30 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.
WARNINGS: *HENTAI BREAKFAST SCENE* - proceed at your own risk! serious yaoi (LEMON); major sap (my fault, not Tzi's);
Pairing: 6x5/5x6 (Implied 13x6, 13x5)
Filtered sunlight teased at the man in the bed, and his facial expression showed clearly that he didn't like the joke. Long, lean, golden -- Zechs was frowning in his sleep, thoroughly disapproving of the morning and all the damned light that came with it. He gave a low, rumbly sigh and then turned over, long hair streaming over his shoulders and his pillow half over his head.
Reality could wait.
What he encountered as he rolled over, however, was a leg; one that was now firmly lodged beneath him, and an arm that moved to flop itself over his chest as a face buried half-underneath his arm with a low grumble that sounded slightly cranky to be jostled so.
Now the frown on the golden face grew deeper. His eyes remained firmly shut, but he sent out a tentative, exploring hand that patted its way along the comforter until it encountered a head. This new development turned the man's expression into one of surprise, so now he fought to get his eyes open, anxious at what strange things might be going on in his own bed. Azure eyes opened slowly, the fine brows above them drawn together in concern. He squeezed lightly, just to make sure it was, indeed, a head he was feeling,and then turned his head slowly to the side and looked down.
Dark, silky hair fanned over Zechs's chest and a well-muscled arm was tight around him. And in that moment, the night and all of its pleasures crashed over him like a wave and he smiled softly. Stroking those ebony strands, he could feel his morning erection stir, complaining softly that it, too, had an interest in the young man next to him, and wasn't he bloody well going to do something about it?
A heaved sigh turned into a deep yawn at its end and Wufei blinked open a single eye and looked over at Zechs. For a moment, he wasn't sure that he comprehended just where he was or what he was doing there, but there was one overwhelming truth that he couldn't doubt: he sure as hell couldn't have been anywhere he'd have liked *better* in that moment. Sunlight set a halo around a golden head and Wufei believed it; that the man beside him was some sort of sun-god to be worshipped at leisure. "'mornin'."
Zechs smiled down at him. "Good morning, Wufei. You look positively delicious."
"I was just thinking that I was in bed with a sun-god," Wufei replied sleepily, reaching up to touch sun-spangled gold.
"Hmmm, I don't think I can claim to be any form of deity," Zechs purred, moving closer to his new lover. He ran a finger over the Chinese boy's chest and belly. "Perhaps a genie would be more appropriate. I would be happy to grant you any wish you desire..."
"Then maybe you could move your fingers just a little bit lower?" came the answer along with a deep flush. Wufei couldn't believe he'd said that without stuttering!
"Your wish," Zechs whispered as his fingers brushed through the dark curls between Wufei's legs. "My command..." The words were merely a breath as those same long fingers glided over the silky skin of the dark-eyed boy's member and Zechs leaned over to take his mouth in a softly insistent kiss.
A moan broke from Wufei's lips as he arched his hips to Zechs's touch and reached for the long erection pressed so close to him with a sigh. "Mmmmmm..."
The heated cave of the boy's mouth was perfect for exploring and Zechs took every advantage to do so, searching out hidden spaces and teasing them gently with his tongue, while his fingers pulled more moans from Wufei. They brushed over the skin of his balls and lightly up the shaft, grasping it softly and brushing his thumb over the head, feeling the first drops of his lover's excitement.
It wasn't long before Wufei was shoving up to his hand, the soft sounds breaking from him constant even as his own hand tugged in quick long pulls at Zechs's erection. The feel of that soft head pressed to his belly, the remembrance of how it had felt so deep inside of him the night before, left his head spinning. "Zechs..."
The man addressed rolled over gently, mounting the boy and pushing his legs far, far apart. Taking a long, deep kiss, he fumbled for the tube of lubricant on his nightstand, smearing it on himself, then more on his fingers as they deftly found Wufei's fluttering entrance and pushed inside. The blond could feel the heat of the tight little passage melting the cool gel and the idea of it made him groan softly, eager to be inside the boy's body.
"Please... ah, God, please..." Wufei was almost entirely unaware of the vibrant moan that spilled loose from him as he touched Zechs so deftly, wanting and wanting the other man. "Please... please!"
A soft moan, a deep and satisfying push, and Zechs was inside, hips moving by instinct in slow, deep thrusts. Tangling his fingers in dark, silky hair, the older man nuzzled fervently at Wufei's neck, licking and sucking, making soft, low growling noises as he drove his shaft in deeper with each stroke -- so very, very deep...
"Mine," he breathed. "Only mine..."
It was heaven; nirvana, ambrosia, gods, so incredible Wufei thought his mind had turned to pure mush as he trembled, voice loud in the still sunny silence of morning. "Yes! Yes, yes!!!" Legs wrapped tightly around lean hips, arms moving to hold Zechs tightly against him, and he searched for that mouth, finding it finally and taking it with his own, thorough and hard.
It became a sensual sparring match as their tongues twined and released, only to seek the other out again as mouths strove to do what loins did. Zechs felt a deep groan come from somewhere inside of him and slowly his pace increased. All that he was now was mouth and hands and an aching, thrusting shaft that couldn't seem to get deep enough. He wanted oblivion, he wanted to sink into Wufei's tight little body and never come out again. "Ahhhhn... sweet little man... take it! Take every inch... ahhh, screw you to the *bed* I will..."
The shout that echoed in the room was impossibly loud and Wufei stiffened, shuddering with those words as he tensed, so close to being driven completely over the edge that it was impossible for him to tell if he had crossed it already or not. He could feel every throb, every beating pulse, and he let loose a sob, holding Zechs impossibly tight.
With a low, keening cry, Zechs pushed in as far as he could and held Wufei there, pinned to the bed, as he flooded him with hot seed. Every pulse drew a ragged breath from the blond man, who couldn't seem to get close enough to his young lover, wanting to go through his very skin, needing complete and utter possession of the lovely boy beneath him.
And he was given that with the flood of sticky fluid between their bellies, Wufei trembling beneath him as he melted into the mattress, groaning softly with the ecstasy that had seemed to take over every single nerve in his body. "I..." he said after a long moment, "...have died... and this is heaven."
"Oh, if that be so, let me be there with you..." Zechs's voice was low and breathy. Deep within Wufei's body his long shaft twitched now and then, making him whimper and hug the boy more tightly to him. "Or else, stay here in my arms, and let me worship you this way..."
"I don't think I could move if I tried," Wufei answered dazedly, purring.
"Good -- that means I won't have to go chasing after you with limbs that feel like rubber." Zechs smiled against Wufei's hair and kissed it lightly. "You are such a delightful way to wake up in the morning... almost as good as coffee..."
The sound that came from Wufei was one of infinite happiness. "This is disgusting. Nobody should be this happy pre-caffeine."
"You're quite right," Zechs mused languidly. "Should we go back to sleep, then, and try to wake up cranky?"
A little puff of laughter sounded next to his ear. "Mmmm, no. That's more effort than it's worth. I say we continue with this disgusting behavior."
"Mmmn... how disgusting do you feel like being...?" Zechs asked, his voice nothing but a very low purr.
"Oh, why not go for really TRULY disgusting?" Wufei asked lightly, fingers sneaking up slowly -- oh so slowly! -- to lightly attack Zechs's ribs.
The blond man promptly collapsed into a quivering pile of golden flesh, rolling himself up into a large ball out of sheer self-protection. From within the ball a stern, low voice was heard to say, "Anything but tickling, Wufei. I mean it. *Anything* but tickling."
All seriousness, Wufei withdrew his fingers, smile fading. "...oh." He swallowed, uncertainty overtaking him momentarily. "All right."
Again from within that tangle of man a voice came, this one vaguely Germanic in its accent. "Iff you conntinu to tickel me I vill be forced to use my secret veapon... and *no one* expects the CLAW!!" Zechs unwrapped himself and pounced on Wufei, left hand held in a menacing, claw-like position, threatening to attack the boy's ribs, backs of knees, behind his neck, and other sensitive places. Even his chuckle was low and evil-sounding as he made inroads under Wufei's arms. "Heh heh heh heh heh..."
Shrieks of laughter came from Wufei, sounds no one on earth probably thought he could make, and he wrapped about Zechs attempting to escape to no avail. "I give!" he shouted finally amidst giggles that absolutely ached, he'd laughed so hard. "I give!"
Zechs had managed to land astride his victim and now he looked down and smirked. "Just remember I have that in reserve if ever you should try to tickle me again." He punctuated this last remark by pulling Wufei up and then over on top of him and sliding his arms languidly around the boy's neck.
With a sigh, Wufei stretched out in an attempt to smother Zechs, limbs sprawled left and right as he looked down at the other man. "As if anyone could FORGET!" he said with a laugh.
Zechs smiled in a slow, satisfied way -- rather like a cat that has just had a very good meal. "What do you say to a bit of breakfast, then a shower where I do all sorts of lascivious things to your body, and then get out in the countryside for a bit?"
"Mmmmm, sounds reasonably perfect," Wufei agreed, leaning up and kissing him deliciously. "Or we could... have a little breakfast, shower, and just come back to bed...."
Insatiable wasn't the word... but it was close.
"Mmmm... yes that *is* a possibility," Zechs murmured against warm lips, "I hadn't wanted to presume..." A ghost of a kiss across Wufei's mouth and then, "*Or* we could bring something in from the kitchen, have breakfast here and skip the shower until later and never really *leave* the bed..." His hips bucked up slowly against Wufei's, letting the boy feel his stiffness. Reaching up to grasp a delicate earlobe between his teeth, he whispered, "You're on top this time..."
Wufei gasped a little, more at the statement than the nip against his ear. "Y...you mean you'll let me do that?" he said in awe, almost blinking. He was sure Treize would have... might have... if he'd asked, perhaps... but...!!!!
A soft chuckle came from the blond. "Well, you don't *have* to if it sounds... unpleasant..." He took another long, deep kiss.
Moaning into the kiss, Wufei shivered, arms wrapping firmly about Zechs's back. "Mmmm, not even *remotely* unpleasant..." he purred.
"Good... so which first," the blond said softly against Wufei's cheek. "Breakfast, or sex?"
"Breakfast," Wufei said without pause as his stomach growled loudly. "You keep feeding me and now I'm accustomed to it."
"Aha!" the blond cackled softly, "my plan to fatten you up for the kill is working *just* perfectly." He stared up at the boy and ran his fingers through the soft black hair that tumbled around his face. How long had it been since he'd been this happy?
"Come on then," he said at last, "first things first, I need coffee." He rolled out from underneath Wufei and walked to the dresser for boxers, attempting to calm his erection by sheer will.
Wufei didn't move for a while; instead, he laid there and watched the blond moving about naked with a little smirk on his face. /Well, it sure doesn't get much better than this!/ He sighed, a deeply happy sort of sound, and laid back against the pillows. "I think you'll have to pry me from the bed with a crowbar..."
Zechs, now dressed in boxers and a loose muscle shirt of deep, saturated blue, walked over to where his lover was laying sprawled in bed. He put a foot up on the mattress and rested his elbow on it, chin in hand, azure eyes boring a hole through the dark-haired boy. "*You* were the one who suggested breakfast first. So *you* are going to get up and help make it. Aren't you?" He arched an elegant blond eyebrow for emphasis.
"And if I say I'm not?" Wufei teased.
Zechs smiled and said softly, "Then you will be very surprised." He straightened for a moment and then bent down, scooping Wufei off the bed and putting him over his shoulder. As he headed for the door, he ran his hands over the lovely bottom that happened to be close by. "Off we go then," he said cheerfully.
A veritable *squeak* came from Wufei as he squirmed over Zechs's shoulder. "That's unjust!" he shouted, trying not to laugh. "Unfair! Unfair, Prince!"
Zechs continued to hold Wufei in that position while he assembled the coffee pot and got it started brewing. "On the contrary, my good man," he said, using his best princely voice, "*I* am a *paragon* of fairness and will not be persuaded otherwise." With that, he reached into the refrigerator and pulled out the small cream pitcher, grazing it against the boy's upturned buttocks for a moment before placing it on the table.
A little gasp parted Wufei's lips and his eyes closed momentarily. If it were possible to die from the exquisite and confusing emotions that ran rampant in him, making him laugh and smile despite himself, he knew he would do so in a heartbeat. That wasn't even to mention the sheer wanton desire he felt with Zechs's little teasings as they wandered about the kitchen, he completely bare-assed over Zechs's shoulder and Zechs *humming*, for God's sake!
He wondered if his companion had been reading his books...
The tall blond popped some muffins into a basket and went back to the refrigerator for some fruit. He bent down low this time, exposing Wufei's backside to the chilly air for several seconds before pressing a cold bag of strawberries right between the pretty cleft and rubbing a little. "Well looks as if we're about ready..." he murmured.
"Zechs," Wufei whispered, squirming and trying not to fall off. "Please! You've been reading my books, haven't you?" he asked suspiciously, flushing deliciously at the thought of it.
"Hmm?" Zechs asked distractedly. "Now where is that bottle... ah! I left it in the refrigerator." He walked back over to it and opened the door. "Your books?" he said peering inside. He reached in a took out a slender bottle of orange juice, shut the door, and then pushed the neck of the bottle gently between Wufei's round cheeks until it was lodged firmly against his entrance.
"Oh," he continued, "well, perhaps a page or two... just a bit."
The whimpered sigh *that* gained him came along with Wufei's bones turning to jelly as he caressed his fingers over Zechs's cotton-clad bottom. "Oh!"
Enjoying both the sound and the feeling of the squirming boy, Zechs proceeded to sit down at the table, leaving Wufei in his rather compromised position. He selected a muffin from the basket he'd put out. "Mmm, looks great. What are you having?"
Wufei only sighed again and squirmed slightly, brain turned entirely to mush as he stroked his hands beneath the elastic band to caress Zechs's lower back and rear end. "Mmmmmm...."
The tall blond gave a squirm of his own before biting into a muffin. "Oh --I didn't realize *I* was on the menu. You *were* the one who requested breakfast *before* sex, correct?"
Reaching up, he gave the juice bottle a little press and turn and was rewarded with the lovely feeling of it sliding just a bit past the tight ring of muscle.
The ecstatic cry that Wufei gave him was part pain, part humiliation and *all* crazy mind-numbing pleasure. Slim arms tightened around him, legs pulling close to Zechs's body as the Chinese man gasped, shuddering, the chill of it bringing hot tears to his eyes. "Ah!"
The sound of him made Zechs stiffen completely. He let his eyes wander over the creamy, rounded buttocks and the slender bottle that protruded from them, and gave a shudder of pleasure. "You want more of this?" he breathed.
"Zechs!" Wufei moaned in perfectly delicious misery, hot tears rising and splashing against that golden back as the short ex-pilot squirmed fitfully, burying his face against golden hair. "Please, Zechs!"
The tall blond thought for a moment and then got up from the table and walked to the living room where a mirror hung on the wall. Standing in front of it, he watched with a growing excitement as he spread the boy open wide and pushed the slender neck of the bottle further into him. "Take it, little man..." he whispered. "God, *take* it."
Repeated softly crooning moans sounded as Wufei arched over his shoulder, crying out and trying to move to the motions Zechs was making. Even as he did, his fingers slid lightly into Zechs's crevice, reaching for the little pucker of flesh he knew he would find there. "Zechs!" he croaked out. "Oh!"
Fingers lightly pried at the tight flesh and one fingertip slid into his taller lover, and that was when Wufei knew he'd died and gone to heaven.
"Uhhhn!" Zechs shuddered at the invasion, closing his eyes for a moment and arching up into it. The his eyes were drawn back to the erotic scene in the mirror, and he moaned to see it, to watch the boy's violation and to feel his own at the same time. "So good... ahh, Wufei..." The tall blond fell into a rhythm, pushing the bottle neck in as he moved away from that probing finger, pulling it most of the way out as he pressed himself backward. In a moment, it was smooth, both men rocking onto what impaled them, both watching it happen to the other. "Deeper, little one," Zechs panted, eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Deeper..." And as he said it he thrust the cool, smooth bottle far up into the wriggling boy.
The sharp gasp Wufei gave him was joined by the addition of a second finger, both pushing tightly up into Zechs and then becoming still as (with the small portion of his brain that still worked) he registered the tight clenching about them. His face was pressed to Zechs's golden back, the rest of him almost completely limp with the moment and the force of it. A hand was spread out against Zechs's shoulder, caressing slowly over and down his spine as Wufei moaned desperately, fingers moving once again.
The image in the mirror before him, and the full, burning feeling of those fingers, proved too much for Zechs. He pushed the bottle neck in deeply and pressed his face against Wufei's smooth flank. Then a shudder ran through his body and he moaned as an intense release flooded over him. "Ahhhhn... little man..."
Sobbing, Wufei thrust against Zechs's chest, hips flexing even from such an ignominious position, the clench around his fingers letting him know that he'd pleased the other man. Carefully, he withdrew all but the tip of one, and then finally that, too, as he grasped onto Zechs tightly and thrust back, trembling violently as he came on Zechs's broad chest. "Uhn!"
It took all the blond's willpower to remain standing, but he did, and gently pulled the neck of the bottle from Wufei, letting it drop to the heavily carpeted floor below. Panting heavily, he pulled the boy off of his shoulder and cradled him in his arms, nuzzling down the side of his face until he found that sweet mouth, drawing his captive into a long, possessive kiss.
Wufei moaned into Zechs's mouth. He was deliciously tired and terribly sore, face streaked with sweat and tears. Sighing, he wrapped his arms tightly around Zechs's neck and pulled himself close, shuddering. "Oh, Zechs..."
"Mmmmn... Sorry about breakfast," the blond breathed, taking small, nipping kisses. "You were just too delicious to ignore..."
"I'm sore," Wufei whispered. "And tired. And I need a bath. And..." Had they said the words? No. He didn't think they had... "And I think I love you," he said seriously.
Zechs didn't speak at once. He was too stunned by the sincerity he thought he heard in Wufei's voice, and the small, burning sweetness he was feeling somewhere deep in his chest. His fingers grazed the dark-eyed boy's cheek and his voice was hoarse with emotion when he finally spoke. "I think I love you, too."
Leaning up, Wufei pressed his lips to Zechs's, a sweet chaste kiss that spoke more of the throbbing in his heart than any of the ones they'd shared previously. His arms wrapped tightly about Zechs's neck. "Don't... don't you dare die on me, Zechs Marquise," he whispered suddenly, morbidly. "You're not going anywhere without me. You understand that?"
Hugging the boy tightly, Zechs said softly, "You're going to have to leave before that happens, because I'll *never* do that to you. Not as long as you want me with you."
"I want you always," Wufei told him, voice hard and husky. "Always!"
"Oh, angel..." Zechs sighed and pressed a kiss to dark, silky hair. "Shall we have a bath? I'll feed you chocolate in it..."
Dark brows perked straight up at the word 'chocolate'. "That sounds perfect."
The tall blond walked back into the kitchen. "See the cupboard on the right?" he said to Wufei. "Open it and take out the violet-colored box. I was saving it to give you as a present. Seems like the appropriate time, now." His cheeks were a bit flushed and he couldn't quite meet the boy's eye. "I'd do it but my hands are rather full."
Carefully, Wufei did as he was directed.
The box was a brilliant shimmering purple that seemed to shift its shade with each movement, every change in light, and a fat white satin bow sat atop it, carefully planted. Black eyes looked up from the box to Zechs. "May I open it now or should it wait?" he asked, curiosity eating at him.
"No -- go ahead. Open it." He watched as the bow was untied and the box lid carefully opened.
Inside were six small compartments, five of which were filled with chocolate truffles. The sixth held something else -- a small coil of silky black cord. At the end of it hung a small circular medallion. The outside of it was silver and in the middle, in a smaller circle of white, was a gleaming purple chevron. A small crown was engraved in silver at the top of the medallion.
"It's my family's coat of arms," Zechs said simply. "Silver and white in heraldry represent peace and sincerity, purple is for royalty and for justice, and the chevron represents protection. It's old -- but it seemed like the perfect thing for me to give you..."
"Zechs..." came the reverent breath as Wufei held it in his palm, turning it to catch every last detail, fingers gentle on it. "I... don't have anything to give you," he said with a little dismay, looking at the beautiful piece with awe, the chocolates a wonderful gift but utterly secondary to the medallion.
"You've already given me more than I ever could have hoped for." Zechs's voice was low and trembled a bit as he made himself look into Wufei's eyes. "I just wanted you to have... something that was... just me. Just who I am." Azure eyes were beginning to shine a bit with unshed tears, so Zechs looked down again, nodding at the medallion. "This was always the best part of me..."
Wufei raised his hands and lightly brushed beneath those azure eyes. "No," he said solemnly, nodding at Zechs. "This isn't the best part of you. There *is* no best part of you. They're all the best parts."
There was really nothing the blond could say to that, so instead of speaking he simply carried Wufei slowly back to their bedroom, to draw a bath and worship his boy with water.
End of Part 14
(:./kumiko/lvvs14)
