17 May 2000
Based on the song by Madonna & Patrick Leonard.
I've always wanted to get Zechs and Walker together, so here's a kind-of PWP for them.
As we've all been saying, feedback is food for the fic author's soul...
Read the warnings, then enjoy.
kumi
DISCLAIMER: All Gundam Wing characters are property of Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Setsu Agency, and Asahi TV. This work is not written for profit, but for entertainment purposes only.
WARNING: Contains *GRAPHIC* yaoi scenes. Do not read further if you are uncomfortable with male-male sexual relationships.
Author's Notes: This fic describes an encounter between Zechs Marquise and his subordinate, Walker, approximately 2-3 years before the start of the series. It's framed by Walker's commentary while he is at Corsica Base, awaiting Zechs' arrival. As in the series, Walker has discovered Tallgeese and is planning on giving the suit to Zechs when he arrives. The fic is written entirely from Walker's point of view.
Key for punctuation:
"..." - character dialogue
>...< - song lyrics
A.C. 195 Corsica Base, European Area
I received word today that the man who is the hero of OZ and our number one ace pilot is coming here to meet with the base commander. Zechs Marquise is coming to Corsica. A fellow officer knew that I had worked under him almost three years ago, and asked me what that had been like. I told him that the Lieutenant was an excellent leader and that his men were fiercely dedicated to him. What I wanted to say was that I loved Zechs Marquise as fiercely as I have ever loved anyone, that I still did, and that I was prepared, if the gundams arrived here, to fight and die for him, and him alone.
>Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home... <
A.C. 193 Somewhere in Alliance airspace over the European Area
I heard his voice as my cockpit radio crackled to life. "Walker! What are you doing so far afield? I told you to stay with the left flank, now get *going*!!"
I felt my cheeks redden, all alone here in my Aries, and hesitated for a moment. "But Lieutenant Zechs, sir -"
Suddenly I heard the scream of his Aries coming down from above me and I was just about to turn away from the central battle zone when he fired a round of shots at something. The ground-to-air missile that had been headed straight for me blew up instead, making a spectacular explosion that, luckily, I saw on my vid screen and didn't feel at all. I could only gasp in relief.
His voice again, quieter, silky, echoing in the cockpit along with my adrenalin-speeded breathing. "That's why you listen to your commander's orders about fighting zones. Do you understand that, Walker?"
"Yes... yes, Lieutenant Zechs... I..."
"And you will *not* do this again, will you Walker."
"N-No... I won't. Sir."
"Good. Now get back to your unit, they need help on the left, the rebels have some vicious missile systems on that side."
The whine of his mobile suit's engines reached my burning ears as he rocketed off towards the right flank line. "Thank you, sir." My words were passionate, stunned, and very sincere. But I said them to the sky and I know he never heard them.
The fight that day was the bloodiest I have ever been in. I'm not a rookie, not by any means. I've gone through the Academy at Lake Victoria Base and I flew my first missions above the JAP sector, several of them. But I had never seen carnage like I did that day. The rebels we were up against had somehow acquired massive amounts of heavy artillery and several large beam weapons. No one had known about it, so no one had told Lieutenant Zechs to expect that kind of assault and our troops felt the sting of death far too often that day. As the battle wore on, the men fighting grew weary and sick of what they were seeing: body parts falling to earth from exploding mobile suits, both ours and those belonging to the rebels, seeing the silent screams of the doomed pilots we shot down, staring dumbfounded at us as we brought their deaths upon them, and everywhere the acrid odor of burning flesh and mobile suit fuel. It was a nightmare.
But many of us survived and we took out that rebel encampment, as the Alliance had asked us to. But when we arrived back home, it seemed that all of the day's horror finally hit us. We'd been defending ourselves against it for hours, but it rushed back for most of us with an intensity we didn't understand. Even lieutenant Zechs himself was shaky. He gathered us together in the hangar and thanked each one of us for fighting, for giving him the best we could. He told us we had brought great honor to the name of the Specials. The he saluted us and turned away, walking towards his quarters in the officer's building. Mine were there too, and I stifled a ridiculous hope of seeing him again that evening.
The horror finally got to me later that night. I had gotten in to bed and as soon as the light was out the images began to rise up before me - images of blood and terror and the shattered faces of the ones who died. I fought off the feelings for all of five minutes before I began to shake uncontrollably. I needed help and the first and only person I thought to seek it from was my commanding officer.
> When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there <
The light was off in his quarters but I was desperate and reached up with a shaky fist to knock. There was a pause and then he was at the door, frowning at me in what I'd learned was concern. "Walker," he said in that deeply resonant voice. "What is it? What's wrong?"
I almost gasped. The man stood in the door, haloed by the pale light coming from his bedside lamp, and his mask was not on. I had never seen such beauty in a man, and have never seen it since. He seemed to register my shock and his hand went briefly to his face. The he glanced up and down the hall and pulled me inside.
I tried to speak. But my mind was a war in and of itself - a war of images and sounds and smells that blocked reasonable thought and left me mute and merely shaking my head. The next thing I knew, Lt. Zechs had pulled me into his room and closed the door.
I didn't wait. I fell into his arms, wrapping them tightly around him and burying my face in the sweet-smelling robe that was the only thing he wore. "Oh, sir," I breathed, "when will they go away? These terrible things I keep remembering... Can you make them go away, sir?"
I thought perhaps he would take me by the arms and shake some sense into me. He didn't want cowardly soldiers. His own bravery was the standard for our squadron and every man under him did his very best to live up to it, thought the Lieutenant never told us to. But he didn't shake me. He didn't tell me to stop crying or to pull myself together or even to forget about it all and get on with being a soldier. He didn't do any of that. Instead, he put his arms around me and cradled the back of my head, stoking my hair and whispering, "Shhh. I know, Walker. I know it was terrible, one of the worst I've been in and I've seen quite a bit more than you. You have every right to be upset. But we survived, and that has to mean something."
His arms were powerful comfort, his voice a silky caress, and I fit myself closer against him, my head resting on his shoulder. "Thank you for understanding, sir," I whispered against the warm skin of his neck, made damp with my breath. "Thank you..." Without thinking, I did what seemed the natural thing to do, and pressed my lips against that sweet place, tasting him for the first time.
And, oh - what food he was. So I continued my kisses, nuzzling up to his jawline where I let my tongue trail along it's length. He stood perfectly still, barely breathing, and a part of me knew that any minute he would tear me away from my tender worship of him and I would be looking at a possible court martial. But when I risked a glance upwards, his eyes were closed, lips parted softly, looking like an angel in rapture. I kissed his jaw, just below his chin and heard a honeyed sigh. "Walker... oh, Walker..."
> I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying... <
To hear him speak my name that way! Suddenly, the world outside of his door- the other soldiers, the base, the war - no longer existed and I was in free fall. I'd been trained in airplanes that rocket toward the ground, and screamed through the skies in a blazing tumble of controlled chaos that was Aries warfare, but nothing, nothing I'd ever done made me feel as dizzy and dangerous as that aching whisper of my name on the lips of my beloved superior. I had met him six months earlier and been in awe of him since then, only lately coming to realize the depth and intensity of the feelings. I knew, at the moment, that I would do anything for him, even give up my own life, if it would advance the cause he believed in and fought for.
"Sweet sir..." I sighed against his cheek, you don't know... could never know... how much I've wanted you..." I heard him moan and it made me wriggle against him, needing somehow to be closer. His hands had strayed to my hair and now he tangled long, strong fingers into it and pulled my head up and pressed his lips to mine. A strong rush of adrenaline swept through me and I opened my mouth to him, rewarded by the sweet taste of his tongue, probing into me, rubbing and thrusting in something akin to sex itself. My own moans were mingling now with his as I pushed back and captured his tongue in a gentle sparring match where both of us surrendered and both won the pleasure.
> I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me <
I was lost to him, desire so strong I thought surely I would die if it went on like this. But it did go on as he ate slowly, sensuously at my willing mouth, and my knees began shaking badly. Powerful arms held me and strong thighs pushed at me until I found myself lying on the table that we'd been standing by, my bottom at its edge, legs hanging over the side. My Lieutenant was leaning over me, nuzzling my neck and jaw, standing between my legs and pushing them gently but firmly apart with his own. I could feel his silky hair in my fingers and then it fell from his shoulders, tumbling around my face, hiding us and our secret kisses.
His mouth on me was sweet torture, drawing moans of pleasure from places inside that I hadn't known existed. Running my hands across his powerful chest, my fingers brushed warm skin and I slid them beneath the soft material of his robe, touching reverently before pushing the fabric off of one broad shoulder. His hands were exploring me as well, pushing my cotton sleep shirt up, long, warm fingers brushing against my belly and upwards until I felt a shock of pleasure from his thumbs, soft as a whisper against the tips of my nipples. I gave a long groan of pleasure and at the same moment that I arched up into that maddening touch, he bit down gently on the skin between my neck and shoulder, holding me in place while he pinched and rubbed the sensitive nubs beneath his fingers. I cried out at the feeling, exquisitely tender and achingly erotic at once, and felt the fingers of one of his hands on my lips and sliding into my mouth.
I knew what he was doing. It wouldn't do if anyone heard us while we coupled, so I clamped down on those fingers and sucked on them fiercely. It was enough to take me over the edge, and I whimpered with each pulse, feeling the warm, wet fluid washing over my belly and his. I was crying, so overwhelmed by the feelings that I couldn't speak.
He kissed my tears and then pressed his mouth against mine. I felt his hands under the waistband of the shorts I wore to bed, and in one, swift movement they were gone. They had left me bare to him and now his hands were on me, feathery soft on my aching shaft. I let out a soft cry as his fingers, wet with my own semen, trailed downward to my balls, rubbing them gently, hefting the heavy sac in his hand. "I want you..." he whispered into my ear. "Dear God, I *want* you!"
"Oh please, sir." I put my head back and stared into ice-blue eyes soft with pleasure. "I've never done this with a man. And I want it to be you... only you."
> Like a child you whisper softly to me
You're in control just like a child
Now I'm dancing <
"Oh, you do me such honor..." His words were silk against my ear, breath warm and life-giving, driving the horrors of the day far down into the hell where they belonged. Far, far away from where we were.
As he lowered his head and took a stiffly aroused nipple into his mouth, his wet fingers slid down the cleft of my buttocks and probed softly at my entrance. I felt my muscles tense and his mouth was at my ear. "Relax... uhnnn... I want so much to be inside of you... want to push in and mark you... ahhh... as *mine.* Only mine, Walker... you'll belong to me." He claimed a fiery kiss and then breathed against my lips. "I won't let anyone touch you - no one but me... and ohhh, how I'll touch you, pretty soldier. So very, very deep inside..."
"Yes!" I whisper back, aching with need for him. "Do it, sir. Oh, I want it!"
Murmuring my name again, he trailed his lips down my chest and belly, nuzzling his way to the soft hair around my shaft. My eyes closed in pleasure as I felt his mouth on me, licking the head before taking me to the hilt in one smooth motion. As I cried out and felt his fingers once more in my mouth, another of his fingers pushed up inside of me. It was only a short way at first and he stopped immediately to let my body adjust to the strange fullness.
He continued sucking firmly on my aching erection, the fine strands of his hair tickling my belly, making me writhe under him, far gone in pleasure. His clever mouth kept me distracted from the discomfort of being invaded as his finger explored me, pushing and stretching gently to prepare me for him. I had slipped my fingers into his hair and was bucking up softly against his mouth when his probing finger pressed something deep inside of me. Suddenly I felt a storm of electricity travel through me, beginning at that tiny, sweet spot and spreading outward until I knew I had to have release or die. And at that maddening moment his warm mouth slid off of me, replaced by the palm of his hand and he pushed his own heated shaft inside of me. I came again as he thrust all the way in, the soft and heavy mass of his balls rubbing softly against my body. He had taken me completely, and my eyes widened as the two of us stared into each other's eyes, panted breaths mingling as he slowly lowered his lips to mine. I cried softly into him, intense pain warring with undeniable pleasure, but even as I did so the pain began, very slowly, to ebb.
> It's like a dream, no end and no beginning
You're here with me, it's like a dream
Let the choir sing <
He was still for a few moments, his lips warm against mine and one hand caressing my hips, waiting for me to relax. And with every second he waited, the desire built in me. Oh, he knew it, too - knew just what he was doing, and soon I was trying to thrust my hips up against his. "Please, sir... please... don't deny me..." He pulled back, almost out of me, just the tip of him, teasing at my entrance. It made me frantic with desire, struggling against the weight of him, trying to lift my hips to pull him inside. "Don't do this, sir," I panted. "I need it..."
Slowly and deliberately he reached for my hands that had been around his neck. He pressed them above my head, holding me down, a hand on each wrist. I had never felt so completely wanton, wanting him to take me, *now*, as hard and deep as he could.
Something in my eyes must have told him of my need. He leaned down again, tracing his warm tongue around the outside of my ear before letting the tip squirm in, making soft, sex-like thrusts. I was about to scream with frustration when I heard his voice, very breathy and low, tickle against that same, abused ear. "My name is Zechs... not 'sir', not 'Lieutenant'... just Zechs. We looked at each other, our lips almost touching, and then he said, "Are you ready?"
> Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery
Just like a dream, you are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there <
I nodded silently, speechless from so much unfulfilled desire. He smiled softly, hands still pressing my wrists down, and then closed his eyes and thrust deep inside of me.
Oh, the pleasure - pleasure and pain of Zechs' long shaft, moving inside of me. One thrust followed another as he built up a rhythm, fucking me steadily until I was moaning and panting, loving the feel of him, the delicious friction as I bucked my hips up to meet his.
Was this real? Was I really there, under him, with him moving inside of me? And Zechs himself, normally so cool and calm, rarely breaking a sweat even in combat, was moaning my name, with flushed cheeks and panted breaths. "Want you," he growled. "And you're *mine*, aren't you? Only mine."
"Oh yes," I moaned. "Dear God, yes."
Slowly, not breaking the erotic rhythm he'd established, he released my hands and let his fingers trail down my body. When they reached my hips, he slid them under me and cupped my buttocks, lifting them off of the table and holding them steady while he thrust hard into me. The slight shift caused his long member to slide firmly over that sensitive place, buried deep inside, and as it did my entire body tensed, my back arching up into each thrust. I drove myself against him as surely as he drove into me, then felt everything tighten and the next thing I knew rivers of fire were coursing through me and I was coming again, my aching shaft pulsing it's release as I squeezed him, deep inside, over and over again.
> Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me
Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me <
His fingers tightened around me and he raised me up until only my shoulders and head were left on the table. A soft moaning cry seemed to be torn from him and I felt him, hot and wet, filling me with his seed - marking me as his own. That sweet, flooding feeling seemed to go on forever as I wrapped my arms around him, fingers tangled deep in pale gold silk. I promised myself to remember the moment for as long as I lived, when my beloved commander had honored me in such a way.
He was finally still and for a long time there was nothing but our own ragged breathing and cooling bodies between us. I felt a deep sense of loss when he slid out of me, but he took me in his arms immediately and carried me to the bed where we wrestled together, each covered the other with reverent, fiery kisses. He pinned me many times, leaving me hot and breathless, before I managed to flip him over onto his back and pin his wrists above his head. Staring down at his face, the face he hid from the world, was like seeing the most beautiful jewel of all time brought out for a brief time from where it was kept in darkness. "Oh sir," I breathed against his heated lips, "Zechs... you're so very beautiful" And then I kissed him, long and hard. And we began all over again.
Hours later, when the day we'd had caught up to him, he lay next to me, breathing peacefully. I was awake, and I propped myself up on one elbow to watch him sleep. My hands were trembling as I touched his cheeks and lips, marveling at their perfection. "You're an angel, Lieutenant," I whispered to him, "or maybe just a dream made up by a frustrated soldier. But if this is a dream, then let it go on, Zechs...
> When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there <
And now, I too my last look at the face that stirred me into such passion, so quickly. Tomorrow it would be hidden again, as would this night and what we did together. Exposure would mean discharges for both of us as well as time in the brig and I wanted neither, for him or for me. And so, before my desire to stay with him and sleep in his bed could overcome me, I slipped into my clothes and kissed him softly for goodbye.
A.C. 195 Corsica Base, European Area
My friend in the main hangar called not five minutes ago and said the Lightning Baron had arrived, and now I find myself screaming down the highway toward the Admiral's quarters, when Zechs was to meet the old man and pay his respects. I don't know if our commander will be there to meet him or not, but I will. For I have found something that only he can use, a mobile suit, begun twenty years ago that's perfectly suited for Zechs. He needs and deserves it, and it will be his gift from me - the Tallgeese.
We wait here for battle and more than anything else, I want to repay my debt to him with my life if it proves necessary. Long live Lieutenant Zechs.
> You know I'll take you there... <
Owari
(:./kumiko/likeprayr)
