Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Dawn ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Standard disclaimers apply: I don't own Gundam Wing or its bishounen, nor am I making any monetary profit from this fic whatsoever.

Pairings: 6x1, 13+5 ( possible 13x5 later), 3+4
General Warnings: AU ( the pilots are 18, Zechs and Treize are 23) yaoi, angst, sap, lemon
Archive: http://angelfire.com/gundam/asanctuary
Rating: NC 17


Warnings for this chapter: Part one of a lengthy, graphic, 6x1 lemon


Feedback: craved ^_^



Beautiful Dawn 12/?
by: Michalyn












Th e sudden defeated slump of Heero's shoulders, and the complete surrender of the brunette's body to Zechs' embrace, was startling - and more than the blonde had hoped for. He breathed a small sigh of relief, and dared to hope that he had finally, * finally* been able to touch something inside the brunette - been able to reach past that cold outer shell. He shifted Heero's weight in his arms, finding the brunette's tear -streaked face pressed against his chest. Heero still refused to look at him and Zechs could see the trembling of those tender lips and the convulsive bobbing of the boy's throat as he endeavored, still, to hold back the flood of tears.

"Still hiding," Zechs thought.

But that was all right; * this * was progress - Heero allowing himself to be held and comforted. It would take time to get past all the walls, but they were forming something new, something special here, tonight, and he wanted to savor it. The blonde's large thumbs caught the quivering, crystalline droplets clinging to the long, dark lashes and without moving, Heero seemed to curl into himself - as if having the blonde not only witness, but touch the evidence of his grief was enough to cause him pain.

The little, defensive movement tugged at Zechs' heartstrings. What fragility and vulnerability lay beneath the cold mask the brunette presented. Zechs' arms tightened protectively around Heero. From that moment he vowed that the brunette's days of pain - of facing the world alone, were over. Never again would Heero have to resort to stifling his very humanity to survive. As long as he was alive Heero would have someone to turn to.

He swore it.

He kissed Heero's damp unruly bangs, murmuring soft, soothing words.

"Poor pretty thing," he cooed lovingly. " It's alright. I'm here baby, I'm here."


The darkened purr of Zechs' voice was like a soft, intimate caress, and Heero surrendered to it - allowed himself the only comfort he had ever received in twelve long years. What should it matter that it was this man - who had frightened him, who had challenged him, who had crumbled his world…

Who had kissed him.

He was all too aware of the transience of the moment - of a darkened house and a dying man and the inexorable grip of pain and responsibility eager to reclaim him. For now, he just wanted to forget.

When Zechs' lips came down to tenderly claim his own, he was lost, gripped by a swirl of sensation, and he whimpered, helplessly clutching the blonde's shirt. His head lolled against the warm bar of Zechs' forearm, his eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted, welcoming the roaming tongue that tasted, teased and tormented.




Zechs moaned into the pliant softness of Heero's mouth. He had intended the kiss to be comforting and chaste, but the sexy little whimper was his undoing. The brunette was intoxicating, his lips full, petal-soft - his taste, exquisite - smooth honey and sweet fire. He nibbled on the pouting lower lip, sucked on the warm wet tongue, traced the tiny ridged teeth - he plundered, he explored and he tenderly caressed. And when he finally pulled away Heero's eyes were heavy lidded, smoky, - unguarded -his lips moist and delicately parted - his breathing harsh.

Zechs groaned. The boy was the most erotic thing he had ever seen - and he wanted him with a ferocity that was sharp, startling and almost beyond bearing. But it was too soon - Heero was still too vulnerable. It would be wrong to take him when he was beset by grief and embroiled in inner turmoil. When they finally made love he wanted to hear the words of want from Heero's lips - he needed to be certain that it was desire and not grief bringing the brunette to his bed. It was enough for now to simply cradle Heero's soft weight in his arms.

~~~~~

Gradually Heero's breathing slowed, his tears dried, and he came back to himself - and to the realization that he was nestled against the solid strength of the blonde's chest and intimately seated in the warm cradle of his lap. The kiss still burned on his lips.

Hectic color bloomed in his cheeks.

What was he doing?

He attempted to sit up with his usual swift grace but his position allowed for no such dexterity. Instead he found himself awkwardly fumbling about the blonde's lap.

K'so.

How had he allowed himself to be reduced to such a state? His jaw clenched.
Pathetic.


~~~~~


Zechs felt when the tension that had abruptly drained out of Heero's body, slowly began to seep back in as the brunette found his bearings. Immediately Heero tried to escape his embrace and the cold, familiar, self- deprecating set of the brunette's jaw returned, replacing, the soft, sensual pliability he had just displayed.

Zechs would have none of it.

He refused to travel down that road again.

So he chose the fastest and most efficient means of halting Heero's reversion to unpleasantness.

Shock.


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Heero found himself so suddenly and quickly straddling Zechs' thighs that he could only blink in confusion.

Zechs' large, warm hands, pressed intimately into the brunette's slim, lean hips, holding him in place. His voice was deep, ominous, like distant thunder as he pinned Heero with his brilliant turquoise gaze.


"And where do you think you're going?"


~~~~~


The ice had returned to that piercing cobalt gaze and the burning sensuality had disappeared as if it had never been. Heero was once again a stiff, unyielding figure in Zechs' arms, demanding in a low, frigid monotone that he be released. But Zechs had been prepared for this, and his own steel determination rose to the fore.

"Oh no you don't," he declared, tone savage - ruthless. Whatever ridiculous notions you are entertaining may as well be put to rest right now. I refuse to deny what happened here this evening." His voice deepened.

"And neither will you."

He grasped Heero's face between his palms, refusing to allow him the safety of cold distance; forcing the brunette to acknowledge him and to acknowledge what had just transpired between them. The blonde's face was so close that Heero could see the numerous, pale striations of his irises, the dark, velvet centers of his pupils and the small golden flecks ringing them.
Yet Heero stoically persisted, cobalt gaze cold, distant, emotionless - boldly challenging azure.

"You are mistaken. There is nothing to acknowledge."

Zechs abruptly released him, but his hands immediately returned to their restricting position on the boy's hips as he reclined comfortably in the armchair. A tawny eyebrow rose smoothly.

"Do you deny then, our kiss?" Zechs' voice was low, dark - dangerous in that Heero could not fathom the blonde's intent.

Heero's lips parted, but Zechs immediately cut him off.

"Or have you forgotten the way you melted in my arms?"

Heero's fists clenched. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, reopening as dark, reflection-less pools. He remained impassive - silent.

Zechs' eyes roamed Heero's face, intently studying the brunette, seeing past the stoic mask to the fear and uncertainty beneath. His gaze softened.

"What are you so afraid of hmm?" he mused softly, tenderly. He bent to capture Heero's tight, unyielding lips.

"Is it this?"

He nuzzled, licked and nibbled, coaxing the brunette to let him inside. Heero's fingers clenched once. He trembled. But he refused to grant the blonde the access he sought. His eyes remained fixed on some invisible point beyond the chair.

Zechs teased the seam of Heero's lips, mouthed the tender pulse point beating frantically in his throat.

"Or is it this?"

His large, warm hands slid beneath Heero's t-shirt, caressing the delicate skin of the brunette's waist.

A faint, delicious pleasure raced up the dark beauty's spine.
Heero's calm indifference shattered.
He tensed, blue eyes widening.

Zechs' hands traveled upwards, massaging the taut back muscles, dipping into the deep, sensitive groove of Heero's spine. Impossibly, he felt the brunette stiffen even further beneath his touch.

"Relax, love, relax," he murmured, kissing the velvety nape of Heero's neck. His voice was mesmerizing and seductive.

"Why are you afraid of this?"

His hands slipped around to the smooth, silky skin of Heero's stomach. Fingertips traced the tense planes and deep groves of muscles standing out in stark relief as Heero fought the stirrings of his passion. The smallest finger of Zechs' right hand turned, dipping into the tiny well of a navel and a small, helpless gust of air escaped Heero's lips. He lingered on the centerline of Heero's chest, following it from belly button to collar bone and hot color fanned the brunette's cheeks.

Zechs smiled even as his blood pulsed hotly, delighting in the tiny admissions of desire he was coaxing out of the reluctant youth. He wouldn't take him, he vowed, but he needed to do this. He wanted to give Heero the gift of pleasure. He wanted to show the brunette the beauty of his own passion -- to show him that it was something to be treasured and not feared.

Slowly, holding Heero's eyes, his fingers hooked in the stretchy knit of the t-shirt, tugging smoothly upwards. Bit by bit, more of Heero's smooth, tanned flesh was revealed. One arm and then next was released from its cloth confines, and finally the garment was off, pulled over Heero's dark, unruly head. Zechs tossed it to the side and it fluttered to the carpet in a small, cottony heap.

He pulled Heero close, infusing himself with the clean, unique scent of the dark beauty's skin. He caressed the lightly muscled arms and nuzzled the strong, slender neck. When his tongue found the delicate convolutions of an ear, Heero gasped and shivered uncontrollably. Encouraged, he mouthed the tender place between ear and jaw, and his tongue trailed a burning line along the strong tendon of the brunette's neck. He felt as Heero's breath quickened and heard the soft, breathy sounds escaping him. Slowly, and so very hotly, Heero was surrendering to his touch. Zechs had never experienced anything like it, would have never guessed that he could be so aroused by this boy's hot, tentative, passion. He moaned, shifting his attentions from neck to lightly muscled chest, seeking more sensitive flesh.

Heero's nipples were tight, turgid pebbles that betrayed the brunette's arousal. Immediately Zechs was entranced. They were pretty little things - tiny, rose- brown circles against warmer golden flesh. He teased the sensitive skin beneath one velvety nub, long fingers circling, but not touching the tender bud, and Heero arched, fingers clenching against the taut power of the blonde's thighs. His short gasp echoed in the silence as pleasure arced and burst.

Zechs smiled ferally at the brunette's helpless response.

/ Interesting…/


Deliberately, he continued the exquisite torment, determined to wring more soft passionate sounds and secret, sensuous movements from the brunette. He circled ever closer, fingering tender aureoles, fingertips delicately stroking the point where rosy flesh met golden. He savored the sudden, restless clenching of Heero's thighs, the short labored breaths and the helpless lolling of the boy's dark head. The cobalt eyes were dark and hazy with passion, but Heero's soft lips were pressed tight as he valiantly fought to keep from crying out. Mercilessly, expertly, Zechs' thumbs covered the sweet buds, pressing and gently stroking, then plucking and lightly rolling the rigid points between thumb and forefinger.

Sensation zinged from Zechs' fingers to Heero's groin. His breathing hitched and his teeth came down hard on his bottom lip as he struggled to stifle the moan threatening to make its way past his throat. The sweet fire of the blonde's touch, shocked him and his own body puzzled him - frightened him.

Why couldn't he control …

Heero felt the distinct, wet rasp of Zechs' tongue circling an erect nipple and coherence splintered.

The brunette was more passionate, more sensual than Zechs had ever dreamed. The frantic pulse of the blonde's distended flesh mocked his earlier vow not to take the slender beauty. But he was intent on his purpose and resolute, even in the face of his own rampant desire.

Heero was beautiful, sensual, and delectable - and Zechs was not yet ready to appease him.

Zechs repeated the wanton motion, tongue flitting out to taste a sweet nubbin. He watched as Heero's eyes squeezed shut. The brunette's head was thrown back and his features were taut from self- imposed restraint. His hands were braced against Zechs' chest as if he meant to push him away even as he arched languidly into the caress.

/ Ah Heero, still so very stubborn /

/ Fight as hard as you want love. You will sing for me yet. /


Zechs' head dipped, the warm bar of his arm tightening around Heero, as he brought the buds he sought closer to his hungry mouth. The contrast of pale silky strands caressing one violently aroused nubbin, and the slight, abrasive brush of the blonde's stubbled cheek as he moved to suckle the other sent raw fire racing along Heero's nerves. Shudders wracked him and he moaned low and deep. Zechs growled at the erotic supplication, deepening the rough suction, nursing at each delectable bud in turn. Heero writhed helplessly. It was too much. He couldn't grasp the intensity of it - couldn't control his body's responses and couldn't escape the incredible, passionate heat of the blonde's mouth. It ravished him, turned his mind to a blur - forced him to simply * feel *.

Zechs offered no quarter.

Heero's harsh breaths and soft whimpers echoed loudly, vibrating in the silence of the room. It was long moments before Zechs finally raised his head to hungrily survey his handiwork. When he did, the sight was almost enough to unravel him. Heero's skin was flushed, nipples saucily pouting and glistening - drawn into taut little knots of silky, sensitive flesh by his talented mouth.

He could feel the hard insistence of the Heero's arousal pressed intimately against his own. The irrefutable evidence of the brunette's desire sent pleasure, and a sensation akin to triumph surging through the blonde. Zechs canted Heero's hips forward; holding him in a sensuous vise as he rocked against the brunette in tight, heated circles.

Heero's head bowed forward, forehead pressed blindly into Zechs' broad shoulder as they rocked together - his hips seemingly moving of their own volition. Soft moans and whispers bubbled from his parted lips at the new, shocking sensations radiating out from their joined bodies. They were sensations that were impossible to resist and impossible to control. Desperately, he burrowed deeper into the blonde's shoulder - his only anchor in the storm.

The blonde's large hands kneaded Heero's waist briefly before moving to the drawstring that had tantalized him for the better part of the evening. He tugged gently and the knot swiftly unraveled, pants sliding along with it all the way down to the curve of the brunette's firm, deliciously rounded bottom. Zechs groaned, tracing, with a single fingertip the shadowed cleft so enticingly revealed. He pressed gently inwards and Heero stiffened, gasping at the intimate slide of the digit between his buttocks.

The snug clasp of his finger between the firm globes was too much to resist. Zechs couldn't help sliding the long, slender finger downwards and teasing the hidden puckered opening below. Instinctively Heero tensed, eyes flying wide at the small invasion and Zechs almost moaned anew at the feel of the tiny muscle grabbing sweetly at the tip of his finger. He withdrew, allowing himself one last caress before moving on to that which he most sought.

Heero's engorged sex jutted proudly from a thatch of soft dark curls -the slender shaft deeply veined and stiffly erect - the bulbous corona flushed and weeping. Heero in his desire was lovelier to Zechs than anything he had ever seen - innocent and wanton, vulnerable and virile all at the same time. The fragrance of the brunette's desire - heady, musky and unique, teased him, inflamed him, and he inhaled raggedly savoring Heero's very essence.

"Ahh, little love," he whispered huskily "- what you do to me." He captured the single pearl of passion beading the crown of Heero's lust - bringing it to his lips. Heero made a faint protesting sound, eyes closing as he was suddenly flooded with heat and embarrassment.

Zechs' lips brushed butterfly softly over Heero's long dark lashes and closed eyelids. He whispered heatedly, huskily against the delicate flesh.

"You are more beautiful than I have words to tell you."

But the blonde's words, his intense scrutiny and his heated, shocking actions were too much for the brunette to bear. He felt utterly exposed, unbelievably vulnerable, and in his virginal shyness - acutely embarrassed. Stoically reclusive as he was, Heero had never allowed anyone to see him nude. To have the blonde see him thus - and at a time when his control had failed him and his body seemed not his own was like rubbing salt in a raw wound.

He roughly grabbed the sagging waistline of the pants, shielding the evidence of his want and sliding so swiftly off Zechs' lap that the blonde had little time to react. One moment he was admiring the boy's succulent beauty, the next Heero was standing before him. A fistful of material held up the pants at his waist as fine tremors shook his slender frame.

Immediately Zechs was concerned. He rose, hugging the brunette close, Heero's fist trapped between their bodies.

"Heero," he asked frantically, "What is wrong?"


Heero swallowed, keeping his voice measured, even. "Nothing."

Zechs cursed the boy's stubbornness. His voiced deepened warningly:

"Nothing?" he asked incredulously. " Heero…"

The brunette nodded stiffly. "Nothing." He continued. " It is just that I am unclothed -"

Zechs breathed a sigh of relief, finally understanding.

"-And I am …" Heero paused, a becoming blush staining the austere cheekbones.

He could not say it.

Zechs moved closer, a large hand covering the small fist clutching the wad of material.
He bent, brushing his lips against the fine hairs at the brunette's temple.
"-And you are what?" he murmured, slowly uncoiling Heero's fist. The cloth whispered to the ground.

Zechs' gaze roved the lithe form appreciatively; pausing deliberately, significantly at the juncture of strong, lean thighs before meeting the brunette's eyes.

" - Beautifully, magnificently aroused?"

Heero's lips parted then closed. He found it impossible to meet the blonde's eyes. Finally, his head bowed, shielding the fiery brightness of his cheeks.

Zechs tilted Heero's head upwards with a single long finger. He kissed each prettily stained cheek in turn.

"Ah love, there is no need for this. If you only knew how exquisite you are-" Azure eyes shimmered with unspoken sentiment. "-How passionate - how sensual."

Heero was gathered into the blonde's arms in a swift, graceful movement.

Immediately Heero frowned and stiffened, mouth opening to protest. But Zechs interrupted him.
"Hush," he admonished, already moving towards the stairs with his precious burden.

"Tonight you are going to see for yourself how beautiful you are."