21 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: Extremely juicy lemon; heavy sap; fencing
"Surely you wouldn't *let* me win, would you?" The boy had turned around and was looking rather offended at the thought.
"Never," Treize said seriously. "But I can hope that you do win." And with a faint wink, he slid an arm around Zechs' waist. "Just do your best, and I'll do mine, and we'll see who's the victor."
Zechs tried to look fierce and pushed away from the tall nobleman. "Now don't get me distracted. Do you have a sabre?"
"Two, in fact," Treize uttered.
Zechs lifted the one Treize handed to him and found it to be an excellent blade with near perfect balance. He took a few practice lunges with it and was happy with the result. "We don't need to get into fencing kit, do we?" he asked taking another lunge and parrying an invisible opponent.
Treize tapped his own in the flat of his palm. "Not unless you want it."
"No, it's just a nuisance as far as I'm concerned," Zechs said, keeping a watchful eye on the tapping sword. /Rather like a cat, twitching it's tail before pouncing.../
He walked to the center of the floor and waited for his opponent.
Treize strode to the centre of the floor, smiling, before he executed an eloquent bow.
Zechs chose to give a fencing salute, not wanting his opponent to gain an advantage while his head was down. Having done so, he fell into the opening stance and gave Treize's blade a few challenging taps.
Treize was smiling, expression that of deadly calm. "Don't waste your energy doing that," he whispered, before making his first lunge.
Zechs parried the thrust and counterattacked. "Well, it got your attention didn't it?" he murmured and charged forward.
"Talking is also a waste of energy during a duel," Treize smiled, sidestepping as Zechs' blade slid off his.
Zechs laughed out loud. "You don't remember, do you? You talked all the way through our first duel. And *I* was the one who said it was bad form! How times change..." the blond mused as he stepped back to steady himself then took another charging advance, driving Treize toward the wall behind him.
"Mm, yes, but this is a case of do as I say, not as I do," Treize smiled wickedly, letting Zechs take the advantage until he found a suitable place to stop it.
Zechs' strength had always been his charges. They had often been his weaknesses as well, but he forgot about that and began one last set, pressing his advantage until his lover was literally up against the wall.
He left too much open when he charged, and Treize only had to side-step the last one, spinning away to bring his blade lightly against the back of Zechs' neck.
Zechs sighed. Still facing the wall, he said in mock frustration, "Am I ever going to win against you?", throwing his arms out to the side and appearing to beseech the gods. Slowly he turned around and saluted Treize. "Well-fought. I always lose on those long lunge sequences."
Treize let his blade drop down, without ever having drawn a drop of blood. "I'm sure you'll learn yet, Milliard. You have a natural skill that simply needs to be honed."
"Yes, yes, I know. Practice, practice, and more practice." Zechs sighed again and then looked up at Treize through long, golden lashes. "Well, since I'm the loser do you want me to carry you upstairs on my shoulders? Make you dinner? Fan you during a bath, or maybe muck out the horse stalls?"
"Well, I'd like you to draw a bath, then cover yourself with Maraschino cherries and... no, that would make a mess. Hmn. Hold on," he teased gently.
Zechs blushed, and then collected himself and rolled his eyes. "Yes it *would* make a mess and besides, I refuse to believe that *you* of all people would like the taste of Maraschino cherries. Even if *I* was under them.
"Ah, true -- I'd rather prefer you covered with merengue," came the smirked words, as he took Zechs' sword from him. "But truly -- upstairs, pack first, just so we'll be ready, and then I want you in my room."
Zechs kept his eyes locked on Treize's and whispered, "Yes, master." Then he turned and headed out of the room.
As he put away the swords, Treize couldn't shake his mind of that sight --that heated gaze, the tone Zechs had used... It made him harder than rock, made him want, want so badly to be inside his lover, his slave and pet.
Zechs packed with trembling hands, completely at a loss as to what to expect from Treize. It was exciting in a strange way, and also somewhat frightening and he was trying to reconcile the two emotions within him. When everything had been packed, he put the suitcase near the door and then walked into Treize's suite.
Treize stood in the centre of his room, and made a beckoning gesture to Zechs. "Come, Milliard. I want you to stand before me and undress."
The blond boy hesitated for just a moment, and then crossed to where Treize was standing. He locked his gaze onto the face of his lover as he lifted a leg and planted his foot squarely on Treize's thigh. Without shifting that gaze he slowly untied his shoe and slid it and his sock off, sending them tumbling down the tall man's leg to the floor.
The same move again, opposite foot, opposite thigh, and he stood barefoot before Treize.
That had been utterly unexpected, but very erotic of Zechs to do, and Treize was sure his hardness could be noted through his pants. "Now your shirt," he said in a husky tone.
The gaze remained, azure on deeper blue, as Zechs rested his fingers on his hips and slowly moved them upwards, across his belly to his chest, pausing a moment to rub the fabric over his nipples, causing them to push out against the softness of his shirt. A few more inches and he was at the top button. He pulled it open with one hand and moved to the rest, his other hand following behind to part the fabric and expose the smoothly muscled chest beneath. When the shirt was open all the way, he moved a hand up to the opposite shoulder and slid it under the material, pushing it off of him and letting it fall to the crook of his elbow. His breathing had quickened and he opened his lips slightly, breath stirring the stray golden strands of hair near his face, as his hand moved to the other shoulder. Finally, he pressed his hands to the top of his chest and slid them down to caress his nipples again, running his palms lightly over them, eyes still locked onto Treize. Then he dropped his arms and the shirt fell like a feather to the ground.
"My love," Treize breathed, the noise almost a pant as he fought for his control. Zechs knew and knew well what he was doing to him. He reached out with a hand, slowly, touching lightly at the golden skin of Zechs' lean torso. Softer than velvet, or the fur of a baby animal. The room remained silent, save for Zechs' heavy breaths, and Treize's own, which were nearly as audible as his lover's. "You're like Apollo, waiting for a worshiper." In a fluid motion, Treize fell to his knees before the half-clothed boy, and nuzzled his face against Zechs' crotch.
A soft moan escaped the boy and he closed his eyes at the surge of pleasure that intimate touch brought with it. He pressed his hand against the back of Treize's head and moved softly against the exploring mouth. "Oh, but... master," he whispered, "I'm the one... ahhh!... who should be on my knees before you."
There was cloth between them, and Treize sat back on his haunches at last, eyes flickering frustrated, even as he reigned himself in. "Later," he breathed to Zechs. "Later. For now... take off your pants."
There was urgency in Treize's voice, so Zechs simply unbuttoned his fly and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his trousers, skimming them and his underwear off in a smooth motion and tossing them to the floor.
The older man was on him like a hungry animal, kissing his flat belly, nuzzling down, until he mouth touched the tip of Zechs' erection, which was quickly engulfed. Treize couldn't have withstood the temptation any longer.
Zechs dug his hands into Treize's hair and threw his head back, giving a cry at the sudden feeling of enclosure. Such urgency... such unbearable heat. And Treize's insistence made it all so wonderfully erotic, so deliciously wanton. It felt almost as if his feet were no longer touching the floor...
Hard, needy sucking at the boy's hot organ, one hand steadying Zechs, the other lightly but firmly rubbing at his balls. He wanted so badly to just finish this, unzip his pants and fuck him, but...
"Oh dear God!" Zechs' voice was a soft whisper, his body shuddering at the touch of Treize's hands on him. Small, panted whimpers were drawn out of him in rhythm with his lover's mouth, feeding on him like a starving man at a banquet. Every muscle in his body slowly tensed at the same time, the need for release so strong that at last it made him scream Treize's name and flood the man's mouth with bittersweet fluid, pulse after pulse after pulse...
Drinking it down like nectar, like fine wine, Treize even suckled at the flaccid member once it had stopped pulsing, only pulling back one he'd been satisfied with his work. Breath came hard to him, as he lifted his gaze to look up Zechs body, to bright Azure yes. "I needed to do that."
"What about you, though?" Zechs breathed, still unsteady from the intensity of the release.
"I'm fine," Treize murmured, "And it will be dealt with later..." He rose from his knees, standing in front of Zechs. "Undress me."
"Yes, master," Zechs breathed, laying his palms flat against the older man's chest and rubbing softly outward until he found the sensitive nubs, hardened already by Treize's desire. While one hand moved to open the buttons on the shirt, Zechs' mouth nuzzled at one taut nipple, sucking it through the fabric and giving soft nips just at the tip. When the shirt was unbuttoned, he ran his hands up Treize's back and then dragged the shirt off of his shoulders with his fingernails, pressing his mouth to the other nipple as he did so, and moaning softly with returning desire.
Hands settled on his shoulders, and a raw moan left Treize's throat, head falling back from the relaxation he felt. "Oh, yes, Milliard -- just like that..." Encouragement, for beautiful actions he wanted to feel forever. The little spikes of pain from the nails only proved more arousing than anything else...
A warm and open mouth spread kisses down Treize's belly as Zechs' fingernails followed down the length of his back. When the boy's hands had finally cupped Treize's buttocks, they began to knead and spread, as Zechs open each button of his lover's fly with a clever mouth and lovely, white teeth. Trousers dropped to the floor and as Treize stepped out of them Zechs slid his fingers up under the fabric covering the beautifully formed globes he kneaded, pulling them apart gently and letting warm fingers trail down the cleft. At the same time, he fell upon the rock-hard erection before him and sucked hard at it through the soft cotton of Treize's underwear. Before long the golden boy was moaning with desire and the fabric that covered the long, rigid shaft was completely soaked through.
"I need you," came Treize's soft moan. "Ohh, god, I need you, I need you..." His hands tangled into Zechs' hair, those luxurious blonde strands, and kneaded, even as he pressed his shaft closer for Zechs' attention. "My love... no teasing, please..."
One smooth movement was all it took on Zechs' part and the barrier between his lips and Treize's straining erection was gone. He pulled the organ out a bit from the older man's body and the took in as much as he could, still a bit awkward but eager to please. He let his hands explore the soft skin on the inside of his lover's thighs, the silky scrotum, and the tender place between the turgid shaft and the small, tight entrance. It felt so soft there... so hot... He used the tip of one finger and rubbed firmly, his fingers sliding every so often between the crack of round, tight buttocks.
A chant rose from Treize's lips -- a chat on Zechs' real name, and of want, small huffs of 'yes'. He was careful to not rock his hips too far forward, but, gods, he needed it, wanted it so badly... And Zechs' eagerness only made it better.
The blond boy worked hard to relax his throat and every time he did, Treize slid in further until the moment came where he had to give up control completely or choke. He tensed for only a second and thought he might have done it wrong but then he felt it - one of the most strange and erotic feelings he'd ever known - Treize thrusting to the back of his mouth... and down into his throat. A long, soft groan came from deep inside him as his arms went limp, clinging weakly to Treize's hips and the older man pumped into him. He was just a passageway now, existing only for the pleasure of his powerful lover and the sheer wantonness of it drove him closer and closer to another release/
Once he'd realised what Zechs had done, Treize stayed still, letting the boy's throat adjust. Gods, even HE hadn't tried that until years after he'd first started. The sight of his lover, nose pressed against his own flat stomach, was too much. His hands moved from Zechs' hair to his shoulder, holding him up as he made those last few strokes to reach blissful completion.
/Such a strange feeling... can't even taste him all that much. He's just pumping it down my - oh dear God! What he's doing to me... Yours, Treize... only yours and only for you... use me up... use me.../ Another groan and release washed through the blond boy, wanting something to thrust against so badly, but too weak to do it. He was a limp and pulsing creature, held up only by Treize's strong hands and shuddering pleasure until he thought he might faint.
They were both breathing heavily, as Treize pulled out of Zechs' mouth, both leaning on and trying to support Zechs. "Are you all right?" he asked, voice heavy.
"Did it feel good...?" Zechs breathed and then dropped his arms to the ground to brace himself and the man above him.
Treize slowly knelt beside Zechs, still breathing hard. "God, yes.... you didn't even have to ask that..." No way they were going to get to the bed yet, so he wrapped his arms around Zechs, and coaxed him to lay back with him on the soft carpet.
Such a relief, to feel the softness under him, and Treize's arms around him. He nuzzled against Treize's jawline, closing his eyes and sighing softly. "You felt... so amazing..."
"You taste delicious and give better than you received," Treize smiled, kissing his lover's forehead. "So sweet... but when we're on duty, don't ever bow to me... I might faint."
Zechs smiled as he lifted his head and kissed Treize, one hand coming up to caress the older man's cheek before burying fingers in silky, golden-brown hair. "I'll just salute," he breathed against warm lips, and went back to the kiss.
Sapphire eyes drifted closed, and he stretched lean legs a little, before tugging Zechs closer, deepening the kiss. When he pulled back, he murmured, "Salute? Mmm, maybe I'd rather you bowed."
Running a fingertip around the outside of Treize's ear, Zechs stared up at Treize and smiled. "Bowing, saluting - which one is it, sir. The junior officers under your command are going to need your authority... and direction."
"Well. You will salute when we're in public," he began decisively, "And bow when we're in private. In private, I shall also -- gladly -- bow."
"Count on it, sir," Zechs murmured, and rolled over so that he straddled Treize's hips. His hair tumbled around them and he claimed Treize's mouth in a fierce kiss.
End of Part 17
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