Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Dawn ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

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

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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: the second part of a lengthy, graphic, 6x1 lemon


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Beautiful Dawn 13/?
by: Michalyn





The door under the nudge of Zechs' heel shut with soft finality as he maneuvered them into the room. Heero's eyes darted nervously around the large bedroom, resting finally on the immense whiteness of the blonde's bed. Long enough to more than comfortably accommodate the blonde's impressive height, and with the surprisingly simplicity of its pristine sheets and comfortable throw pillows, it was the focal point of the room. Heero found himself unable to tear his gaze away from it, Zechs' earlier words dancing heatedly through his brain. The vague knowledge of what would transpire here between them tantalized him, tormented him, and he found himself torn between cold dread and curious anticipation. He licked suddenly dry lips, turning away from the imposing sight. Looking up, he found the blonde studying him. His expression was intense, inscrutable, the brilliant azure eyes slightly narrowed and long tawny lashes lowered, shielding the emotion swirling in the rich depths. Heero suddenly felt painfully self-conscious and utterly ridiculous, cradled as he was in Zechs' arms like some helpless little thing. He was acutely aware of his head pillowed against the blonde's chest and the smooth, supportive bar of Zechs' arm beneath his knees - the awareness only adding to his strange trepidation. But, Zechs was already pulling back the covers and gently lowering Heero onto the bed. His eyes blazed as he admired the brunette's lithe, naked form. Oblivious to Zechs' admiration and sorely aware of his own exposedness, Heero immediately sought the safety and privacy of the bedclothes, shielding himself from the blonde's appreciative gaze.

Zechs sighed softly, almost exasperatedly at the youth's stubborn reticence. Still fully clothed, he joined Heero in the bed, his long, lean body stretched out on his side beside the brunette's.

The dip of the bed under the blonde's weight and the sudden seductive warmth at his side made Heero want to roll over and curl into the arms that were so very, very close. He could feel Zechs' warm breath at his ear- smell his sweet, masculine scent - and the urge was almost too strong to resist. But he remained as he was, clutching uncertainly at the cotton sheeting, cobalt gaze fixed to the ceiling. He had no idea what was required in a situation like this. He had no doubt that the blonde expected something of him - but what? That the whole evening had spiraled so far beyond anything even resembling his control, confused and frustrated Heero to no end. And if truth must be told- frightened him as well. His brow furrowed slightly, thoughts swirling confusedly in his head and he tensed at the feel of Zechs' palm gently massaging his bare shoulder. The blonde leaned over, and pale silky strands fanned against his pillow, tickling his cheek and neck as Zechs' face loomed in his vision. Skilful hands rubbed in slow, gentle, motions over the silken joint. The blonde bent, placing a searing kiss at the soft, sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder. His lips whispered over the smooth forehead, the bony arch of Heero's brows, the aristocratic slash of his nose, over the closed, faintly trembling lids and finally over the tightly-pressed lips. His thumbs returned, brushing over the quivering eyelids.

"Heero," he murmured. "Heero, look at me." The long, dark lashes fluttered then raised, exposing the brunette's uncertain, blue gaze. " Don't be afraid love." Long fingers found the pulse point beating frantically at Heero's throat, stroking, gently caressing. "You are so beautiful. Will you let me show you how much?" He paused, determined to continue only if the brunette demanded it.

Heero's nod was a short, barely perceptible inclination of his head. But it was enough. Zechs bent to capture the brunette's soft lips with his own, even as his hands deftly eased the sheet from under Heero's armpits and away from his clutching fingers. Modestly, Zechs folded it down to the brunette's waist, ensuring that only the slim, muscular torso was bared to his hungry gaze. He lingered on the pouting lips, teasing, tasting - savoring the brunette's unique flavor and the tentative glide of Heero's tongue against his own. He drew the slick mating out, - nibbling, sucking, twining their tongues against each other's -prolonging the delicious tasting as much to relax Heero as for his own pleasure. When he broke the kiss, drawing the brunette's full, lower lip into the hot wetness of his mouth and suckling gently on the soft, fleshy pinkness, Heero whimpered softly and his hands hesitantly slid out to rest against Zechs' shoulders.

Encouraged, and delighted beyond words, Zechs continued his gentle seduction, teasing the delicate hollow of the brunette's collarbones with fingers and then tongue before moving downwards. Lips captured, teeth nibbled and tongue wetly played the rigid point of each dusky nipple in turn, drawing a low, reluctant moan from Heero as the velvet buds puckered even further, begging for more of the sweet torment. Zechs suckled briefly, hand's tightening on the sleek, muscular torso as he savored the involuntary arching of the brunette's body under his caresses. His kisses trailed ever downward, stopping at the cloth barrier that concealed hotter, silkier flesh from his view. Slowly, he regarded Heero, gaze moving upwards from the taut stomach muscles to the rapidly rising and falling chest, to finally meet hot, navy depths. Zechs' long, fingers traced the carefully folded hem at Heero's waist, dipping beneath to stroke the soft skin just beneath his navel.

"I want to see all of you," he murmured, his fingers continuing their idle wandering over Heero's skin, slowly circling, but not migrating any lower, patiently waiting for Heero's response to the intimate request.


Heero drew in a slow, shaky breath, caught in the brilliance of the blonde's gaze and the lazy huskiness of his voice. Strung between his own erupting desire and a lifetime of ingrained sensual denial, he hovered on the brink of indecision. The sensual side of him, so long deprived, howled for more of Zechs' skilful, mind- bending caresses while the cold preservationist within him demanded that he stop before he lost all control.

It seemed like an eternity in which Heero wrangled between surrender and control, caught on the prongs of desire and fear and indecision, until Zechs simply resolved the matter himself, lifting the sheet and ducking beneath the cottony softness.

Heero froze at the unexpected action, the unmistakable solidity of Zech's torso between his thighs and the tantalizing brush of long, silken strands against his most sensitive flesh rendering him completely and temporarily immobile. He struggled to find his voice as a large hand snaked around each of his ankles, lifting and bending until his thighs were spread even further. The blonde's head and broad shoulders were still completely submerged under the sheeting and the knowledge of Zechs' intimate scrutiny made heat rush through Heero's skin as he flushed, part desire, part embarrassment.

"Milliardo, what --" The question splintered into a soft whimper as Zechs massaged slender ankles, moving upwards to the supple roundness of Heero's calves. His fingers found the soft crease behind Heero's knees, the delicate skin of his inner thighs. He teased, kissed and caressed, savoring the tiny tremors that ran through the slender limbs. Zechs crawled up the young, lithe, body lifting the sheeting and emerging from his delicious cocoon. His hand hotly insinuated itself between the brunette's thighs, palm curling possessively around Heero's hardness.

"Mmm?"


Heero's breathing faltered. He froze, shocked gaze locked with the blonde's as hectic color warmed his cheeks. All thought fled at the feel of that palm against his most intimate, violently aroused flesh. Never had he imagined allowing anyone such liberties with his body. It was shocking and embarrassing and felt - -

Zechs' hand moved and Heero fought the insane, instinctive urge to thrust upwards, as, instead of stroking the entirety of the heated column in his grasp, the blonde simply rotated his wrist in hot, tender motions, moving only slightly up Heero's throbbing hardness. The slender hips jerked and a hoarse cry was torn from the brunette's throat as pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed through his veins. Zechs groaned at the passionate admission, massaging slowly, increasing the erotic pressure, hungrily watching Heero's taut features and passion- clouded eyes. He stroked teasingly, ghosting over the sensitive tip, shaping the turgid column upwards. Heero's hips lifted once, restlessly seeking as he rose completely off the mattress, crying out softly, huskily, at the strokes that were not nearly as firm as he needed and the ghosting, maddening touches that only served to intensify his arousal. His head lolled against the pillow and his fingers clenched in the bedding as shakily, he lowered himself once more to the mattress. He lay panting, struggling with the effort for control in the brief pause he was allowed from the blonde's exquisite torment.

Zechs tenderly captured Heero's lips, gently smoothed the sweating brow - and resumed the deep, ecstatic rhythm.

The hot, sensuous, slickness of Heero's pre-passion welled, spilling over into his palm and Zechs moaned at the feel of it and the knowledge of the dark beauty's desire. "Yes," he whispered silkily, urgently, "That's it. Let me feel your passion." Helplessly, Heero's eyes fluttered shut. The realization that the blonde was as intimately aware as he, of the shocking, exquisite desire that hardened him - drenched him - sent a strange, fluttery emotion twisting in the pit of his stomach even as another hot pulse stole his breath away.


Zechs noticed the boy's closed eyelids and the fiery color riding his cheekbones and he paused, afraid that perhaps his words had been too much for the sensuous brunette. "What is it?" he asked softly, searching the eyes that reopened at the sound of his voice. "Do my words embarrass you?" Heero's dark head shook a curt negative. "No... yes--" he paused, annoyed at his own sudden shyness. " You can--knowing that you can feel…" his voice trailed away, head turning slightly into the pillow. Zechs studied Heero for a moment, slowly making sense of the abortive sentences.

"Does it embarrass you that I can feel your desire - that I can feel your body changing even as you do?"

A face pressed belatedly into the pillow. A single slow nod.

Zechs' heart melted at the silent admission - at the sweet, vulnerable shyness hidden beneath Heero's tough exterior. Again, he was struck by a fierce possessiveness, and an anger at the circumstances which had forced Heero to lock away so much of himself. It was futile, he knew, to rage against fate- and part of him realized that if not for those selfsame mysterious circumstances, he and Heero may have never have even met. He could only hope that he could bring the brunette some measure of happiness now that their paths had become so intimately intertwined. Lovingly, he caressed the dark shock of hair curling against Heero's forehead.

"Don't," he whispered, and his voice sounded rough to even his own ears. "There is no place for shame between us." He bent to nuzzle the velvety firmness of Heero's stomach, murmuring softly, heatedly. "You are exquisite." His tongue wetly played the indent of a navel. "Magnificent." A large palm stole softly once more between long, lean thighs. "I love feeling you--" he stroked the slender shaft, teased the blushing, weeping corona, traced the sensitive ridge where shaft met crown. Heero arched, he trembled, senses awhirl from the sudden paroxysm of sensation that gripped him. Soft, mewling sounds and husky moans rose unbidden from his lips and he could only writhe helplessly under Zechs' touch. The blonde had complete mastery over his body. A lifetime of sensual deprivation had not prepared him for this and he was lost, caught in the tempest of his own passion.


" --Smelling you."

Zechs nuzzled the hollow of Heero's throat, hands caressing the silky skin of the brunette's hips as he trailed a burning path downwards, pausing only when his face was nestled in the soft, dark curls above Heero's sex. The hot fragrance of the brunette's desire exploded over his senses, and he nuzzled lower - tickling even the velvety spheres drawn tight in passion - seeking more of that elusive, intoxicating musk.

"-Tasting you."

Teasingly, his tongue darted into the tiny, puckered entrance to Heero's body and the brunette protested, thighs instinctively closing against the slick invader.

"Zechs - don't!"

The sudden wet heat of Zechs' mouth swallowing him - stroking him with a deep, rough suction - unraveled all thought. Heero didn't know that his breathing hitched, that his thighs fell open of their own volition- or that his hips rocked in an ancient, primitive rhythm. He only heard the blonde's groan of approval - felt its intimate vibrations against his sensitive length. Only knew heat and burning and that at its molten center was a golden god with incandescent azure eyes. Fear, embarrassment, shame - all was burned away under the searing fire of the blonde's touch. The world shifted and tightened, centering on the insane ache between his legs, the slick glide of the blonde's mouth and the whisper of golden hairs against his naked thighs.

He came, arching, crying out helplessly as his world shattered - exploding into azure and gold , the white hot heat of passion and the endless pulse of his release hitting the back of the blonde's throat.