19 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 LEMON (graphic m/m sex); sap; Zechs angst
Zechs slid out of Treize's grasp and backed away a bit, needing the distance to prevent him from wanting the older man too badly. But it didn't work. "You can't say that and also mean the things you said in the pool. If I'm here, something might happen and your career would be in jeopardy. Une said that. She told me I was putting you in danger - and you tried to tell me I wasn't. But if you were being truthful, you wouldn't pull away when we get close. You told me you have instincts that kick in when things are dangerous... and that's what happened, isn't it?" He stopped for a instant, noticing for the first time that his heart was pounding and he couldn't tell exactly why. Anger? Desire? Frustration? Or perhaps all three... "Damn it to hell! Why couldn't things just stay the way they were that first day? It was perfect! So perfect I thought I'd die from being that happy - like one person couldn't take that much. But is that all we get? One perfect day?" He stood, staring at Treize, his eyes beseeching. His voice, when he spoke was soft and sad. "It's not enough, Treize... It's just not enough."
Treize grabbed the boy and pulled him into his arms. "Listen to me, Milliard. I have priorities in how I value things -- Do you really think I'd rather have my career than you? If you think that, you sorely underrate yourself. I don't *need* my career to live -- but I do need you to live."
"And I need you... more than I need to breathe..." Zechs kept his eyes on Treize. "But being with me makes you nervous. It must. We didn't do anything wrong that first day. We were just... close, so close... Like we couldn't get enough of each other's skin. But if you're right, you go to prison if it went any further." The blond ducked his head walking backwards, slowly towards the connecting door. "How can I stay? How could I be selfish enough to not care if that happens?" He shook his head slowly. "I can't Treize... I can't."
Treize grabbed the boy once more. "I'd gladly go to prison because I was with you, as long as you waited for me until I got out," he smiled, kissing Zechs lips with a passion. "Understand that you're worth the risk to me, Milliard. What good is my reputation if I lack a soul to live up to it? I need you to keep living. You give me hope, and passion again, and a want to live through all the battles that come. You're worth suffering anything for, to keep you at my side."
Zechs frowned, face-to-face with his lover. "I won't allow you to go to prison," he said fiercely. "I don't want you *suffering* because of me. That's not what I'm here for." He took a breath and tried to calm his heartbeat. "The last thing I want you to do is suffer."
"If you *leave*, Milliard, I'll suffer," Treize spoke seriously, holding the boy's eyes, even as his hands continued to hold Zechs close. "If you leave, Milliard, I'll die inside, because you'll take my heart with you. If you leave, my job, this house, nothing will matter any more. Not having you is the worst suffering I can think of."
"Treize -" he said wearily and put his head down on a broad shoulder. He was tired of ignoring it, tired of arguing it with Une and with Treize, tired of worrying what he'd done wrong to make the man change so. "I don't know what to do..." he whispered, "... or where to go."
"Stay with me, my love, and enjoy what we have -- this life is not made for regrets. It's made to be lived," Treize murmured, hugging Zechs close.
There wasn't really anything to say to that. So he kept his head on Treize's shoulder, staring vacantly out at the room, the connection between the two of them feeling fainter every minute.
"No more brooding, my love," Treize breathed softly, arms tight around Zechs before he began urging him back toward the bed. "I love you, and will not allow you to put yourself through any more mental misery."
"I don't want to lose you," Zechs said, "but I don't want you to settle for second best, either. If that's what you doing here, I don't want it to happen."
"Second best? How is this second best?" Zechs' knees hit the bed, and Treize pressed the boy back more, until he was laying back, with Treize above him. "I would NEVER settle for second best -- which is why I wanted you."
"But you can't have me," Zechs whispered. "Or won't. You can't get what you really want out of our relationship because I'm not the right age. That makes me dangerous and that must be why you haven't felt what you did..." He turned his head to the side. "Sorry -" the voice was even lower, "I promised you not to complain."
A firm hand lifted Zechs chin and he was kiss again, as Treize savored the taste of those firms lips beneath his. Slowly drawing back his mouth but not the hand that held Zechs' face still, he uttered, "all that I want of our relationship is to be as close to you as possible. Whether through sex, or just holding you close in your sleep, I'm happy, Milliard. As long as I have *you*."
Zechs' weary eyes locked on to Treize's. "Sometimes... sometimes I want you so much it's scary..."
A wry smile flickered over Treize's lips. "You can have me, if you so desire, my dear love. I can't deny you anything." He leaned in again to kiss Zechs, shifting the boy even more onto the bed. "Will you let me help give release, however temporary, to both your desire and mine?"
"Anything," the blond breathed. "Anything for you..."
"My love," Treize purred softly, kissed Zechs again, even as his hands stroked slowly along the boy's sides, before cupping his buttocks to lift them, and press Zechs' erection firmly against his own. "Tell me, did you like my finger or my tongue inside you better...?"
Zechs' eyes were closed, his head restless as he lay diagonally on the bed, pressing his feet against Treize's pillows. "It doesn't matter..." he said, his breath a whisper of sound. "Do anything you like to me..."
"You're mine," Treize murmured, pulling back, but only to open the bedside drawer and pull out a tube of lubrication. Then he moved to blanket Zechs again. "I love you." And as he took Zechs' mouth in his, setting the tube aside, his other hand grasped the boy's erection.
Moaning at the sudden and intimate touch, Zechs bucked his hips softly, pressing himself against Treize's hand, Treize's kiss was hungry, and the fierceness of the passion behind it made the blond boy grip the older man's arms tighter. He heard his own soft moans mingle with the sounds of Treize's breathing, heavy and erotic and felt a desire in him so keen that surely he would die if it were ever fulfilled.
"Mine," Treize breathed raggedly, breaking that kiss, before sliding down a little, ravenously latching his mouth onto the boy's collar bone. Soft, warm, smooth skin, the color of wheat, and it was his to taste, so he began to suckle at it, intent on leaving red marks of the delicate flesh, even as his hand kept stroking the boy.
A long moan, low and desperate, came from somewhere deep inside the blond boy's chest. The only things he knew at that moment were Treize's mouth and Treize's hands. He was panting heavily, eyes closed, head thrown back, with every part of him aching just to press... press hard against heated lips that could suckle his very life from him just by touching his skin. He wanted to press against the maddening pleasure of Treize's hand, those wicked strokes that took away all thought and left him a creature of need. And now, one of those needs was tugging at him; a need he didn't understand but could deny. He felt empty. He needed something... in deep... to fill him up and make him whole. Small, incoherent cries came from him and it was all he could do the whisper, "Your tongue... oh, Treize I want to feel your tongue inside me... want to be the food you need to live..."
"I want to taste you again, my dear," Treize uttered, breaking away from a wickedly red mark he'd been making. "My love..." Sharp nips and suckling kisses were pressed down the boy's body; all the while, he kept stroking, slow, steady, pinching Zechs' weeping head every so often to stop him from getting too close. A little lick at the base of Zechs' erection, and then Treize let go, hands sliding beneath Zechs' body to lift his hips, exposing that sweet entrance to his mouth.
It was pain, but oh, what a sweet pain. Every feel of a sharp tooth or a ruthless mouth brought a low thrum of pleasure to him, first his heart, that beat so fast it surely wanted to escape his chest, and then to his aching shaft, making his back arch further until he was just a long bow of tension. He was about to open his eyes when he felt Treize's hands underneath him, lifting him up, as if he were merely a glass of wine. He squeezed his eyes shut at the devastatingly erotic movement and every part of his body screamed for the contact. But it was a silent scream, for he couldn't seem to make any sound at all but ragged, panting breaths.
All of which, Treize heard and savored, drinking in even as he teased at the small entrance. Zechs was *very* clean, so this was perfectly wonderful to do to him, and especially so since it was *Zechs*. Anything with the blonde was perfect, because his want.
/Dear God! Those little touches... ahh!... I can't... can't... take this... ohhhh... please, Treize, please, please.../ "Please!!" And at that moment, the hot, wet tongue penetrated him and Zechs thought his body had turned to fire. He let out a scream of pleasure and pressed his hips against the squirming demon that had invaded him. Invaded and taken every scrap of decency, of self-control, that he had and left him a writhing, panting thing, driven to madness by sheer pleasure alone.
Pulling back, regretfully, Treize panted "Touch yourself" before going back to his pleasures. His hands were tight on Zechs' hips, holding his steady as he began a rocking, twisting motion with his tongue, trying to reach as far as possible. Ah, it was heaven to here the boy's exulted sounds of pleasure...
Zechs obeyed the order and let his hands trail down to the aching member between his legs. He let his fingers run down his length and stray to the heavy sac of his testicles, which made arch his back and moan to the rhythm of his stroking fingers. Wrapping his long fingers around the silky weight, he let his other hand drift to his erection. That was when he became aware of what Treize's tongue was doing to him and the next thing he knew, that heated invader had pulled him over the edge. He was aware of hearing his own rhythmic cries, as if they were somewhere very far away. He was only here, in the moment, overwhelmed at the way Treize could make him feel.
/Yes, come for me,/ Treize thought, still teasing. Such a familiar taste, one he never wanted to forget... One hand holding Zechs up as he continued to toy with his entrance, his other hand reached blindly for the lubricant fumbled it open and smeared some of his fingers. They moved up to stroke at the base of Zechs' erection, grasp silky wet below Zechs' own grasp.
Zechs had reached that place in ecstasy where the only thing he wanted was something to press against. He reached up and held Treize's hand still and and pushed against it with every bit of strength he had left. One, long cry came from him and for a brief moment, he was nothing but a muscle that had to, *needed* to contract and nothing could make it feel strong enough.
Treize let his lover thrust, and kept teasing with his mouth as long as he could manage, rubbing his own hardness against the bed until he too came, spilling onto the sheets, drawn out by the sight of the boy's orgasm. The moment seemed to last forever, until both collapsed onto the bed from spent want, though the need hadn't faded. Licking dry lips as he pulled back, Treize stretched languidly, before pulling Zechs into his arms to kiss him.
For long moments the blond could only lay in Treize's arms and be kissed. His muscles were spent, and his body trembled with the desire he'd felt and still did feel. Gradually, as the kiss deepened, he reached up and pulled Treize towards him, lying back as he did, and holding the older man's hips so that his bottom rested on Zechs' returning erection. "Treize," he whispered hoarsely, "your *mine,* too."
Treize kissed this lips again, tender and wanting. "Yes, I am." He rubbed against that erection, sighing softly. "I do believe that it would be legal for you to do whatever you wanted to me," he spoke truthfully, hopefully, trying to open up as many options as possible. "It would certainly be enjoyable..."
Zechs eyes widened, even as his hips pressed up against Treize. "You... you would... let me do that? To you?" His breath was coming faster again just at the thought of what it would feel like. "But I... don't know how it's done..."
"Everyone has to learn somehow," Treize uttered, kissing Zechs again. "I'm your's, my love. I'd love it if you were to do that to me."
The blond stared deep into Treize's eyes and whispered, "How do I begin?"
"Lubricant," Treize whispered back, pressing the tube into Zechs' hand. "On yourself and in me, my love. But let me do both. I want to touch you again," he uttered.
"Oh... I want that too..." Zechs breathed. "I want to feel your hands everywhere..."
Treize unscrewed the cap, and waited for the boy to squeeze some onto his fingers; then that hand reached down and began a slow, sensuous stroke of the boy's newfound erection, even as his other hand crept between his own legs, to open himself up.
Paradise, really - the sight of his own glistening shaft in Treize's long fingers and those same fingers pushing up inside of Treize, where he so wanted to be. His eyes had gone half-lidded and he felt wanton, sensuous, and utterly *male* in a profound and primitive way.
Deep sapphire eyes were locked onto Zechs' face, even as the little dual preparations went on, Treize stretching a little to slid a third finger in as far as possible. And Zechs was watching. That alone was hot.
Yes indeed the blond was watching, cheeks heavily flushed, eyes gone gleaming blue, lips parted and moist. He was hypnotized by the site of those long fingers, pushing in so far... and pulling out nearly all the way only to push in again and move - oh, how they moved inside of the older man. Without thinking, he gave a low moan that was nothing but desire made audible as the fingers continued to entrance him.
Treize's face screwed up with pleasure, eyes closed for a moment as he mauled his own prostate. Flexibility and long fingers came in handy sometimes, and this was one time that he'd certainly never argue with. When he at last opened his eyes, withdrawing the fingers, to look tenderly at Zechs; the whole time, he'd kept up the steady stroking. "Ready," he murmured, laying relaxed on his back, legs spread for his lover. "There are different way, but this... this way I can still kiss you. You have such a beautiful mouth..."
Zechs rolled toward Treize and slowly mounted the older man. His legs moved between long, silky thighs and he rested his hands on the bed to steady himself. He could see the delicate entrance, glistening with lubricant, and he brought the tip of his shaft to it, rubbing softly at the rosy pucker until he saw it open slightly and the tip of his head pressed in. It all looked so very erotic. His entire body was trembling just at the sight of it, let alone the strange and breathtaking feelings that were beginning to course through him. "Ahh, Treize," he said in low voice that sounded well beyond his thirteen years, "Want you... all of you... oh, God is this really happening?"
"Yes," Treize breathed, words a soft pant. It *had* been a long time, and now he was so tight that he could feel every bit of Zechs as the boy pushed into him, steady and slow. "Ohh, God... Milliard, my Milliard, my love, please, come into me..."
Unable to hold back, Zechs thrust deeply, all the way in, and moaned at the feeling of heat and delicious pressure. His breathing was ragged and he knew he was close to coming, but he didn't want it to end so soon. /Maybe if I stay still, maybe if I just don't move, I can wait.../ Carefully, with every tiny movement sending sparks through him, he rested his elbows on the bed and leaned down to brush his lips across Treize's. "My love... my god... Treize..."
Treize lifted a hand to tangle it into Zechs' hair, pulling him close. God but the boy within him, a comfortable, touching fit that seemed to brush... He shifted his own hips against that impalement and savored the shiver that ran through him. Yes, the boy touched his prostate perfectly. "I love you..."
The movement of Treize's lips against his own left him feeling hot and greedy. He pressed against the warm mouth, running his tongue along the the edge until Treize allowed him in. As he deepened the kiss a low, guttural sound escaped him, his tongue doing what his aching shaft long to do. And, oh, what a sweet sense of possession. Zechs wanted to claim the man's body and soul, to mark him forever as belonging to him, and only to him. So he ate at Treize's mouth slowly and deeply, small sounds of pleasure coming from deep in his throat that he was completely unable to stop.
And Treize didn't want it to stop -- he wanted it to go on for eternity, the feeling of being kissed so thoroughly, of being filled so perfectly. His own mouth battled gleefully against the welcome intruder, until their mouths moved as one, and Treize began to rock his hips without thought of his actions, before pulling back to pant, "Fuck me, Milliard."
Zechs stared into the deep blue eyes and a little whimper escaped him. He pulled back until just the tip of his shaft penetrated the older man, closing his eyes against the intense pleasure of that erotic friction. Then his body took over and he thrust, hard and deep into Treize, over and over, shaking his head in disbelief at the intensity of the feeling, at how completely *right* it felt.
One leg wrapped around Zechs' slender waist, and Treize lifted his hips to better receive the powerful thrusts, eyes open to hold Zechs' gaze, but eyes threatening to roll back in his head from the pleasure of it. "Ah, been so long... so good, Milliard... my love..."
The movement proved to be too much for Zechs' overeager hormones to take. "Ahh... can't... can't... ah, God, Treize!" The blond slid his arms under his lover and pulled his hips up off the bed. Holding them firmly in place, he leaned forward, on his knees, and gave several long, hard thrusts, as deep as could get into Treize's heated body. Then there was one last push as he held Treize so that only the man's shoulders remained on the bed. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Zechs threw his head back and gave a long, keen cry, amazed at the intense, pulsing, release that flooded into the man beneath him.
Hot, filling, and Zechs was pressed right against that spot... He'd kept a hand on Zechs' neck nearly the entire time, but now the other hand drifted down to work his aching erection, working it until Zechs spilled deep within him -- all the catalyst he needed to come, his arched body arching more, tense as it pulsed out.
Breath, hot and ragged, and all Zechs wanted to do was hold Treize to him, as close as possible, never to let go. His trembling arms lowered his lover slowly to the bed and then he was spreading feather soft kisses everywhere on Treize's cheeks, lips, chin, and neck. The heat of passion had been joined by a fierce and holy tenderness that was as overwhelming in it's quiet intensity as the other had been in it's noisy pleasure. To Zechs it was all just worship - worship of the man who had become the center of his life and the partner of his soul.
Arms wound tight around Zechs, holding him against Treize's tingling body, still shuddering in the aftermath of such pleasure. "I love you, Milliard," he purred, hands tracing along Zechs' spine, fine, delicate patterns of untraceable origin. As he softened, Zechs began to slip free, and Treize tightened himself, trying to keep Zechs within him. "That was beautiful. Perfect."
Zechs pushed his hips forward, wanting to stay buried in Treize's heat. He rested on one arm, the other moving up to allow his fingers to trace the lines of the older man's face. "You..." he breathed, "You are so amazing. You... *feel* so amazing..." He kissed his lover softly, trailing his tongue down Treize's cheek and coming to rest with his mouth over the man's ear. One damp, heated breath and then he pushed his tongue inside, letting it squirm within the tiny cavity before pulling it out and lightly tracing the outside of the ear. "I love you..." he said as he blew softly into the moist canal and then moved to smooth Treize's brows with his tongue. "I'll love you for eternity..."
"I never will be with anyone but you," Treize swore softly, squirming at Zechs' touches. "Oh, you're so wonderful..." Punctuating his words, he squeezed Zechs again.
Zechs gave a low moan at the intimate touch. The thought of it, and the feeling of Treize's lean body beneath him was enough to make his shaft harden again, the need even more urgent this time. He rolled to one side, pulling Treize over on top of him and looked up, pleading, into Treize's eyes. "Oh, let me do it again... but with you taking what you want.. how you want it... please..."
Ah, those eyes.... he could never deny the boy anything, as long as he saw those eyes, those pure, rich eyes. "Yes, my love, my lover," Treize uttered, taking a brief kiss before sitting back, his lover's erection still within him. The boy's stamina was driving his own higher than it had been before, but this time the joining would last longer.
As Treize settled back on Zechs' hips, the blond boy moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open, his gaze on the man above him. "Oh, yes... so deep..." he whispered, lifting his hips a bit, wanting as much of Treize as he could get. "Use me... every bit of me... is yours..."
"Relax my love, and enjoy... a most passionate ride," he uttered, lifting himself up slowly, to nearly empty, before pushing back down with a rush.
Throwing his head back on the pillow, Zechs closed his eyes and gave a sharp cry of pleasure at the sudden friction, bringing heat and sending fire through his body. His hands strayed to Treize's thighs, caressing them with long, slow strokes before bringing his hands up to cup Treize's buttocks and push him forward on onto the hardened shaft.
Breath hissed through his teeth, face twisted from pleasure. "Ah, Milliard. You fill me perfectly, fit every space... made for this, you're just..." He shifted again, back this time, trying to fall into a rhythm. "Perfect, love."
Zechs began to move his hips, small presses in rhythm with Treize's movements. This time was so different than the first, which had been nothing but fire and need. This was agonizing, prolonged passion, drawn out until his body was taut with pleasure. His hands couldn't get enough of the warm skin of Treize's legs and belly and he moaned his lover's name with every press of the man's body onto his.
Sweet music to hear, better than any opera to his ears. Those cries expressed a range of emotions that were echoed in his own moans, panted pleas of his lover's true name. Slow, so slow, heavy, shaking strokes that jolted both of them, keeping them near the edge; Treize didn't want to go over yet.
Zechs opened his eyes, half-lidded in pleasure. Staring into the beautiful face above him, it seemed for a moment that he was witnessing heaven and he reached a hand up to touch the vision's face, warm fingers dancing lightly over the smooth skin he found there. His moans had turned to soft whimpers, the music of his worship for the ecstasy his sweet god was giving him.
Treize turned his lips toward the hand that touched his face, kissing the palm even as he raised the tempo of their dance. "Love you, oh, heavens..." He looked down to the boy, lips lingering on that hand, and his eyes were entranced; a halo of golden hair spilled around his head, warm skin, hazed eyes and slightly parted lips, reddened from kisses. "Angel."
As their pace quickened, Zechs let his hands trail down Treize's neck until they came to rest on the man's broad shoulders. His fingers gripped the smooth skin and the firm muscle underneath and he pushed Treize downward, while at the same time bucking his hips to push farther into that damp, clenching heat. His eyes were closing, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all, and not knowing what to do with feelings that threatened to overwhelm him with their intensity/ "Please," he whispered, "oh, please Treize... I need it so much..."
"Close," Treize panted softly, working his muscles around the welcome intruder inside him even as his body clashed with Zechs'. "Heavens, I need you, Milliard..." The boy's want was matched by his own, and he couldn't resist bending close, taking Zechs' mouth in his own moments before he spilled across Zechs' stomach and chest.
The warm wetness, evidence of his lover's pleasure, was enough to bring Zechs tumbling after Treize. Throwing his head back on the pillows, his body arched, pushing into the man above him as far as he could go before giving out a long, low growl and pumping hot seed into into the beloved man's body.
The feel of it, deep inside him, heated and now familiar as his hands kneaded at Zechs' shoulders. "Oh, uhn, mmn, yes..." His chest heaved as he drew in breath, body tense as he savored it.
For a moment afterwards, there was only breathing. Panting, ragged breathing that accompanied a free fall softly down from ecstasy. Zechs felt dizzy, so he kept his eyes closed, his hands firm on Treize's hips. He wanted desperately to speak, to tell Treize of the enormity of the gift he'd give Zechs. But at the moment, when he tried, only the smallest sounds came from him, while the sound of those panted breaths seemed loud as thunder.
Treize dropped off to Zechs side, and reflexively tugged him close, body limp, energy drained away in one of the the most delicious ways possible. "Mm, thank you, my love," he uttered, feeling the boy at last slip free of him. "Thank you."
Zechs shook his head back and forth on the pillows. "Mnn... no, not me... you...thank you... beautiful Treize..." He rolled towards the man and wrapped his arms around the lean hips. Snuggling down next to him, he kissed the damp skin on his lover's neck and closed his eyes again, long, golden lashes sweeping down against the sensitive place below Treize's jaw. "Love you... love you more than anything..."
Smiling tenderly, Treize kissed Zechs' temple, letting it trail down to his lips. "Yes. More than anything. I love you. Forever. You're my angel..." The lips on his neck were knowing of his weak points, just as the words the boy spoke.
Sleep was claiming the blond boy, but he needed, and took, one last kiss from the lips that now seemed like the only sustenance he needed. Then, burrowing against Treize's shoulder, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
End of Part 14
(:./kumiko/bblood21)
