Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Kind of Battlefield ❯ A Different Kind of Battlefield ( Chapter 1 )

A/N This is the requested prequel to `Who Wants to Live Forever' and it's basically smut almost PWP. This is the first fic rated over PG I've ever written and definitely the first smut fic. I didn't think I'd ever finish this one and it had been sitting on my laptop for about a week, which, when your trying to write something, seems like forever but I finally finished it and this is the result. Tell me what you think cos I really need some feedback for this. Please R&R.

Summary: A meeting between Heero and Zechs. Prequel to `Who Wants to Live Forever?' Warning yaoi - that's two men having sex, don't like don't read people.

Rating: R definitely

Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing it would not be rated PG.

Warning: Yaoi - If you don't like that don't read, if you don't know what that is don't read, if you are underage don't read, if you're homophobic don't read.

A Different Kind of Battlefield

On the door outside the room Millardo Peacecraft heard a code being tapped out, he didn't blink and didn't look up from the computer he was now pretending to study. For some reason even the knowledge of his lover's approach could rend him incapable of concentrating on anything but the telltale signs of the approaching perfect soldier.

If Heero hadn't wanted him to hear him approaching then he wouldn't have done, it was as simple as that. The signs were only telltale because he had heard them so often. Exactly the same at every meeting, it keep them business like, they both knew there were no emotions involved, although never stated, they both knew. They were soldiers; emotions were a complication they could do without, well, that seemed to be Heero's view on the subject at least.

He froze and fought the urge to turn around as Heero Yuy made his way silently behind him; a decade of training as a soldier screaming at him that having his back to the enemy was a very bad idea.

Heero grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, saving him from the further indignity from the fact that, even after all this time, his young lover could inspire such apprehension in him. No, not young he reminded himself, as he saw the predatory light in Heero's eyes as a hand gently stroked his cheek in an almost perverse parody of affection considering the actions that were about to come.

The hand made its way further down his cheek before moving across to grab his chin and pull him into a bruising kiss.

It was a kiss intended to punish and, as he mused through the haze that had settled upon his mind as Heero claimed his mouth most effectively, it was almost amusing, the way they had butchered this usually intimate act.

There was no way this kiss could be mistaken for intimate. Heero's mouth savagely attacked his, tearing at lips and mouth, seemingly determined to bestow pain upon the other man. A split second before Millardo came to his senses and started to kiss back, just as ruthlessly, he reflected that that was probably exactly what it was intended for.

Millardo stood up forcing Heero back slightly but the teenager just responded by wrapping his arms around the others neck.

Millardo was not stupid. What could usually be taken as an act of devotion and a desire to hold the other close was now an act of combat between the two. Heero now had the ability to control him and the position they were in, there was no way he could pull back, and, if Heero was so inclined, and Millardo wouldn't blame him, Heero could snap his neck quite easily.

He realised that he had at least another night to live, however, as he felt the pressure around his neck decrease a split second before he was let up, panting for air, as Heero smiled that domineering smile at him again and he realised in no uncertain terms that tonight belonged to his lover.

There was no way he was going down without a fight though and Heero, he knew, would be most offended if he didn't at least try for supremacy over the other pilot.

As he swooped in for another kiss though Heero pushed him back one more step and he hit something with the back of his legs. Turing round slightly to see he realised he'd managed, in the cramped room, to have backed straight onto the bed. How did that happen he thought wildly, I was over there a minute ago.

The smirk on Heero's face deepened and he pressed gently on the other man's chest, just enough to send him back onto the bed.

***

In hindsight Heero should probably have noticed that the grin appearing on his partners face was not from being dominated but from an approaching, if small, victory. As he pushed Zechs back he didn't notice one of the legs that came up to unbalance him, if not knock him over. In the few seconds that followed where he was not in control he was pulled down bodily onto the bed and before he could blink Zechs was straddling him.

"Mine," he heard the older pilot purr before Zechs dipped his head and gently began to suckle on his neck, before beginning to suck harder, finally biting hard enough to draw blood which was gently lapped up and he found himself lost in a kiss with a faint coppery tang. It took him a moment to realise in this state what the tang was, he was the perfect soldier and not used to the taste of his own blood.

***

The wrists that Zechs was pinning down twisted slowly and broke free and came up to grab his chest, effectively flipping them and a couple of seconds later his hands were pinned above his head by one of Heero's. "Naughty, Naughty." He heard the purr in his ear just as he registered the clap of handcuffs around his wrist, which was then shackled to the bedpost.

***

"I think," Heero murmured sitting back and savouring the image in front of him, once the other hand and feet had been securely fastened to the bed. "I think, it's time to teach you a lesson. You belong to me Zechs." His hands were on Zechs shoulders and the other man could feel Heero's fingernails digging into the flesh and he leaned in to further drive the point home. "You are mine Zechs Marquise don't you ever forget it." Slowly he pulled off the tank top and spandex shorts but not before pulling a small but sharp knife out of the pocket and smirking again at his captured prey. "I hope you have a spare set of clothes Zechs as he began to slowly cut them off leering slightly as he realised that Zechs had chosen to forgo wearing underwear.

***

Zechs, for indeed that was who he was with Heero, he had started the battle as Zechs and he would finish it that way, felt his heart rate increase as pure adrenaline flooded his system. His lover was gently, almost lovingly circling one nipple with his tongue before biting down and then kissing the abused nub. Before moving onto the next and slowly, torturously making his way down Zechs' body, leaving bruises all down his torso and stomach replacing those that had only just faded from the last time Heero had been in control, both were careful though to never bruise the face, so no questions as to the origin of the marks could be asked.

Desperately he tried to make himself think of something unarousing, anything to stop his treacherous body reacting this way to Heero's ministrations. Lady Une, Duke Dermail, Tuberov in a bikini, `urgh', that last one made him shudder in horror which within a second had turned into a shudder of pleasure as Heero nipped lightly at his inner thigh. `Traitor' he silently yelled at his weeping erection.

Heero made his way up slowly towards the glistening erection before bypassing it completely causing Zechs to let out a moan of desperation despite himself.

He gasped though when Heero settled himself on top of his body allowing an almost unbearable second of friction before pulling away again laughing lightly at Zechs' barely audible curses.

Anything, Zechs thought desperately, anything to release the pressure building up. Suddenly he began hiss muffled curses again as one of Heero's fingers slowly began stroking the pucker between his cheeks before slipping inside and began rubbing the inner passage as another finger slipped in and began to stretch him.

"Who do you belong to?"

He heard the question as Heero finished stretching him and pulled away, causing, despite himself, a deep moan of protest even as Heero gently lowered himself onto his body causing their erections to rub and him to see stars. `How the hell is he even coherent damnit?' He wondered, a random flash of thought as he desperately tried to concentrate on something else.

"Who do you belong to?" Heero purred again almost fully pulling away this time smirking as he saw Zechs' helpless body attempt to arch up desperate for some kind of contact. "I said…"

"You! You! I belong to you! Now damnit Heero fuck me!"

He heard the perfect soldier laugh again and then, "what's the magic word?"

"I hate you."

"I know, I hate you too."

Heero positioned himself and started to push in slowly, tortuously.

"For fuck's sake Heero I'm not gonna break now get on with it."

Heero stopped moving altogether causing Zechs to let out a wail, which, if you asked him about later, he would have denied ever doing.

"I don't think, you are in any position to make demands Zechs, so shut up."

For the millionth time since meeting him Zechs wondered if Heero was really human after all, `how the hell can a human have that much self control, how…?'

Zechs' train of though was cut off abruptly as Heero, as if noticing he was trying his hardest not to pay attention, grabbed his hips hard enough to bruise and thrust in, sheathing himself completely in one single movement.

`I must be in Hell,' was Zechs' first muted thought, `cos there's no way they'd allow something this sinfully good in Heaven.' Then Heero began to thrust and whatever train of semi-rational thought he might have been able to manage was cut off abruptly.

It might have been seconds and it might have been hours later, he had to keep reminding himself to keep breathing for heaven's sake, like he had enough presence of mind to actually keep track of time, when he heard Heero's whisper of "come now." Thoughtlessly he obeyed the order, spurting come all over the hand that had gripped his erection at the last minute, clenching his muscles around Heero's erection causing Heero to come as well.

Heero collapsed on top of him, pulling out slowly and then, leisurely, bringing up his come-soaked hand and beginning to lick it clean, offering it to Zechs shortly after so he could finish the job before finally crushing their lips together, mixing the taste of the come with the blood from their mouths, still bleeding from harsh kisses and bitten lips.

***

When Zechs awoke, still handcuffed to the bed he saw, much to his relief that Heero was still there, if Heero left him like this he didn't know how he was going to get out.

He looked at the perfect soldier for a few seconds and, for the thousandth time, he wondered what kind of training could have possibly turned what should be a happy, ordinary teenager into a soldier, always looking for the next threat, whose life revolved around the next mission, who managed to keep up an indestructible mask even while he was sleeping.

For a second he wished his hands were free so he could brush away a lock of that unruly brown hair that had fallen across Heero's face. The next second he realised how lucky he was that his hands were tied. If they had not been he would undoubtedly have gone to move the hair and that would have inevitably have woken Heero and could possibly have gotten him killed.

`I'm sorry' he whispered silently, for the first time really realising what effects a war, that he had helped orchestrate, could have, even upon battle hardened soldiers.

Resolve set in, mankind must realise the effects war can have, there must never be another war. He would show them what war could do, he would show them effects so devastating that even the idea of a battle would cause them to scream in horror, he would never let them forget what was going to transpire, he would destroy man's appetite for war forever.

`It'll be over soon Heero,' he promised silently. `And then you'll never have to fight again.'

***

When he awoke the next time he was unhandcuffed, Heero was gone and there was a plan fully formed in his mind, they would soon realise, he promised himself, they would soon know exactly what war meant.

Owari

A/N Like I said, first smut fic ever, it probably shows too, constructive criticism welcome, flames will be given to someone I know who's a pyromaniac, at least he'll appreciate them.