Revised: 28-Oct-2000
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I am poor. This story is for entertainment only. It has lemon yaoi and is mean to Relena. If you can't deal, don't read.
This has been changed a little and I think they are improvements. Please let me know. Thanks. Sorry for the crossposting.
Relena was ecstatic. They had agreed. All five Gundam pilots would be coming to the party. It was so perfect. After two years of trying to show Heero just how terrible Duo really was, Relena had found the ideal plan. The girl's eyes got all teary as she thought of all the terrible things that longhaired fool had forced Heero to do. The detectives had taken very detailed pictures. It didn't matter that her beloved was on top, Duo was forcing him into it somehow. Poor, poor Heero. She had to save him. And now the time had come. Today she would prove her love to the Japanese pilot and break Duo's control over him.
The plan was flawless. Quatre, the youngest of the pilots, had just turned eighteen. Relena made a big show of wanting to throw him a birthday party. All the pilots were invited, though it had taken a little work to find Heero. It would be a private affair on her brother's estate. (The Queen of the World had arrived two days ago and pretty much taken over.) There was no polite way to turn her down. After all, how do you say no to the Queen of the World? Once the pilots were here, Relena could go into action.
Several hours later found Relena in the kitchen of all places. She was looking over the drinks for dinner. Each person at dinner had a special glass. Zechs had a rose on his, a gentle rebuke by Relena for his past inappropriate relationship with Treize. Heero had a dove, Quatre a camel, Wufei a dragon, Trowa a lion, and Duo had a scythe. The latter was very fitting, Relena thought, as the drug she was about to put in the glass would sever all ties he had to Heero. Duo would become what Relena always knew he was, a sexual predator. The drug was designed to drive an individual into a sexual frenzy. For hours. All she had to do was place the drug in one of the other pilot's drink, get the two alone together, and have Heero catch them in the act. Easy. Then he would be hers.
There was a little guilt for using a drug invented by OZ, but Heero was more important than some minor moral considerations. Besides, she was planning to use the drug on that annoying Chinese pilot. He had once insulted her. Now he would regret it. How dare he call her self-centered! Duo and he deserved each other.
Relena was about to empty the first vial into Duo's glass when a servant walked in. She tried to keep pouring the drug and turn at the same time. The entire contents ended up in Quatre's glass, not that Relena noticed. She was so sure of her own perfection, and was so distracted by trying to look innocent, that the possibility of a mistake never crossed her mind. Once the servant was gone, Relena turned back to the glasses. Duo's was taken care of, now for that annoying Chinese boy.
Once again fate intervened. This time the cook came in. Relena continued pouring even with her back turned. This time the contents went into Zechs' glass. With a satisfied smile, Relena stashed the vials in her pockets and left the kitchen. As far as she knew, everything was going according to plan.
Dinner was formal. Everyone was wearing their best. Heero in a stunning navy blue suit, Duo in a black suit with a red vest, Quatre in a pristine white suit, Trowa wore a casual green suit, and Wufei was dressed in the formal clothes of his clan. Relena wore the best formal dress money could buy. It was cobalt blue, just like Heero's eyes. Zechs was wearing black dress pants, a scarlet jacket, and a white shirt. He looked stunning, but one look at the glass his sister had placed before him left him just stunned. All the pain and loneliness of the past two years came crashing back, overpowering the happy occasion.
The young noble hardly touched his plate or drink during the entire meal. The Gundam pilots knew what the rose meant and were fairly certain they knew the kind of relationship Zechs once had with his commander. The same thought was dominant in each one's mind. Relena was being very cruel to her brother. For her to treat him like this in his own home was inexcusable. Heero was the most upset.
Heero wanted Relena to just get the charade over. He knew she was up to something and was very worried about Duo. His young lover was sure to be the target of whatever plan the ditz had come up with. If only she'd show her hand. Heero hated inaction.
Halfway through the meal, he began to notice a strange flush start to creep up Quatre's cheeks and Zechs kept tugging at the collar of his shirt. Both were acting as if the room was on fire. There was no noticeable rise in temperature, so the perfect soldier knew something was up. It had to be Relena's fault.
Finally, Zechs stood up. In a shaking voice, the young noble proclaimed that he wasn't feeling well and all but fled the dining room. Five sets of concerned eyes followed him and one pair of angry eyes tracked him. Relena wasn't very happy. Duo showed no signs of discomfort and Wufei seemed to be fine. Someone must have cheated her. The drug wasn't working at all.
Duo threw Heero a concerned look. Both young men had grown to respect Zechs. It was possible the reminder the glass represented was just too painful for him to deal with. Heero knew Duo would be able to talk to the older man without making him feel pitied. He gave a small nod. The chestnut haired man quickly excused himself and took off after Zechs. Heero looked at the clock. It was only 8 p.m. and already he felt like killing Relena. How was he going to last through the next few hours? With a heart felt, but silent sigh, Heero turned back to dinner.
Zechs had fled to his room. At the moment Heero turned back to his food, the former noble stood before his bathroom sink shaking. His jacket was on the floor somewhere near the bed, his shirt was open and out of his pants, and the young blond had apparently been splashing water on his face. The result was stunning. At least that was Duo's opinion.
The pilot had gone to the one place he was sure Zechs would be and found the door open. The sight of Zechs trembling, shirt open, and face soaked stopped Duo cold. Or should the phrase be hot? He might be with Heero but he wasn't dead. Still the white-knuckle grip the older man had on the sink bothered Duo.
"Zechs? You OK?"
The soft-spoken words had startling effect on the man. Zechs turned as if he had been struck. His eyes were wide. Duo could only describe his expression as hungry. Very, very hungry and Duo Maxwell, former Gundam pilot, Shinigami, and terrorist took several steps backward.
"Run, Duo. Now." Zechs rasped. "Please. I can't..." He took a step forward. "Leave."
Duo backed away from the bathroom and Zechs collapsed back against the counter.
"Zechs? What's wrong? Is there anything I can do?"
The tall royal had to take several deep breaths before he could reply. "I think Relena put something in the glasses. I don't think she meant to drug me, but the fool did."
"With what?" Was he poisoned? Duo almost panicked. He could be dying right there in the bathroom. Or worse, it could be some kind of disease; after all Zechs had wanted him to leave. Duo started to head for dinning room when the other's deep voice stopped him.
"Lady Une had some scientists invent a new drug. Treize ordered it and all research destroyed when he found out, but it seems something must have survived." Zechs closed his eyes to shut out the sight of Duo. The young man looked far too good. So beautiful. The growth spurt Duo had so been waiting for hit last year, and now the pilot was a good foot taller and more muscular, but his braid still ran to his butt. His mind pictured Duo under him, hair unbound, writhing, covered with sweat, calling his name as Zechs thrust into him.
"Tsunami." Duo's voice wasn't above a whisper, but the word echoed in Zechs' ears. Stunned to the core of his being, he opened his eyes only to find Duo gone. The part of him that still had control sighed in relief. The drugged part, however, howled in frustration. That part wanted Duo. Now. And that part was getting stronger. He heard the bedroom door close. Thank God.
Zechs turned on the shower. Cold water wouldn't help, but it was all he could come up with right now. The longer the drug was in his system the harder it got to think. Except for those thoughts of Duo. Damn Une. She was so damn thorough. The drug was perfect. He had just stripped off his shirt when a soft sound alerted the noble to a presence behind him. Duo stood in the bathroom doorway, braid undone and his vest open.
Duo had recognized the signs of the drug. If Zechs didn't burn it out of his system soon, his sanity could be destroyed. The drug was designed to drive anyone into a frenzy of sexual need. After awhile, the chemicals that regulated thought could be permanently altered. Insanity was a major side effect to this particular drug. A small amount could affect a person for hours. Who knows how much that idiot had put in his drink. Left on his own, Zechs would probably try to fight it. Duo knew from experience that tactic wouldn't work. When he reached the door, Duo made his decision.
Heero would understand. He had to. There was no treatment. No cure. The only thing that could counteract the drug ravaging his system was certain chemicals released when a person had sex. Duo wasn't sure of the technical aspects, but he had first hand experience. Sort of. Zechs didn't deserve this and the young man was absolutely certain the drug had been meant for him. The young pilot shut the bedroom door and locked it. The walls were thick so they would have some privacy and anyone who did hear wouldn't be able to get through the door. As the sound of the shower filled the room, Duo unwound his braid, opened his vest, and approached the bathroom.
Zechs didn't even have time to acknowledge his savior's return, his body just reacted. He pushed Duo into the wall and pinned him there devouring the young man's mouth. Duo tasted so good. In seconds, he had Duo's shirt off. The skin was so soft, smooth. His hands found Duo's nipples and began to tease them. He loved the feel of their hardening under his touch. The violet-eyed youth moaned against Zechs' mouth. The sound brought reality crashing back to Zechs. What was he doing?
The noble man clutched Duo to his chest resting his chin on Duo's head. The American could feel the tremors running through Zechs' body. Why had he stopped? Could he really be thinking he was forcing Duo? That was it. Duo knew it. Only one way to prove he was a willing participant.
Lowering his head slightly, the former terrorist took one of Zechs' nipples between his teeth. Using his tongue to tease the nub, Duo showed Zechs just what he wanted. It didn't take long for the older man to catch on. One moment Duo was on his feet enjoying his new lover's chest and the next he was on his back on the bed with Zechs grounding his hips into him.
Duo unzipped Zechs' pants and almost laughed at how easy it was to get them off the other man. Freeing his lips, Duo trailed a line of kisses down the nobleman's smooth chest and still lower. In a practiced move, the Gundam pilot flipped his new lover onto his back and took him into his mouth. Zechs came immediately, but Duo was ready for it. The drug would push the limits of both tonight. Duo began to work Zechs' member again. His tongue caressed and swirled while he alternately breathed and suckled on the flesh in his mouth. He was rewarded with the sounds his partner was making. Low, passionate whimpers and sighs. He loved doing this.
"Duo..."Zechs groaned. It took all of his will not to grab the chestnut hair and force Duo to complete the sweet torture. Instead he buried his hands in his own long hair. This felt so much better than anything he'd felt before. "Please," he gasped at last. And with a growl Duo did. It was a very good thing the walls were thick.
Duo rose to kiss Zechs. He had managed to take the edge off the drug, but they still had a long way to go. It was time. Duo removed his own pants and underwear. Even as their tongues tasted and spared, Duo's hands guided Zechs'.
"Are you sure?" Zechs had to know. "Heero..."
"Heero will understand." He'd better. "Please, Zechs, I need this." The sentence was underscored by Duo rubbing his erection against Zechs'. Between the sensation and the drug, the tall blond never stood a chance. Grasping Duo's face, the noble once more ravaged the pilot's sweet mouth. One hand began to tease the younger man's nipples, even as the other penetrated Duo.
The first finger caused Duo to jump and rub even harder against the man doing this to him. Zechs withdrew the finger and then thrust it back in. Where was it...Duo arched his back...ah there. Twice more Zechs aimed for that special spot inside of his beautiful lover. Each time Duo made such wonderful sounds. Whimpers and moans. Begging for more.
By the time Zechs used two fingers, Duo was moving in rhythm with them. Trying to keep them in contact with that sweet spot. His hands dug into Zechs' shoulders.
"Please, more. Now." The pilot pleaded.
"Soon, my sweet. Soon." Zechs promised. Drug or no, he didn't want to hurt Duo. However, he couldn't last much longer either. The sight of Duo, naked, mouth open and gasping was too enticing. He wanted inside Duo. Now. Quickly, he readied himself. The third finger had the braided beauty struggling to breathe. It felt so good.
"Now, Zechs, now." Duo was more than ready.
Giving in to both the drug and his desperate lover, Zechs grasped the young man's slender hips. Amethyst eyes bore into Zechs. Confidence and trust, and a healthy dose of lust, filled the glowing pools. The once Prince didn't feel worthy of any of those things.
"Zechs." Duo whimpered. He could feel his talented lover just outside him and that wasn't where Duo wanted him. He may not have been drugged, but he was definitely reacting to all that the two had done. Duo whimpered again and tried to push downward. Zechs, however, had a firm hold on his hips and prevented him from moving. The look on the noble's face told Duo the delicious torture was on purpose. Experience told Duo what Zechs wanted; Heero was the same way.
"Please," Duo whispered. He grabbed Zechs' forearms. "Please, Zechs. I need you inside me. Please."
Zechs needed no further encouragement. Slowly, he pulled Duo down. "God," Duo gasped. Heero was more than average, but Zechs was longer. Duo had never had anyone that deeply inside him before. The sensation was incredible. He shifted his hips to drive the burning length deeper still. Finally, the noble was entirely in and Duo forgot about everything except what his new lover was doing to him.
Zechs for his part was caught between two desires. Once fully inside Duo, he waited for the enchanting creature to adjust to him. The drug urged him to just take Duo, while he wanted to slowly enjoy the beautiful young man above him. The feel of being encased in Duo's warm, velvet insides wasn't helping either. Every so often, the pilot would tighten around Zechs while adjusting to him. It was too much. With a groan, Zechs began to move. Watching Duo's sweet face, he found a rhythm that drove both of them a little mad.
Duo's mind almost overloaded when Zechs lifted him up and then thrust back into him. Zechs hit that special place inside of Duo perfectly. Mindlessly, the young pilot arched his back. Good...so good. Each thrust carried the noble further into the pilot and Duo's body matched the rhythm. Pleasure ran through their blood like molten fire. Nothing existed for Zechs but the tight heat he was invading. Duo's world began and ended with every movement Zechs made. It was too much and not enough.
"Harder, Zechs....ah...deeper...please..God..please...further." Zechs heard the plea. In one quick move, he rolled until Duo was underneath him and pinned the pilot's hands above his head. Surprise washed away some of the passion from Duo's face, but when Zechs started to move again, his eyes glazed over. The older man changed the rhythm. He pulled almost all the way out of Duo and then thrust back in with slow, heavy power. Duo's eyes rolled back in his head.
"Oh God," he whimpered.
Zechs almost laughed. Perhaps it was the drug, but in all his life, Zechs had never enjoyed anyone as much as this passionate young man. Finally, he spared one hand to reach between Duo's legs. The young pilot whimpered again as Zechs grasped the throbbing flesh. Callused hands stroked him and built an even greater fire in his blood. Duo was truly writhing under him now.
"Please..." It was all the young man could think of to say. He had expected Zechs to just take him. Instead, the older man seemed determined to drive Duo insane with pleasure. If he was this way drugged, what was he like in control?
Duo was so close it was almost painful. His body couldn't take much more. Sensing the raw need in his lover, Zechs sped up the strokes.
Both inside and out. Pleasure drown Duo's mind as he was filled and emptied only to filled so wonderfully all over again. Claimed repeatedly. Impaled by a hard, fiery length. So incredible. So right. Unable to withstand a second more, and uttering a hoarse cry of ecstasy, Duo came. The sight of him, the feel of his muscles clenching around Zechs, sent the noble over the edge seconds later.
For several moments the two men lay in each other's arms marveling at the sensations they had obviously produced in the other. Then the drug once again claimed Zechs and the whole process began anew.
End Part 1
Phoenix
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