he whispered.
"Mmm, then why not take me?" he teased.
Sitting up suddenly, Zechs pressed Treize's hand to him, still clutching Treize's hair, azure eyes locked on sapphire and his lips brushing the other man's. "Tear it off of me," he whispered.
"Yes..." A soft purr, and then he wrenched that strip of fabric off of Zechs; they'd repaired the ties to it many times, so it came off easily, just a wad of soft fabric in his hand.
Zechs hissed at the feel of the fabric ripping off of him. A soft growl broke from his lips and he grabbed hold of Treize's arms and pushed him down to lie with his back on the table.
"Ohh, kinky," Treize teased softly, stretching his legs out so they weren't caught behind him anymore. "You should see yourself, Zechs..."
"And just what is *that* supposed to mean?" Zechs said, frowning a bit at what seemed to be a break in the mood.
But Treize only sent the other man an entirely hazy, happy smile. "You're gorgeous -- you could serve yourself for dinner, you look so edible..."
The blond remained suspicious. "Hmmm... I thought *you* were on the menu this evening..." he said, lifting Treize's legs and pressing his cock against the warm, rounded bottom that was revealed.
Letting out a relaxed sound of pleasure, Treize rocked his hips fractionally towards that hardness. "I've always had a taste for being nicely skewered..."
Zechs chuckled softly, rubbing himself slowly, teasing the cleft open, bit by bit. "Mmmm, yes you have. Even that first year when I was still half a head shorter than you. Even then you let me scramble up between your legs sometimes..."
Treize smiled as he shifted near again, saying, "I figured it was more legal that way, in case anyone walked in on us."
The head of Zechs's shaft brushed over the tight pucker of Treize's entrance and Zechs moaned softly. "We were both illegal then," he said dreamily and then took a small bottle out of the drawer in the table. Opening it, he let some of the liquid inside drip down onto his cock and the set the bottle aside, rubbing the drops down his length and onto Treize.
A tingling heat spread from where those drops touched, making the skin there feel like it would when put in contact with pleasantly hot water. "Ah, Stars," Treize whispered softly, one hand lifting from propping himself up at the table, and moving to pull Zechs closer. "Now, Miriald."
Zechs didn't disappoint him. Lifting Treize's legs so that his lover's feet rested on the edge of the table, he put his hands on either side of Treize's hips and pushed in about halfway before stopping.
Just far enough to make Treize buck his hips, moaning in frustration. "Zechs!!"
"My, aren't we impatient this evening," Zechs said, his voice teasing but still sultry. He pulled out until the head of his shaft was just inside the tight ring of muscle, and then rocked his hips slightly, making quick, teasing thrusts only an inch or so into the other man. "Mmmm, you feel so *good*..."
Treize could only eke out short moaned, hips rocking futilely towards the aching teasing pressure. "Zechs," he whined, "Please... do it...."
A moment of hesitation and then the plea was heard, the need fulfilled. Zechs pushed in with one long, smooth thrust until his balls rested against Treize's body, and moaned at the tight heat enveloping him.
"Just the same every time," Treize sighed in heady satisfaction. "Just as good..."
"Mmm... as long as I'm not boring you Treize..." the blond murmured, "with all this sameness..." He pulled out and thrust in again, harder this time, his hands behind Treize's knees, gently pressing his legs farther apart.
Obliging gladly, Treize gave in, back lax against the wooden table-top. "Ohh... So thick, all there. Hard to get bored of something so great."
Zechs smiled, enjoying the sight of his lover lying there, so passive, so yielding. Treize wasn't this way most of the time they had sex - just occasionally, and Zechs savored each moment of it when it happened.
Grasping his lover's calves, Zechs extended the long, lean legs and then turned to press his lips to the back and side of Treize's knees, nuzzling the sensitive spots before licking them softly. "I love the taste of your skin..."
Chuckling at the ticklish touch, Treize squirmed a little, pushing back to force his lover's sex deep within him. "Oh, tease.... Such a tease," he moaned happily, curling up the little bit needed to pull Zechs against him, though it meant nearly bending himself in half. "*Now*."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Khushrenada," Zechs purred as he was pulled down, and began a steady rhythm of slow, deep thrusts.
"Ah, yessss," came the purring utterance, hips slowly rolling up towards Zechs' hardness. "You feel... mmm, wonderful inside me."
"Mmmm... and I *love* being there..." Zechs's voice was deep and breathy and his hands roamed over his lover's skin as the steady thrusting continued. Then he bent his head and took one of Treize's nipples in his mouth, sucking in a gentle rhythm that matched the movement of his shaft.
Tug, push, tug, push, twin sets of that motion that made Treize writhe for more, barely resting at all on the table-top. "Ah, Zechs... Zechs, Miriald... oh, this is so good -- it must be... illegal..."
Zechs nuzzled his way to the other nipple , murmuring against Treize's skin, "In some states, it *is*..."
As his suckling resumed his left hand groped for the small bottle of warming oil he'd left open on the table. he lifted it and drizzled some of the contents over Treize's erection, then put down the bottle again and began, very slowly, to rub it in.
"Ah, you're going to kill me with pleasure," Treize noted in a breathy moan, one hand clutching happily into Zechs' long strands of hair. It'd been like that since they were both in school -- a constant play of pleasure that had made studying very hard to do.
"Only little deaths, sweet Count... little deaths..." Zechs's thrusts were coming faster, harder and the table creaked under them in the same erotic rhythm.
"Many, many," Treize breathed, arching up to Zechs. "Close, close, so close... just... ah, Miri, hit that spot..."
After nearly ten years together, the two men knew each other's bodies almost as well as they did their own. That was how, when Zechs heard Treize's plea, he was able to shift his hips just slightly, make his movements smaller and more focused, and knew that now his cock was rubbing firmly against the sensitive nub of prostate.
More than just rubbing there, though -- stroking across it, sending tiny heated bolts of *need* through Treize's body, the muscles inside of him trembling and clutching tighter and tighter. "Ah, nearly there.... so hot, My Miriald..."
Long, golden fingers grasp Treize's erection and slid up and down it, spreading the oil over every part. Thumbs traced the rim of the swollen head and flickered over the sensitive area just below it before sliding again down to Treize's balls, then sliding up to do it all over again. "Ah, God," Zechs moaned, watching the other man, "you look so damned *hot*!"
"Feel so, ah!" whatever smirked comment he'd had coming cut off into a strangled voicing of pleasure, body rocking in the flow and pulse of orgasm. Hard breath sounded in the air between them. and Treize was sure it was his as he felt the pulse of fluid leave him, coating their stomachs.
Zechs slid his hands carefully off of Treize and hooked them on the edge of the table, pushing his shaft even deeper. He moaned loudly and let his head fall back, his hips now working of their own accord to pound into Treize. The the heat and the slickness of that tight passage got to him as well and he came, filling Treize from deep inside. "Ahhhh... *take* it, Treize!"
Just a holder for proof of his lover's passions, Treize laid there, body still trembling in the afterglow of his own orgasm, knowing fully that he'd done that for Zechs, made him feel so very good. "My love..."
Every move seemed to send electricity through Zechs, through the warm and wet physical connection they'd made with each other. He was still standing, leaning over Treize with pale gold hair covering his face, his body glowing with sweat and trembling with spent pleasure. "You are..." he murmured quietly, "the most beautiful creature on earth... and I adore you... even if it is illegal..."
One leg had fallen from Zechs's shoulder, and Treize had wrapped it around his lover's waist. "You should see yourself," was his husky murmur. "Being so beautiful should be illegal." He arched a little, trying to not move too much -- and risk loosing bodily contact -- to steal a kiss.
Zechs leaned forward, deepening the kiss and pressing Treize back down onto the table. He brought a hand up to caress the other man's cheek and stared into sapphire eyes. "Poor thing," he finally whispered. "You must be uncomfortable on that hard table... mayI carry you to bed?"
"Oh, I'd be honored," Treize murmured in a soft, breathy voice. "Couldn't dream of a better fate, in fact."
"Mmmm... beautiful man..." Zechs whispered as he gently pulled out of Treize. Turning a bit, he lifted his lover off of the table and carried him up the stairs to the bedroom, brushing his lips against Treize's as they went.
It was heaven, temptation and more, all wadded into one precious entity --and Treize was more than happy to be with him.
~ ~ ~
Relationships
Yes, this week I've decided to touch upon the bane of all lives, and yet the blessing to most lives.
Relationships.
*Everyone* has had one, or two, or nine, in their lifetimes. Some good, some bad, but none of us quite seem to know what to do when we find one that seems.... *right*.
Settle down with him/her/it. That's the highest piece of advice I can give you. Of course, my firmness in that belief may have to do with the upcoming anniversary between my mate and I.
To say that I'm giddy is an understatement, and because of that, this isn't going to be a 'do this this and this, and you'll have success' list. Because there's no guarantees for anything in this life. Just a string of hope after hope, and a *great* deal of luck...
I'd like to thank a few of my readers for giving warmth through their words and letters, of all sorts.
Praise is a wonderful thing, that's read over often and filed away lovingly for later reading.
And I finish this column with me feet and hind-end being kept toasty warm thanks to a lusciously warm fire that we've kindled in the fireplace.
Thank you to *all* my readers.
Henry, if you're still reading this rough, really, I *DO* plan on adding content.
When I... feel like it.
owari
(:./kumiko/town2)
