Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Dawn ❯ Chapter 06 ( Chapter 6 )

Beautiful Dawn

Part Six

The warning in the boy's tone was clear. But it clearly fell short of the effect Heero had intended, for Zechs stubbornly maintained his vise-like grip on his wrist. The flash of pain Zechs had seen in Heero's large eyes at his careless words -- and the twinge of regret it roused in him -- had given him pause. But it was short-lived, as Zechs' anger and frustrated passion were translated into the perverse need to rattle Heero as he had rattled him.

A spark of anger sprung from the depths of Heero's gaze, glittering coldly.

"I said , release me," he ground out between clenched teeth.

The rigid bent of the boy's body, and the fine trembling of his fist as he struggled to contain his rage at the rough, unexpected invasion of his personal space, was quickly devoured by Zechs' predatory gaze. A smug, vicious satisfaction spread through him.

"What's the matter love?" he taunted savagely. "You seem upset."

Heero's eyes narrowed at the endearment, and if possible, he tensed even further. A warier man would have heeded the anger radiating off the boy in malignant waves.

It was mere fodder for Zechs' perverse mood. "Perhaps you are human after all," he goaded, lip curling into a sneer.

The force of Heero's fist connecting solidly with his jaw sent him staggering backwards. Instead of causing him to release his wrist, Zechs instinctively tightened his fingers around the silken flesh as he sought purchase with his rapidly flailing feet. The unexpectedness of the motion, and Zechs' greater weight sent them both sprawling in the dirt: Zechs flat on his back in the gravel and Heero dumped unceremoniously between his thighs.

The sharp bite of gravel digging into the tender skin of his elbows and the backs of his arms, confirmed that he would have bruises on his arms to match the one on his much-abused jaw. Only after a quick inspection ensured the integrity of his dental work (those crowns were damn expensive) and that his bruises were only a few to his body -- and to his pride -- did Zechs appreciate the sensual implications of their position.

The entire situation was so ironic that he almost laughed.

Almost.

Heero's lean hips were pressed into the cradle of his thighs, and even through the rough material of his jeans Zechs could feel the boy's intimate heat, and the softness of Heero's slacks caressing his legs. The pebbly bits scratching the back of his neck and trailing down the inside of his shirt, the fact that they lay gloriously tumbled in a parking lot, near a very public highway ... all were forgotten as he savored the soft, erotic weight of Heero pressed so closely against him. With the beauty's vital heat mingling with his own, and with his sweet, masculine scent filling his nostrils, it was very, very easy for Zechs to imagine just what Heero would feel like with nothing between them except warm, naked skin. It was enough to send hot blood pulsing to his groin and to make him groan.

Heero's realization of their position came in that moment. Zechs saw it in the sudden widening of the boy's eyes, the dark bloom of his dilating pupils and the becoming flush spreading across his cheekbones. Immediately, he scrambled skittishly backwards.

But he wasn't fast enough.

Reaching out, Zechs quickly stopped him. Tenderly cupping the back of the dark head he drew Heero's face downwards and captured his soft lips.

A startled cry tore from Heero and he struggled briefly in the embrace, breath gusting out in pants as Zechs' mouth slanted over his own. He tried resisting the gentle pressure nibbling at his lips, the soft, wet lick of Zechs' tongue returning to the seam of his closed mouth. But Zechs persisted, coaxing him to give access to the sweet recess he sought. The delectable mouth parted under the assault and Heero moaned helplessly -- part surprise and part desire, his own tongue tentatively stealing out to mate with Zechs'.

Zechs ravished the moist recess. Heero's mouth was soft, full and wine sweet. The tentative movements of his tongue, and Heero's helpless moan of passion, elicited an answering growl of desire in him. His grip tightened on the slender form in his arms, and his fingers delved into the soft mass of Heero's hair as he'd so longed to. He massaged the tender scalp and caressed the sensitive skin at Heero's nape, and a helpless shivering seized the boy in his arms. Zechs crushed him close, wanting so much more than these desperate kisses. When Heero rocked shyly against him , it was all he could do to stay in control.

Damn, but Heero was perfect! Zechs slipped a hand between trembling thighs, molding the delicious heat he found there -- hot and firm and hardening with each slow movement of his palm. Heero's eyes went wide with shock.

"Ah!" Instinctively, his legs clamped shut, trapping Zechs' hand against his most intimate flesh. He moaned. "What are you doing!?"

"Shh, It's all right baby," Zechs nibbled at the soft , pink lobe of a perfect ear. Gently pulled his innocent beauty even closer. He reached for the small button on Heero's pants, " let me make you feel good."

*

It was the sharp gravel pricking the tender skin of his palms as he leaned drunkenly into Zechs' embrace that reminded Heero with cold clarity who he was, where he was, and with whom he was so wantonly sprawled. He tore his mouth so abruptly away from the blonde's that Zechs - still wholly enraptured by the pleasures of the kiss, released him willingly.

Heero skittered away, horror and shame washing over him as he realized what he'd done. His mouth twisted. Why was he so weak?

*

By the time Zechs came to his senses, Heero was standing a careful distance from him. The bewildered, almost frightened expression on his face, completely at odds with his heightened breathing and kiss-swollen lips. Zechs' heated gaze dropped to the juncture of Heero's thighs, where the unmistakable ridge of his desire was sweetly tenting his slacks. He stifled a groan. Gods,he wanted Heero so badly, it was almost more than he could bear.

Heero's own mind was clearly at odds with is body - but for entirely different reasons. When Zechs stumbled to his feet, the boy seemed ready to bolt.

This time, Zechs was not about to let Heero escape.

Part Seven