11 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 - very juicy citrus; over-the-top sap; one final Une confrontation confrontation
"Yes?" Treize growled.
"The lady Une's jeep will not start, and the storm is getting worse..." the butler called from beyond the door.
"Hell," he swore quietly, keeping Zechs close in his arms. "Put her in a guest room on the other side of the house."
"Very good sir."
Zechs looked dazed for a moment, then asked, "Does this mean I have to have breakfast with her?"
"It means we'll be having breakfast in bed," Treize spoke smoothly, shifting lower in the sheets, and dragging Zechs down with him. "Now, where's your sweet hand again..."
Zechs bit his bottom lip, still uncertain about the woman who would be staying the night, but held out a trembling hand. Long, slender fingers tingled in anticipation of the older man's ministrations and once again his eyes were captured and he was pinned helplessly in an intense, blue gaze. "Oh, Treize..."
"You taste wonderful," the older man purred, licking the tip of one finely formed finger.
/Strange how quickly he make it all come back - that feeling... my heart racing and not quite breathing right... wish I understood it all.../ Treize hit a sensitive point and the very tip of his middle finger, and Zechs let out a harsh breath. There seemed to be a direct link between that spot and his growing arousal, and his back arched up without him even thinking to do it. And again, he could only stare at that lovely, aristocratic face.
Treize continued those touches, while his other hand crept down between Zechs' legs, grasping the hardness there.
Trying. He was trying so hard, to keep his body calm, to keep his eyes open, to keep his wits about him, but Zechs was losing all three fights. There was a race of adrenalin at the touch of heated fingers on him, and then his hips pressed forward into Treize's hand and his eyes closed and he turned his head to the side and whimpered softly.
"My love, I want you to feel pleasure," Treize spoke, letting the fingers slip from his mouth as he moved to take Zechs' mouth in his.
The kiss sank him. He was pulled under it as if it were a wave and the world was moving and spinning above him. The only thing to do was hold on tightly to Treize and give up everything to him. Zechs hands gripped the strong arms around him and he pressed himself to the older man, wanting to go right through his skin.
Perfection. Treize pulled Zechs close against him, skin to skin, and kept kissing the boy as his fingers danced over a hardness that fit perfectly in his hand.
The blond boy groaned softly and buried his face against Treize's warm skin, breathing harshly. His hips seemed to have a will of their own, thrusting against the silky heat of his lover's hand.
It all felt so damned overwhelming. Zechs had been used to solitude for the majority of his life and, with the exception of his sister's company, and the precious times he had spent with his father, solitude had been what he'd liked most. But Treize had turned all of that upside down. Since he had been reacquainted with Treize, solitude had become less and less attractive. And now - well now it seemed to Zechs that the tall nobleman was necessary for him to breathe. There seemed no way, when they were in bed like this, to get close enough to him.
A particularly satisfying thrust made him throw his head back on the pillow and he opened his eyes to see Treize looking down at him. He couldn't get the words out, so he fixed his gaze on that beautiful face, balanced on the edge of the precipice, adoring the man who was pushing him over.
"I love you," Treize purred, continuing to stroke the hand as he met that worshipful gaze with one of his own that was equally worshipful. Did Zechs have any idea what he did to and for him? How he brought life to his days and to his mind...? /Someday, he'll know,/ Treize mused, staring deep into the azure eyes. /Someday./
"Treize," Zechs managed to whisper, "Love you... so much... ahh... give you... everything..." The push was complete and now he was falling a long, long way down, pleasure flooding him in waves as he closed his eyes, and moaned.
"Mine." The only noise from Treize as he slid his other hand to touch himself even as he completed Zechs; it didn't take much touch, and he tumbled shortly after the boy had.
Once more, floating down to earth. Feeling his body's reluctance to let go of the intense joy, and hearing only their heavy breathing as muscles sent a few last aftershocks. Zechs could feel the scarlet in his cheeks as he reached a hand up, tangled long fingers in his lover's hair, and pulled the man down to him in a long, sweet kiss.
Zechs' mouth opened easily to Treize's, and the older man began to languidly map the interior of it. /All mine... my love. My Milliard./ His alone, and Zechs would never be anyone else's. That knowledge comforted him, knowing that if one of them did die in the war, that he would wait for Zechs and visa versa. /My friend... It pains me to see you doubt yourself as you do -- hurts to hear you berate yourself for imperfection in the eyes of others./ "My perfect, beautiful friend," Treize husked out as the kiss trailed off. "My lover. I could stay here abed with you for eternity."
"And I would want to be here with you," Zechs whispered. "No place else... no one else... my earth and sky..." Another deep kiss,and Zechs pushed gently against his lover. They rolled slowly, erotically, until the blond boy lay half-astride of Treize, a leg between the older man's thighs. Zechs' hair spilled over his shoulders and drew a fine, golden curtain between the lovers and the harsh reality that lay beyond Treize's bed.
But just then, only the bed existed -- the bed and Zechs, that was all that mattered in the world to Treize. "My heart, Milliard, and my soul," Treize murmured, arching up to brush a kiss across pressure reddened lips. "There will be days where you will doubt that I have a soul... So I need you to keep it and my heart safe."
"I could never think something like that of you." Zechs voice was soft, but his tone was fierce. "But if you've given them to me, there will be no safer place for them." He drew his fingertips across one, perfect cheek, then kissed the older man, softly. "I'll guard them with my life, Treize -I promise you that."
"Good," Treize spoke against those sweet lips, "because when you die, I'll follow.
A faint gleam came into Zechs' eyes. "Oh no you won't," he said, voice softly playful. "Your secretary wouldn't let you. When I go out in a blaze of MS parts she'll tie you up and drag you off to get married." He was laying alongside Treize now, tracing the man's profile with one long index finger. "And you'll end up surrounded by a pack of fierce, nearsighted daughters who beat little boys away from you with sticks."
"Who's to say that I don't self destruct before the marriage " Treize teased quietly, kissing the tip of Zechs' nose. "Ah, you're a delight."
Zechs smiled and propped himself up on one elbow, running his fingers lightly along the line of Treize's shoulders. "Will we get to do this at all when we go back?" he asked.
"Not all the time," Treize smiled faintly, hands stroking gently along Zechs' skin. "But certainly."
"Mmm... good. Because I don't think I can go for long, long stretches anymore without this." He smiled and then moved in close, whispering in Treize's ear. "Treize... I'm starved."
"For food, I'll take it?" Treize asked with a smile. "Growing boys shouldn't be without food for long -- I'll get up and have dinner sent up right away. What would you like?"
"Hmm," Zechs said, sitting up, "You'll probably think it crude of me, but I'm a meat-and-potatoes person most of the time." He stretched languidly and then looked back over his shoulder at Treize. "Barbaric, isn't it?" he laughed.
Treize leaned to kiss that shoulder. "Not barbaric at all -- I have a very great passion for steak, myself."
~~~
It was hard to shift his gaze from the door Treize had gone through. Zechs hugged his knees and for a moment his eyes closed in disbelief that all of it was happening. /I don't know why and I don't care at this point. It's just all so very, very good.../
He stood and walked to the window. The gardens of the Khushrenada estate were being thrashed by the storm and, seen from the top floor through frequent lightning flashes, the grounds took on the look of a gothic horror film set. Zechs shivered. Wearing nothing was the perfect way to be when Treize was close by, but without that warmth the room suddenly seemed chilly. He reached for a robe and wrapped it around himself, belting it loosely.
A knock sounded on the door, and then it opened. "Mister Treize? Are you in... Oh. It's you. I was looking for Treize, but..."
Zechs' salute was perfunctory and after it he crossed his arms in front of him and stared hard at the woman in the door way. She was his superior and as such he should be deferential and respectful of her. The hell he would. One platinum eyebrow arched up. "You were looking for Treize, so you just walked into his rooms without being invited?"
A flush crept over her face. "I didn't know that you were here keeping him... entertained."
"We were entertaining each other," Zechs said evenly, never moving his eyes from her face. /You're embarrassed Lady? You're in shock? Good. Maybe you'll stop chasing after him now./
The flush on her face deepened, but she looked up, eyes steady. "It's dangerous for you to do that with him. You're younger than I am --- you could ruin his entire career, if anyone ever found out."
Zechs' fists clenched at the comment and his eyes narrowed. There was anger - he could feel its heat just below his skin. But there was also a primitive and overwhelming sense of protectiveness towards Treize. He took a step forward. "*I* would certainly never tell anyone, and Treize wouldn't either. The way we feel about each other is no one's concern. Not even yours."
"Yes, it is -- I am his direct subordinate, and need to know anything that may compromise his authority," She replied coolly.
"On the contrary, Lady," Zechs' voice was every bit as cool, and had a strangely confident air to it, given that he was disagreeing with someone who outranked him, and that he was doing so in a bathrobe. "As a subordinate the only things you need to know about are the orders of your superior. What *you* seem to be doing is either worrying more about your *own* position in the Specials or looking for a way to possibly undermine the Lieutenant Colonel's position. Either one is contemptible in my view."
"I worry about Mr. Treize," Une murmured darkly. "I want him to succeed in life, not be dragged down into the muck because of his odd tastes."
"His tastes have nothing to do with you, ma'am, and I do mean that quite literally. It seems that the more appropriate thing to be doing is concentrating on carrying out his orders to the best of your ability. Let his personal life be his own - he deserves his privacy, even from you, Lady."
"Yes, Lady Une -- leave my private life just that," Treize drawled smoothly from the doorway. "Supper is being served right now -- *down*stairs. Have a nice night, Une."
The young woman's eyes widened, and she turned slowly. "I'm sorry Mr. Treize!" And then she nearly fled from the room.
Zechs watched her go and then looked over at Treize. "She said that your career could be ruined if anyone found out about us. Is that true?"
Treize shrugged casually, closing the door behind him. "Only if the media got a hold of it."
The room seemed chilly all of a sudden and Zechs pulled the robe tighter around himself. "Do you think she would tell them? I don't think she would - she seems to be very... devoted to you. But it's clear that she can't stand me at all, and I just hope that her feelings don't make her want to do something that might hurt you."
"She wouldn't," Treize assured, smiling wickedly as he stalked towards Zechs. "There will be a knock on the door, and the servants have been told to leave dinner, hot, on a tray outside the door after they knock, then to leave. No more unpleasant disturbances."
The blond felt a shiver of desire, watching Treize come closer, seeing the look on his face and not knowing quite what it meant. "So - how do we keep busy until then?"
The corners of Treize's lips curled up. "Any suggestions, love?"
Scarlet cheeks betrayed him once again and Zechs ducked his head. "Well," he said half-joking and not expecting anything to come of it, "you could throw me on the bed and have your way with me until the food arrives..."
"All right." And with that, Treize picked Zechs up in his arms and carried him to the bed, laughing quietly.
End of Part 7
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