2 Dec 2000
The next chapter - a difficult dinner for Zechs.
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.
PAIRINGS: 6X9 AND 13X6
WARNING: yaoi & het groping
They were six at table that night, Relena choosing one end and encouraging Zechs to sit at the other. Noin immediately sat to his left, hurrying to her seat but trying not to be too conspicuous about it. Treize, with a very self-satisfied look, took the chair to Zechs's right, directly across the table from Noin. She tried briefly to make him feel guilty by giving him a look that was half glare, half hurt frown, but it did nothing to that cat-got-the-canary smile, so she gave up and focused on everyone else but Treize.
Sally sat next to Noin, and Howard was next to Treize, with Relena completing the party at the other end of the beautifully laid oval table. "Well," she said, "it's... good... that you can all be here with us tonight... Brother? Would you like to say a few words?"
Zechs had been giving all of his attention to the china pattern on his dinner plate and looked up rather abruptly at his sister's ghastly suggestion. /A few words? She wants me to say a few words?? What the hell can I say? I've got Treize on one side, Noin on the other -/ "Ahh!"
He gave a little cry as Noin's hand slipped under the table and lightly grasped his left thigh, squeezing it fondly. He tried to smile at her but wasn't at all sure it came out that way.
"Oh, well," he stalled "uh... to dear friends," he finally managed, holding up a small glass of sherry that Ender had seen fit to put at every place.
"To friends," they all murmured, and sipped.
"Zechs was about to join them when he felt Treize's hand on his right knee, and nearly lost his glass.
"Anything wrong, Zechs?" Noin asked, grazing her hand along his inner thigh.
"No!" he squeaked back. "No, not at all." He turned to Treize, intended to give him a look, but the man was positively beaming at him and he lost his nerve.
Relena was looking at them all suspiciously, but, true diplomat that she was, managed to recover and turned to Sally. "The gardens are especially lovely this time of year, aren't they? It's always hard to go inside at the end of a summer day."
"Yes, they're very lovely," Sally agreed, and the two women began discussing which cut flowers they preferred.
Howard, not really much of a cut flower fan, turned to Treize and began to ask about how his recovery had gone.
That left Noin and Zechs. The dark-haired woman leaned in close and caught Zechs's eye. "Can we slip off after dinner? Just the two of us? I'd really love to talk - just the two of us."
"Of course," Zechs answered, concerned about the serious expression on her face. "We... need to talk..." /But what am I going to say? That I'm in love with two people? But I don't really believe in that - not being in love the same way... So who is it I love, the way people do when they spend their lives together. I thought for sure it was Noin.../
"Thanks," she whispered, and as she gave him a pretty smile her fingertips grazed his crotch.
"Noin..." he said, voice a little breathy, "please -"
"That's another reason for getting away," she whispered, leaning forward more. The dress she'd changed into was low cut and it pushed her breasts together as she leaned in. She ran a finger lightly over them while he watched, and continued to stroke him, feeling his shaft begin to stir under the cloth of his trousers.
"I want you so much, Zechs... want to do what we did on the ship... as soon as we can..."
She had discreetly moved her finger so that she could scrape the nail against one of her nipples, and now it was hardening, showing plainly through the clingy fabric of her dress. Zechs was having difficulty tearing his eyes away and his cheeks were slightly flushed. /What the devil is she doing? She's never done anything like *this* before./
"What was the hardest part of your recovery, Miriald?"
Zechs nearly jumped. He turned to Treize, who was asking the question, Howard listening in. "My... my recovery? Ah, well..."
"I don't know about you," Treize jumped in, noting his friend's flushed cheeks, "but the greatest trouble for me was getting the strength in my legs back." As he said this, his fingers caressed Zechs's other thigh, moving slowly upwards.
"Treize, that's not a good idea," Zechs murmured, hoping the man's fingers would stop before they got too far.
"I found intense muscle massage very helpful in gaining that strength back," Treize continued. "I believe it has something to do with blood flow..."
At that point Treize's fingers rubbed softly against Zechs, lower than Noin's were and the blond felt his face grow extremely warm. "I... I don't think... ah..."
"What is it, sweetheart?" Noin asked, her face completely innocent.
/She thinks it's only her doing this... what should I do??? Just get up and leave the room...??
"It sounds like you had a real good physical therapist," Howard was saying somewhere down the table. Zechs was trying to pay attention to what he and Treize were saying, but the fingers exploring him were making that impossible and it was all he could do not to moan out loud as the rubbing and squeezing grew firmer.
"Brother," Relena's voice came from the far end of the table. Zechs looked up at her and just as he did, Noin's fingers met Treize's and he gave a muffled shriek.
Noin glared across the table at Treize, who simply smirked at her and arched an elegant eyebrow. Neither one of them, however, moved their hands.
"What's wrong?" asked Relena, arching an eyebrow.
/Oh, everything.../ "Nothing, what was you're question?"
"I was wondering if you and Noin wouldn't rather have your wedding down by the lake?" She gave a little wink at Noin and then looked back at Zechs.
"Oh, that would be lovely," Noin said, giving a push at Treize's hand with her fingertips. "Don't you think so, Zechs?" Another glare was cast Treize's way.
Zechs opened his mouth to say something but Treize spoke first. "Now Miriald, if you do get married, and you want it outside, it will be in the rose garden, yes?" As he spoke his fingers latched on tighter to Zechs's crotch.
"I prefer the lake," Noin said, her voice quavering a bit as she tried to pinch Treize's fingers under the table cloth.
Zechs gave a soft whimper.
"It might not be your wedding, dear Lucrezia," Treize said smoothly, picking up her hand and removing it from Zechs.
The blond saw his opportunity and stood immediately, bowing to Relena and murmuring something that sounded apologetic before fleeing the room.
Everyone at the table watched him go and then slowly turned their heads back to each other. Relena, Sally, and Howard were baffled, but Treize and Noin just stared at each other across the table.
With a liquid ease of movement, Treize brought his hand up from under the table and rested his chin on it. Gazing frankly at his former Lieutenant, he smiled softly and then murmured, "I believe that round was a draw."
End of Part 14
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