19 Jun 2000
DISCLAIMER: All Gundam Wing characters are property of Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Sotsu Agency, and Asahi TV. This work is not written for profit, but for entertainment purposes only.
Pairing: 13x6/6x13
WARNING: YAOI - even juicier LEMON (graphic m/m sex); heavy sap
Treize arose before Zechs did, and slid out from under the boy to slip into the bathroom. It was their final day there, for Zechs and he left on the same plane at midnight, to go to the nearest base and report. He mused over that as he washed, and the scent of roses assailed his nose, calming anxious nerves. Treize wanted it to last forever, but that was impossible -- they couldn't just stay in the estate for forever, no matter...
No matter how tempting.
Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel draped around his hips, he smiled at the bleary eyed boy in his bed. "Morning, Milliard."
Zechs looked up through a tangle of fair hair and blinked. "Mmmm..." was all the conversation he could manage before scrubbing at his face with the back of his hand, then running the same hand through his long bangs. He shivered a little in the chill morning air and then looked across the room to the window. "Only one more day," he said softly. "Tell me a way that we can make it last a long, long time."
Treize paced his way to the edge of the bed, and sat gingerly beside Zechs, smiling faintly. "I've no idea. Let's just enjoy ourselves..." And he leaned over to take a kiss from the tired looking boy.
Zechs savored the kiss, then slipped his arms around Treize's waist and rested his head on the man's shoulder. "Thank you again - for last night. You felt so good..."
A hand stroked up Zechs' back, to cup the back of his head. "No need to thank -- it was literally my pleasure. I've only let one other person do that, and he... was far, far less caring than you were. You're a wonderful lover, Milliard." Turning his head, he kissed Zechs' tousled hair. "I love you."
"Will you... will you do that to me? When I'm older?" Zechs' voice was dreamy, sounding more like the 13-year-old he was supposed to be than the much older person he appeared.
"Oh, yes," Treize purred. "Yes, and gladly, my love." To hear his lover sound like a child... was a pleasure.
The blond boy smiled to himself at the words, the promise. "Then I'll try to be patient," he said trailing a long finger over Treize's profile. "But I'll dream of it every night..." He tilted his head up, looking at the older man with eyes still heavy from sleep and whispered, "Please kiss me."
A request that he was more than happy to grant, bending ever so slightly to press his lips lightly against Zechs', before firmer, tongue probing gently, tracing against firm lips. /Mine. He's entirely mine.../
Zechs wrapped his arms around Treize's neck, pulling kisses from him until he grew dizzy. A gentle tug and he fell backward on the bed, bringing Treize with him. He'd had his quota of affection that he needed to come fully to consciousness and could laugh now, and bite Treize's ear gently. "Good morning, Treize!"
Nuzzling against soft skin, Treize smiled. "Yes, it is." His hands touched gently as Zechs' skin for a moment, before an idea hit him. "Milliard, let me... could you teach me how to massage you?" A smiled question.
"Mmmm... yes, of course. There are really only three rules: start with the palm and heel of your hand before you use your fingertips." Zechs reached for one of Treize's hands and kissed the flat of his palm slowly. "Move in from the middle of the body outward, in small circles that gradually get wider." He brought the hand down to his hip and began moving it in a slow, circular rub against his skin. "And firmer touches are better than light touches because then you won't tickle." The blond boy smiled up at his lover as he pressed down on the hand. The motions were having the intended effect and Zechs closed his eyes dreamily. "That's really all there is... that, and working with your partner to learn what he likes..."
Treize coaxed Zechs to lay on his back, and placed his palms on the boy's shoulders, beginning slow motion there, as he'd been instructed. "Then tell me what you like, love."
"Oh, I don't really know. I only ever *gave* them. I never had anyone offer to do one for me. I'm sure whatever you do will feel good, Treize." Another smile, full of adoration and trust.
Slowly, he began to knead at Zechs' shoulders and lower neck. "Well, tell me if something feels bad, then...?" he questioned, kissing the boy briefly on the lips.
"Mmmm..." came the contented agreement. Treize's hands were perfection, long, slim fingers sliding over Zechs' skin, so smooth... so warm. He finally surrendered to it and closed his eyes, letting the push of his lover's hands coax soft, pleasured sounds from him.
Slowly, crawlingly, Treize moved his massaging down to Zechs' upper arms, then his pecs. "Every muscle is as hard a a rock, lover," Treize uttered, loving the feel of the shifting muscles and unwinding knots beneath his palms.
"Mmm - thank you Victoria Base Academy," Zechs said, a smile on his face. "Although right now it feels as if they're all made of rubber. Are you sure you've never done this before?" Zechs had opened one bright, azure eye and was looking teasingly at Treize. "With some other boy, perhaps?"
"Not a single other soul -- I'm just doing such a good job at it because I love you so much," Treize smiled.
Zechs' smile was languid and heavy-lidded. "I don't understand *why* you do, Treize, but I'm so glad you do..." Treize's hands lifted for a brief moment and Zechs took the opportunity to roll onto his belly. "Can you do that to my back, too?" he asked in in the same, dreamy voice.
"Mm, gladly," came Treize's voice -- but the hands didn't start at Zechs' neck. They started the firm pressing at his buttocks. Teasing, really, to knead there, then work down to the back of his thighs, before kneading back over them, and finally up along his spine. "You're a work of art, my friend."
Soft sighs were coming from the young officer. His hips rose involuntarily with every firm stroke of his lover's hands and he felt himself harden suddenly. When Treize slid his hands to Zechs' back, the blond boy could only whimper in frustration, close his eyes and will his erection away.
"Shhh," Treize soothed, even as his hands moved to stroke at Zechs' tense shoulder blades. "I want to massage that last."
Mmmm... you're so cruel to me, Treize..." Zechs purred and rubbed his aching shaft against the bed. "So very, very cruel..."
"Don't you ever save the best for last...?" The smirk in his voice was audible, as those hands pressed firmly. "Tell me when you're relaxed enough... I could do this forever, Milliard."
At the moment, Zechs couldn't formulate an answer, lost as he was in the warm caresses of his lover. He moved against the bed like a cat savoring the pets from its owner. Then finally he the ache between his legs grew too urgent and he moaned softly, "Oh, Treize... sweet, sweet master... *please*..."
"Roll over," came the gentle instruction.
The blond did as he was told, rolling onto his back, letting his hair fan out across the sheets, gaze fixed on Treize's face and the smile of a dreamy madonna on his face.
"A perfect painting," Treize uttered, leaning down to kiss soft lips, even as his hands began to knead at the points of Zechs' pelvis, teasing inward. "Tell me, how do you like it best?"
One of Treize's thumbs brushed the sensitive skin on the inside of the blond boy's thigh and he gave a little gasp of pleasure, his legs automatically widening at the surge of heat it brought. "There," he whispered, "oh, *there...*"
A smile curled Treize's lips, as he began to knead there, massaging gently."Ah, so soft, Milliard -- you skin is always so, so soft."
Every touch, every movement of those long fingers made him writhe against the soft, cool sheets. The ache between his legs had grown intolerable and he moved a hand to stroke the almost painful erection, seeking release -any release.
And Treize's hand batted Zechs' away. "No -- I wish to do this." And he wrapped one palm around it, giving a single stroke. "But how do you like this best...?"
Without thinking, Zechs arched his back off the bed and gave a soft cry. "Any... anything... oh, God... it feels so good!"
"Wonderful," the older man smiled, still stroking gently, as he let his other hand drift to pinch Zechs' nipples.
Too much. It was all to much to take and Zechs' head moved restlessly from side to side on the bed. Small whimpers accompanied each panted breath and his hands gripped the sheets beneath him as if they would rip them from the bed. "Treize! Oh, faster... please... please..."
"Good things take time, love," came the smiled words, as Treize's mouth touched the inside of his thigh. But the hand did speed slightly, gradually picking up the pace. "I love you, and I so badly want this to last forever."
The blond boy had been aroused for some time now, but not until he felt that warm mouth on such an intimate part of him did he feel truly wanton. He gave a low moan and his legs fell open, driven by some instinct deep inside of him. He wanted nothing more than to be burned to ashes by the fire Treize sent through his blood and the low, throaty noises coming from him were eloquent testimony to that fact. /I'm dying... it's a thousand little deaths and I only want more.../
The mouth kissed there, inching upward slowly, biting and leaving a little trail of pain and pleasure behind it. Soft strands of golden-brown hair rubbed against the boy's scrotum, tickling the skin there, even as the stroking began to build in speed, and Treize lifted his head to take the tip into his mouth. "You're so beautiful," he uttered, before taking it in, deep, in to the hilt, fingers still stroking and teasing at the base.
An incoherent cry was all that Zechs could give in reply and he found himself once again on the edge of a deep, deep precipice, waiting for free fall.
/Mine./ Treize fluttered his tongue beneath the head, moving up and down on the perfect shaft. /Come, Zechs, come.../ His hand skirted down to tug and roll the boy's balls.
A scream of pleasure tore from the boy as he gripped the sheets below him and arched his back, hips moving in the unconscious rhythm that only sex can cause. His eyes were closed, face blissful with cheeks flushed a dusky pink and his lips parted, panting out the effect of his release as he flooded Treize's mouth.
It splashed the back of his throat, and he could only swallow, tasting little until he drew back from it, licking the beautiful tip; savoring the flavor there. "I love you, Milliard," Treize breathed heavily, licking softening, sensitive skin.
Zechs was whimpering softly, still lost in the shocks of pleasure coursing through his body. He needed something - wanted it badly, but couldn't quite get the words out. So he tangled his fingers in silky waves of hair and gave a little tug, wanting his man, and needing to thank him with kisses and touches.
Treize followed the guide of those fingers, and found his lips touching Zechs, moments before he dove into kissing and loving his friend. Warm mouth under his, at his command... yes, Zechs was his. "Love you," he uttered, again and again between nipping and aching kisses.
"Ahh... Treize." Zechs breathed between ragged breaths and kisses like fire. "Love you, too. Want you so badly... even... mnnn... when I've had so much... still want more... ohhh, can't get enough... of you..."
"I know... know so badly..." More kisses, as if they could never end. "You're mine, love -- remember that... even when I can't see you..." He bite lightly at Zechs' lips. "I love you."
Zechs broke off a kiss and put his hands on either side of Treize's face, staring up into the man's eyes as if he were trying to read a fascinating but mysterious text. His palms remained still and he let his thumbs sweep across the nobleman's cheeks before running them over the softly bruised mouth. Then he smiled softly. "Dear God, but it makes me dizzy when you say I'm yours."
"Don't lose your balance," Treize breathed softly, kissing Zechs again, the thumbs that touched his lips.
A break to catch their breath and then Zechs murmured against the older man's mouth, "Too late..." and claimed another deep kiss.
That brought a smile to reddened and full lips, as Treize pulled the boy against him, lean body pressed against the other's lean body. "I think I'll wile away the morning abed with you, love..."
His words made Zechs groan with pleasure. The blond boy wrapped his arms and legs around the older man and covered his jaw line and neck with open-mouthed kisses.
A pleased sigh left Treize, as his own hands stroked over Zechs' body. "Ah, yes, this is heaven... if I die tomorrow, I'll die knowing true joy... thank you, love."
Zechs drew back from him a bit and glared, his eyes ice-blue daggers. "If you die tomorrow, I'll kill you!" Then he frowned in bewilderment at his own oxymoron and, finally, laughed, burying his face against Treize neck.
Smiling, Treize kissed the part of Zechs' head that he could reach. "I'd thought so. Don't worry, though. I'll just simply hold these days in my heart forever, and all the ones after it."
The blond sighed happily and began sucking on the tender skin between Treize's neck and shoulder before wriggling down further under the man and licking at a soft nipple, feeling it stiffen against his tongue.
Treize's body arched toward that mouth, even as Treize's hands tangled in the boy's hair. "Ah, you learned fast... just how to get me..." his erection pressed against Zechs' abdomen, hard, aching.
"Mmmm..." Zechs played with the sensitive nub of skin for a moment, sucking first, then flicking the very tip of his tongue over it fast and hard. He pressed up against the stiff member above him and whimpered softly. "Treize..." he whispered in between suckling kisses, "Pretend for me... pretend... that you're fucking me... *please*..." And with that he wrapped long, slim legs around the older man's hips.
"My love," Treize purred, moving a hand to slide his erection between perfectly formed buttocks. "I'm honored to." A slow, easy stroke was taken, and he shiver at the tightness even that provided.
A soft moan came from the blond boy, who pressed a hungry mouth to Treize's chest and ate at him slowly, bucking his hips gently, in rhythm to his lover's movements. "Oh, yes..."
"This is the best I can manage, but... oh, heavens, it's tight, Milliard," Treize purred, leaning down to kiss his lover, even as his hips kept rocking.
Zechs' heart raced, shots of adrenalin pouring in as Treize moved against him and his mouth was taken deeply. "Treize..." he breathed against his lover's warm lips. "I know I shouldn't, but I want it so much..."
Faintly, Treize shifted his hips, to nudge gently against the small entrance, before returning to how he'd been moving before. "I know... I want it, too."
A frustrated whimper, well-tempered with intense pleasure, escaped the blond boy. His arms tightened around Treize's arms and he stared up at the face of his lover, eyes pleading, and adoring. "You're everything I've ever wanted..." he whispered.
"And now I have you," Treize breathed softly, hips still moving.
The boy had to close his eyes - the pleasure was simply too intense and it was rising rapidly with ever sweet press of Treize's shaft against him. He let his head fall back, savoring the primitive, erotic rhythm, a rhythm learned so recently that nonetheless seemed to Zechs to have always belonged to him - simply lying in wait for the time he would meet Treize Khushrenada...
Breath coming to him in heated gusts, Treize pressed closer, so that Zechs' erection ground against his stomach. "My love... come for me, Milliard. My slave, my friend, my soul..."
"Oh, yes master..." the boy panted, loving the order and thrilled to obey. He arched his back, wriggling until he felt the blunt head of Treize's shaft press at his entrance, the mere whisper of its touch enough to bring release - a release that seemed an endless chain of pulses and contractions and the feeling that he was completely and utterly surrounded by Treize.
Just the knowledge of his lover's pleasure, the erotic squirmings beneath him, the muscled cheeks he was wedged between, was enough to bring him off, biting his lip before he moved a little, catching Zechs' mouth in his.
For a moment, during the kiss, the rhythm of each one's release synchronized and when they did, Zechs felt as if he and Treize were two sides of the same person, pulsing together like two halves of heart pumping blood, their movements were exquisitely complimentary, Treize pressing down as Zechs arched up, their tongues warring softly in heated mouths in the same, pulsing rhythm. For a moment, they simply didn't exist without each other.
And Treize didn't want to exist without Zechs, and swore in his mind to not ever do so. As his orgasm ebbed and he gently broke the kiss, he sagged onto the bed, pulling Zechs with him. "Ah, you wear me out, my love -- but it's a delicious exhaustion. Rest with me? I like listening to you breath."
Zechs moved close to Treize and fit himself against the older man, the silky head snuggling up under the other's chin. "No one better than you, Treize... no one..."
Treize's arms wrapped tight around the boy, and he couldn't help but smile, even as he dragged the covers up over them a little. "Someday, Milliard, we'll be together, without anyone trying to stop us. Someday it will just be you and I, every day, for eternity."
Zechs hadn't thought he'd been sleepy, but their intense couplings combined with warm touches and words sweeter than anything he'd ever heard were drawing his eyes closed. He gave Treize's skin one more kiss and murmured, "Dear God, I love you..." And then he was lost to sleep.
"Yes," Treize agreed, shifting to rest along with the boy. His eyes closed, and for a moment, a flash of light danced behind his lids, like an exploding mech. But he brushed the thought away and fell asleep again with his love in his arms.
End of Part 15
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