19 May 2001
TITLE: Velvet
AUTHOR: Kat & kumi!
PART: 32/?
FANDOM: Gundam Wing
PAIRING: A puddle of Treize, Zechs and Wufei
WARNINGS: lemon, lemon, lemmmmon!
DISCLAIMER: Not ours. *sigh* ^_~
"This feels so much better than the hospital," he uttered gently as he walked into the room, setting his small bag down on a desk as Zechs closed the door behind him. He felt partly exhausted, tired... but safe and happy to be alone with Zechs again. "Can... will you let me sleep with you tonight?"
A tiny frown of puzzlement formed on Zechs's face. "Well... of course. That was why you came here, isn't it?"
"I came here so I could be with you," Treize murmured, delighting in the fact that he'd be able to sleep beside Zechs that night. "I just hate to wake up, when it's all over, in my own bed, alone."
"Why would I do that now?" Zechs asked, voice quiet with disappointment. He sighed and looked up at the other man. "You still don't believe me, do you? You don't believe that I love you, not as a slave or a pet, but as a *man.* Why on earth would I have you sleep in another bed if I felt that way?" His eyes seemed to plead with Treize for understanding. "What is it going to take?"
"I don't know," Treize murmured softly, looking up and holding Zechs' gaze. "This is a big change from a few days ago when you were telling me that I'd be happier with Wufei, and told me to go sleep alone."
Sitting on the bed, Zechs shook his head, wearily. "And since then we've both been shot, we've been in the hospital, and a lot has changed. I've told you how I feel, over and over again. Yes, it *is* a big change from the way things were then. Trauma can do that. It can make you face things you never thought you'd have to face. It can make you a different person..."
He looked up at his former pet. "I've talked about this with you so many times now, Treize. Either you believe I'm telling the truth, or you believe I'm not. Which is it? If you need to rub my face in it, then do it, but you won't get a different answer. All *that* will do is drive us further apart."
"I believe you," Treize murmured softly, moving a bit stiffly to sit beside Zechs, to slide his arms around him and embrace him. "I do believe you. I thought you did even before you told me."
Zechs's arms followed Treize's and the embrace deepened. They were eye-to-eye now and Zechs searched breathtaking sapphire, trying to understand why it all was happening. "And yet... you're still leaving. You won't come back to England with me. But why? I don't want to let go of you. It's taken this long for me to realize and..." He broke off, reaching out and pulling Treize gently towards him and whispered, "And now I won't have you with me..."
"I'm sorry," Treize whispered, voice so very quiet as he spoke. "But Mari needs me... And I can't let Anne live a lie any longer."
"Yes of course," Zechs murmured. The blond head rested on Treize's shoulder as Zechs stared, unseeing, at the room beyond them. /Of course... Mari needs him... Anne needs him... and what right have I to come between wholesome ties like those. I'm just the nasty man who made him a slave, after all... don't even deserve to have him here like this.../
Treize was glad for the touch, the nearness of his ex-master, now... lover? Were they even that? Friends, perhaps...? /Gott./ "Can you think of anyway for me to tell Anne... I tried to tell her over the phone, but that only made her decide that I've lost my mind."
"Tell her what?" Zechs asked quietly, head still on that comforting shoulder. "That you prefer men? There is no easy way. Duo was thrown out of his house at 15 for telling his parents. Wufei was so miserable he ran away at 12. And she *will* think you've lost your mind. She'll think I brainwashed you - that I did such horrible things to you that you changed your preferences as a self-defense measure; as if anyone could really *change* that sort of thing..."
He sighed and pressed his lips to the soft material of Treize's shirt. /Even when I want to scream at him, when he's leaving me to make some woman feel better, even then I can't stop wanting him.../ "I don't suppose you had any sort of feelings *before* you were taken? Sometimes if you point those out to them, it makes it seem more genuine..."
One hand petted gently through Zechs' hair, stroking, savoring the texture of it beneath his palm. "I used to think the errand boy was 'cute'," Treize sighed softly. "I'll find a way. Would it bother you very much that I... I'll be bringing my daughter with me, when I come back to you?"
Azure eyes closed in pain, but Zechs made sure Treize couldn't see it. He knew that if Treize were planning on full custody of Mari that he would end up staying, possibly even with Anne. /Lord knows men have done it before.../ But to Treize he just said, "No of course, it wouldn't bother me."
"I'm glad," Treize whispered softly, turning his head to kiss Zechs' cheek gently. "How is your shoulder...?"
"It's tender," Zechs answered, "but it's getting better. Much less painful than your chest is, I'm sure." He turned his head and nuzzled Treize's neck softly before pressing another kiss there. /God, it seems like ages... this lovely scent of his... sweet and musky.../
"That's getting better, too," he breathed softly, turning his head so that his neck was barred more for Zechs's mouth. "Ah, please... I want to feel you again, Zechs."
Soft kisses were trailed over the tender places on Treize's neck as Zechs brought a hand to the other man's head and stroked his fingers through golden-brown silk. "I don't want to hurt you... are you allowed...?"
"As long as I don't strain," he murmured softly, still keeping Zechs close. "Lets undress, lay down... I want to feel you against me without a sheet separating us."
Zechs kept kissing the soft skin, the taut cords of Treize's neck, while his fingers worked the buttons of Treize's shirt off. He caressed the other man with great care, taking pains to only ghost over the bandaged areas, and everything done in very slow motion.
"My turn," Treize spoke in a hushed voice, moving to remove Zechs' shirt for him. The white cloth parted to reveal, bit by bit, smooth golden skin that nearly glowed, calling out to him, and linen-wrappings around Zechs' shoulder and upper chest. "Oh, my love," he whimpered, wondering at the pain Zechs must have felt.
"Shhhhhh..." Zechs soothed as he kissed his way slowly along Treize's jaw. His hands had opened the belt that Treize had worn and long fingers trailed down his fly and laid it open. He rested his forehead against the older man's cheek and looked down at the silk-covered sex between Treize's legs. As he stroked it, is began to stir and harden and he could feel his own respond in kind. Continuing to stroke and squeeze, he turned again to Treize's face and brushed his lips over a pale cheek, now beginning to blush. "So beautiful, Treize... so very beautiful..."
Treize let out a soft puff of air, "You yourself are... ohh, beautiful beyond explanation." The silk-covered hardness stirred fully, hard and threatening to burst of it's own will, before he could do anything. "Let me please you, Zechs..."
Putting a finger delicately under Treize's chin, Zechs turned the other man's face towards him. "I think it's time we pleased each other, Treize," he breathed and leaned in to take a slow kiss, beginning chastely but growing in passion as it deepened.
Treize loved to join in with kisses, to spar back and see how far he could press Zechs. /Yes... together for once, Zechs... Let's do it together.../
Zechs let one of his hands trail downwards again and as he pressed Treize down to the bed, he resumed his caresses of the other man's shaft, now deliciously thick and leaking through its silk covering. His other hand cupped Treize's head, pulling him closer for long, heady kisses. "My Treize... my beautiful love..."
"Let me pleasure you, Zechs," Treize asked softly, voice half-moaning against those full, soft lips. "Let me make you ache with want, Zechs... Let me..."
"Only if I may do the same for you," came the whispered reply.
"Yes, Please," Treize smiled, pushing with a gentle insistence so that Zechs would be beneath him. "I love you so very much, Zechs."
"I... love you, too... Treize..." Zechs was trembling now, and it wasn't *all* due to desire, though that was a large part of it. He had only ever been beneath another man twice in his life. The first time had been unwanted, the second had been with Treize in the Moon Garden. That time he'd felt somewhat in control - nothing like the complete loss of it he felt now. It was strange and, he realized with some dismay, a bit arousing. /I *can* do this... I *can* let him take control... just need to relax... don't panic... it's Treize I'm with and I love him... don't panic.../
"Just be *here*," Treize uttered, hoping Zechs didn't fall into whatever memory it was that haunted him so badly. "I love you. You can trust me... like I trust you," he whispered, bending to press a kiss at the hollow of Zechs' neck.
"Yes..." Zechs closed his eyes and tried to focus on the softness of Treize's lips on him. A part of him was fighting it - the feeling of being on his back, the pressure of the other man on top of him - but another part, new and still small - felt the same things and was excited by them. Excited that Treize would think of him this way, would want to do this with him. Excited to lay back and let the other man lead. "Please," he breathed softly, "go slowly..."
"As slow as you want," he whispered, still kissing at that spot, and just around it. "You taste like heat, Zechs... fire given body."
A soft whimper came from the blond man and the fingers that held Treize's shoulders squeezed harder. "Hmmmn... you make me this way... just being near you... is maddening..."
"You always do that to me, Zechs... You make me want in a way no one else can," he whispered, slowly nuzzling down to Zechs' pectorals.
Zechs drew in a long, ragged breath. Head thrown back, eyes closed, he talked himself through the harder moments, when he fought to keep himself from flipping Treize and taking back control. It was becoming easier, though, as he realized his body was responding to Treize's hands and lips. "Ohhhh, want you..." he crooned softly, burying his fingers in golden-brown hair. "Always have... from the first moment I saw you... my lovely man..."
"I want you to know just how much you're taught me, Zechs, about loving and being loved," he murmured, shifting just as slowly over to catch a nipple between his lips. "Is there lubricant..?"
The touch of those lips sent a shudder of pleasure through the blond. "Nightstand drawer," he murmured even as his back arched up towards the teasing mouth. Then he realized what the question meant. /Oh God... he wants... Oh God... can I?... been so long... hurt so much.../ "Treize?" Zechs's voice was only a whisper and it sounded younger than usual. "Treize - I'm frightened..."
Treize didn't pull away to get it -- not yet. He just laid there, still gently touching Zechs, teasing at that one nipple. "I won't hurt you. There's no reason to be frightened -- I love you, Zechs..."
"Mmmn!" Another slow arch and long fingers pressed the back of Treize's head down gently, seeking more friction. "Feels so good... ah, Treize... I *do* want to... want to give it up to you... never have... not really, to anyone else..."
'Then forget anything else like that that's happened," Treize whispered against heated flesh, "and only remember me."
A long, slow press of hips upwards and Zechs let out a long, trembling whimper. "Only you... only you..."
"You're the only real *lover* I've ever had," Treize informed the other man with a gentle smile, rocking his hips down as he closed his lips once more around that dampened nipple.
"Impossible," Zechs murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "You're... so beautiful... you could have your pick... anyone you wanted..." It was impossible to be everywhere he wanted to be at once -pressing up against Treize's mouth, grinding against his hips, wrapping arms and legs around him, never close enough. It left him a hungry, wanting thing, writhing under the older man and trying to meet every need at once.
"I want you," Treize breathed softly as he started to nuzzle his way down Zechs' chest. "I want to make you as happy as I possibly can, Zechs, and I want to... to grow old at your side, if I can..." That thought shook him, the idealness of it, how wonderful.. it would be to be given that... that so simple chance. Years and years with Zechs, but how long would it last before the blonde man tired of him and bought some pretty boy-slave? /Don't think. Don't think, Treize, just feel, love.../ "I love you," he whispered as he nuzzled at Zechs' abdomen, pressing kisses to tight muscles, delving his tongue into Zechs' belly button.
A small cry escaped Zechs and he squirmed under the friction of that tongue. His hands were trembling, raking through Treize's hair, his eyes open but unseeing as they stared at the ceiling. "Ohhh, my Treize... my sweet love..."
"You mean so much to me... my stability, my heart..." Treize's tongue delved there again, teasing, before he nudged down to Zechs' erection itself. Hard, throbbing and dripping at it's own will... He pulled the very head between his lips, sucking gently.
"Ahhhhhn!!" Zechs seemed to have no will over his hips as the buck up to meet Treize's mouth. The warm, wet suction of it was almost too much to take and he had to will himself not to come right then. "Dear God, Treize! More... ah, give me more..."
Treize broke suction, but only long enough to snag the lubricant. and he was there again, laying down between Zechs' legs to grant slow, tender suckles while he spread lubricant on the pads of two fingers.
Zechs had fallen into a slow rhythm of pressing forwards into that exquisite mouth, slowly drawing himself out and then pushing in again, even deeper. Eyes closed in bliss, all he could do was pant harshly and stroke Treize's hair.
Two fingers pressed against Zechs' entrance, rubbing there gently with slicked tips while Treize practically hummed around Zechs' erection in his mouth.
Azure eyes opened wide, the intimate touch causing Zechs to catch his breath. The only thing that stopped him from pulling away was the wonderful sucking feeling and he told himself to relax, concentrating on his shaft and the insistent ache in it. Then slowly, almost without his noticing it at first, his rhythm became both a press upwards, into the tightness of Treize's mouth, and a push backwards, rubbing himself ever so slightly against the warm, slick fingers that probed him.
One slid in with a gentle pressure applied at the very center of the spasming little entrance, starting to massage the slickness into the tight channel beyond. /My Master, my Zechs.../ Sucking harder to give pleasure, Treize could only think of how much he wanted Zechs to enjoy it, how it might feel...
A wave of panic flooded through Zechs as he was penetrated. It hurt, that couldn't be denied, but that was secondary to the very idea of what was happening to him. /Strange! So strange... Treize, don't betray me now.../
The finger pushed farther in, gently, squirming in time with the gentling suckles, and then a second pushed in, equally gentle,scissoring slowly. He had to go so very carefully...
With a soft whimper, Zechs closed his eyes and a single tear fell from pale gold lashes. It hurt, stung, but he told himself there was something underneath that pain - something that must be worth it. His body was trembling violently, trying to reach that elusive feeling, so he took a deep breath and began talking to himself as if he were a new pet. /Relax... let your body adjust... God it *hurts*!... push out when he pushes in... just relax.../
The two fingers stopped scissoring long enough to curl together, reaching and finding the tiny nub of Zechs's prostate, rubbing the sponginess as he lifted his lips from Zechs' cock. "Does it hurt too much?" he asked in a tender, warm voice,
Zechs drew a softly shuddered breath at that touch and shook his head, eyes still closed. /So strange... I've done that so many times, but never knew what it felt like... oh... mmn, *that's* why they like it so much.../ "Treize..."
"I love you, Zechs." Treize's voice was raw with emotion, as he kissed Zechs' hip, keeping that touch going. "I love you."
Trembling hands found Treize's hair and burrowed into it, stroking. "I love you, too, Treize," the blond whispered. "I... I want to make you happy..."
"You do make me happy," Treize whispered, starting to pull his fingers out, to put more lubrication inside of Zechs, "You care for me, love me, protect me... You're the greatest companion I've ever had, Zechs... So caring."
Zechs tugged at Treize's shoulders. "Please," he murmured, "I need to kiss you."
"Mmm." A soft noise of agreement, as he pulled his fingers free and slid up, blanketing Zechs as he caught the blonde man's lips in his. /Yes..../
Long arms wound around Treize's neck and Zechs let himself fall into the kiss, so sweet and heated. He couldn't get enough of Treize's skin on his, couldn't hold him firmly enough or kiss him passionately enough to let him know how he was feeling. But he tried... oh, how he tried...
"Can I be inside of you?" Treize asked, softly breathless as he broke the kiss slowly. "I need to show you... how wonderful it can be."
For several moments, Zechs simply looked into Treize's eyes, as if weighing or searching for something. Then he seemed to find it and managed to breathe, "I'm yours... do whatever you want with me..."
"I love you," Treize whispered, trying to assure the man as he moved one hand to squeeze lubricant into his palm, warming it as he smeared a bit more against Zechs' entrance, before coating himself. All the while taking slow, tender kisses from his lover.
"Is it all right that I'm still scared?" Zechs asked with a soft, self-deprecating smile.
"Personal experience says 'yes'," Treize smiled gently, kissing the edge of Zechs' lips with a tender nuzzling gesture.
"Thanks," said the blond, holding tight to Treize's shoulders. "All right," he whispered after a few moments. "I'm ready."
"Just relax," the older man cooed softly, one hand grasping Zechs' hip for a moment, stroking there tenderly. "There are more comfortable positions, if you'd like..."
"This is fine... really..." He looked up at Treize, letting one hand leave the other man's shoulder to stroke his cheek. "Now love... before I lose my nerve."
"Yes," Treize uttered in a shaky voice, kneeling between Zechs' legs, tilting the golden bottom up as he began to lean in. "Relax...."
"Mmmm..." For the moment it was fine - just the warm press of Treize's shaft against him. It was new and strange and terribly erotic. /God he's big... he'll tear me apart.../
Then the thick shaft pressed carefully, with more pressure. "Push out, Zechs. Like you showed me how to do..."
Gaze locked on Treize, Zechs did as he was told and pushed outwards, causing the thick member to slide into him. Azure eyes widened and he let out a ragged breath as his hands tightened on the broad shoulders of his lover. "Oh, God... Treize... so big..."
"I'm still, I'm still," he uttered in a gasp of his own, surprised by the clutching, grasping tightness around him, as he stayed where he was. Little but the head was in, but just to stay there, still, feeling being *inside* of his lover... his love. "Oh, gott... you're gorgeous."
The utter vulnerability of it shook Zechs to the core. He had never opened his body willingly to anyone because that meant trusting someone, surrendering, however briefly, to another man's control. But lying there, watching Treize's face and seeing the desire there - /God... desire... does he want me as much as I want him...?/ - the blond man realized that it was happening, he was beginning to trust the other man. Bit by bit he was surrendering... and it wasn't the end of the world. It was, instead, a way to show Treize how serious he really was. Reaching up, he slowly pressed his lips to the edge of Treize's jaw and pushed out again.
Another slow slide in, just a bit... "Oh, you feel so hot, Zechs... tight around me, it's... ah, so wonderful." One hand was stroking slowly at Zechs' hip, a tender motion that didn't falter, even when he let out softly pleasured gasps. "Does it feel good...?" /I don't want to hurt you. Never hurt you.../
Slowly, very slowly, the pain was being replaced with something more complex. It was pleasure, but instead of coming from one part of his body, Zechs could feel it building from many places. It came from the feeling of Treize inside of him, to be sure, but also from the sensation of pressing up against his lover from head to toe. Another part was beginning to build from the feel of Treize's breath on his neck, still another from the *idea* of what they were doing. The pain was there, in the background, but Zechs wasn't paying it much mind now, lost in strange and growing excitement he was feeling.
"Yes," he finally managed to whisper. "Strange... so different... but... ahhh, good..."
"Yes, so good," Treize nearly whimpered as he seated himself within that searing heat. "You make me want, Zechs, more than anyone else ever could..." He could pull Treize out of his funks, play with his emotions so well because Treize loved Zechs' so much, needed him, to be there and be happy.
"I couldn't do this," Zechs whispered, "if it wasn't you..." It defied description, really, he thought. So much he wanted to tell Treize and he couldn't begin to put it all into words. All he could do was nuzzle against the older man's face and make struggling attempts. "You... ah, Treize... perfect for me... made for me..." And then, breathed into a delicate ear, "Was I made for you...?"
"You were," Treize whispered in reply, assuring as he held so deathly still inside of Zechs' tight clench, turning his head to nuzzle at Zechs' lips. "What I'd give to lose myself completely into you."
Zechs nuzzled back with gentle, open-mouthed kisses. "I want to feel you move."
"I don't want to hurt you," Treize answered in a softly tremulous voice, even as he rocked his hips back just fractionally. "Ah, so much!"
Zechs gave a small gasp at the feeling, half pain, half pleasure. "More," he said, voice hoarse with desire. "Oh... I want it, Treize..."
"No restraints," Treize whispered, hands clutching lightly at Zechs' sides for anchor. Another shift, still slow, but more of one. "Ohh..... gott."
A harsh breath in Treize's ear and Zechs's fingers grabbed hold of his lover's shoulders. "Ahh! Treize... deeper... oh, *please*..."
Deeper.... meaning Zechs wanted more movement. Treize was so deathly afraid of losing his control, of tumbling over the edge of it and accidentally hurting Zechs... "I love you," he whispered in a shaky breath, pulling nearly all the way out before he pushed back in, starting a steady rocking motion.
The blond man's body trembled with the feeling - so much heat and stretching, feeling Treize so excited. he was having to reinterpret what pain and pleasure were, what they felt like. Nothing was simple, but everything was so very good...
"Yes... ah, yes... do it, Treize..."
"You're beautiful," Treize stressed, as if the words had locked into his mind, and he could think of nothing else, and didn't care to. The press and withdrawal of his hips came more evenly, a smooth pounding pace as he brought a hand up to caress Zechs' cheek.
Almost without thought, Zechs found his hips lifting toward the man above him, seeking his own impalement. Surely Treize was tearing him in two, and every now and then his lover's shaft would rub that sensitive place inside, sending shivers through him and making him moan. "Yes... oh, yes..."
At nearly every thrust, Zechs' body trembled around him, clutching deliciously. "'m not going to last long enough," Treize whimpered softly, knowing it was a lie, that he could force himself to last if he could just find the *control* he needed. But wrapped so tightly up in Zechs' heated body, that control wasn't getting near him.
Zechs was far beyond that point, his body and mind conspiring to send him over that edge, falling from a great height into powerful waves that shook him to the core. He gave a sharp cry, and his release coated the space between them.
/So much wanting to hold back for Zechs' sake,/ Treize thought delightedly, as he gave two hard strokes into that spasming heat, and then joined his lover, flooding the tight heat around him. Heaven was found in slumping forward, laying spent atop his lover, utterly unable to prevent happy laughter, even though it hurt his chest.
Zechs was panting but managed to get out a "Hey! What are *you* laughing at!"
The laughter was breathless, but Treize curtailed it enough to answer, "Just happy. Deliriously happy."
Zechs's eyes narrowed. "Happy, are you?" he asked still panting. "Well *that's good to know." As he spoke his hand moved up to Treize's ribs and he dug long fingers into them, tickling mercilessly.
"Ahahah! Ow..." Treize trailed off chuckling, wincing a little as he rolled off of Zechs, and onto his back, pulling the man atop him. "Mmm. I guess I haven't healed up fully yet..."
Zechs looked sympathetic, in a mischievous sort of way. "Oh... poor Treize..." he murmured tenderly. "I suppose I should just roll over to my side and let you go to sleep, eh?"
"Mmm, no," Treize uttered with a light smile. "I want to sleep wrapped up in your arms... one more night to last me until I see you again."
The light in Zechs's eyes went out completely. "Ah," he said quietly. "Well then, I'll go get something to clean up with." He sat up and threw back the covers. /That's the last of it, then... he's kidding himself if he thinks he'll come back.../
But arms were secure around his waist, tugging him back into bed. "Don't bother. We'll deal with that in the morning."
"Right." The tall blond turned off the lamp on the bed table and drew up the covers again. He tried as hard as he could to not say anything, but it was no good. The experience he'd just been through had left him feeling strangely emotional and vulnerable to a point he'd never imagined he could be. "Treize... please," he whispered into the dark. "Please don't leave me..."
Treize pressed closer, arms tight around Zechs. "It's not leaving -- it's just... a short parting. A trip, Zechs," the soft tenor voice murmured, accent getting heavier again. "I don't want to leave, but I *have* to... But it won't be for long. Weeks at the very most."
"But... but I just *found* you; the *real* you and... it's taken me so long to understand what you mean to me... now I finally have and... and you go away... it's not fair..." Zechs buried his face in the soft pillow case beneath his head. He knew he was sounding childish, but it seemed so wrong for Treize to be going, especially after what had just happened between them.
/Because we wasted so much of our time together,/ Treize thought sadly as he nuzzled closer to Zechs, making them a tangle of lean limbs. "You could come with me, to Bonn, and wait while I clear everything up?" he tried to suggest.
"Yes - and meet your fiance? I don't think that would work very well, Treize. Besides... I think you really want to go - on your own - don't you?"
"I need to see Marimeia again," he murmured quietly, "and I'm legally bound to fix up my estates."
"Yes..." Zechs repeated. Every exchange between them made him more and more certain that he'd lost the man beside him and, lying there in the dark, Zechs couldn't begin to think of how he could go back to his old life. "All right," he said quietly, "I won't try to stop you... I won't keep asking you to stay. It's... it's your life. You should live it the way you want to."
"I love you," Treize whispered softly, smiling tiredly. "I'll be back, Zechs. I promise that I will."
End of Chapter 32
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