Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Dawn ❯ Chapter 03 ( Chapter 3 )

Beautiful Dawn

Part Three

Of all the deceptions contrived by his unconscious, Heero had to admit that this was the most creative … and the most puzzling. There were no dark images, no endless self-recriminations: just a golden vision of masculine perfection hovering before him. Its very perfection was sufficient proof of its insubstantiability. For a moment he could do nothing but simply stare in awe at the mysterious apparition. It was the kind of beauty that he did not allow himself to acknowledge within consciousness, but asleep, his dormant sexuality loudly asserted its approval, and in that moment Heero knew lust in all its foreign exhilaration. And it was like breathing sweet fire, delicious heat filling his veins and settling in a soft ache between his thighs.

This was dangerous, the cold survivor within him argued, and yet another part of his brain reasoned that what could possibly be the harm in savoring something so rare? Surely there was no malice in that fall of sunny silk, the hammered paleness of those shockingly turquoise eyes. The urge to reach out and touch the Adonis was almost too great to be denied, but he feared that like the smooth surface of a lake it would dissipate and be destroyed even at the gentlest of touches. Instead, he allowed his mind's eye to trace the impeccable straightness of the aristocratic nose, the beguiling curves of the firm, sensual lips. Heero's emboldened imagination was just about to venture lower when the vision spoke.

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The sensual invitation in the boy's gaze was unmistakable, and Zechs was momentarily rendered breathless by its intensity. A more explicit display of desire was unnecessary. Mesmerized by the melting navy depths of those eyes, and leaning in to capture the beauty's soft lips with his own, he murmured the topmost thought in his mind:

"My God, you are beautiful."

Abruptly the spell was broken. The boy jerked backwards, lips thinning into a harsh line and melting blue eyes narrowing into glittering slits of ice. Zechs saw the tightening of the boy's knuckles, the taut skin gleaming white under the pressure of his grip on the edge of the table.

His voice when he spoke -- deep and utterly inflectionless -- had the dousing effect of a cold bucket of water over the blonde's heated senses:

"Get away from me."

Zechs rocked sharply back on his heels, realizing that he was still leaning towards the suddenly frigid stranger. Embarrassed and perplexed, his own response was an epithet on his lips:

" Forgive me, it appears I've mistaken you for someone else."

So startling was the change from the yielding sensual nature the boy had displayed before, to this indifferent iciness, that Zechs' lie felt infinitely closer to the truth. It was as though two strangers were inhabitants of the same body. Gone was the youth's relaxed expression -- the soul-boring eyes. In their place were closed-off flatness of eyes reflecting nothing and revealing even less. Had he imagined the invitation he had seen swirling in those depths?

The cold beauty was giving him no time to find out. He was briskly and efficiently packing away his books and preparing to make his retreat. Despite the boy's calm façade, Zechs could sense the anger seething beneath the surface. What was even more perplexing than the seasonal change in the boy's behavior was the fact that the anger seemed directed inwards rather than at him. Zechs frowned; this was more than irritation at oneself for falling asleep on the job.

He found that despite himself, he was intrigued. The boy had more layers than an onion-and he wanted to peel them all away. Which was the true picture: this stoic antagonist, or the enchanting creature he had stumbled onto?

The boy brushed past him without a backward glance, his faint masculine scent lingering in the air. Zechs inhaled deeply as he watched him, gaze intent on the lithe figure quickly retreating from sight.

" Oh, no my little enigma, we haven't seen the last of each other yet."

Part Four