Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Dawn ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )

[ 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 last part of a lengthy, graphic, 6x1 lemon


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Beautiful Dawn 14/?
by: Michalyn





The slow, dreamy, spiral downwards from the intense flare of orgasm and the hot, silky pulse of release seemed to Heero like an awakening. It was as though he were rising out of a strange unconsciousness and observing himself at a distance. The flushed, dark-haired boy wantonly sprawled against the rumpled sheets hardly seemed the Heero he knew. He was aware of the strange sensitivity of his skin, of Zechs' hands intimately caressing his thighs - of the way his nerve-endings seemed to hum with sudden, new life. A soft, musky fragrance lingered in the air and he knew it to be the scent of his own passion.

Abruptly, Heero was hit by the realization that these were the sights, the smells, the sensations of sex. And they were all distinctly centered on *him*. He had been aware of his own body before, but in an entirely clinical, detached sense. It was something to be fed, clothed - and to a lesser extent rested- if only because these things enabled him to function properly; to undertake all the rigorous, self-imposed tasks that were central to his life. Desire, sensuality, sexuality - these were vague abstractions that existed in a realm far outside his existence. They did not impinge on his life and he did not miss them. At best they were distractions - at worst, unacceptable vulnerability. And so to find himself suddenly hurtled into the realm of want, of sensual need - of *pleasure* was to find himself suddenly off-balance, at once amazed, curious and uncertain. Even as the cold, rational, part of his brain warned against the dangers of this kind of surrender - of the disruption of order -the floundering of goals - the loss of control, another part of him- that part, timidly, tentatively awakening - huskily spoke of heated caresses, of shocking sensations and the faint questing of curious desire.

Heero's gaze returned to the blonde and his muddled musings fled.


Zechs was leaning over him - crouching almost - the corded power of one muscular arm on either side of his torso. The blonde's hair was tousled; silken strands lazily spilling forward over one intense, azure eye. His lips were full, reddened from both their kisses and from other … solicitous attentions, Heero realized with a flush. Zechs' breathing was curiously harsh - labored- so that the brunette's gaze was drawn to the golden expanse of the broad, muscular chest exposed through Zechs' open shirt. At some point, several of the small buttons trailing from throat to navel had popped free, and Heero was so mesmerized by rippling golden flesh, so tantalized by the glimpse of a taut male nipple, that it was long moments before he connected the rumpled material at Zechs shoulders and the missing buttons to his recent passion and his own violently gripping fingers. He frowned in consternation, gaze quickly skirting lower.

And was confronted with the unmistakable ridge of Zechs' desire.

Breath lodged in his throat. He swallowed, mouth suddenly and inexplicably dry. He blinked slowly, finally understanding. The dilated centers of the larger man's eyes, his heaving chest, the thick bulge of flesh at his groin…

Zechs * wanted him *.

A strange, delicious, heat stole through him at the revelation. A flush warmed his chest, expanded in a pleasurable rush and settled in a soft ache between his thighs. He trembled, recognizing the intimate stirrings for what they were.

He * lusted*.

Barely moments after the shocking, all -consuming sensations he had experienced and he wanted… * more *.



~~~~~



Zechs gazed hungrily at the brunette sprawled against his sheets. The starkness of the material against Heero's dark skin, brought back with debilitating clarity, that fateful day in the library he had stumbled upon his sleeping lover. He had imagined then, that Heero would look just like this in his need - tousled, flushed - unbelievably desirable. But for all his heated fantasizing, nothing had prepared him for the intensity of the boy's scorching, wholly unconscious, eroticism. Heero's husky cries and helpless moans still rang in his ears and just the memory of the frantic pulse of those slender hips, the sudden clenching of his thighs as he spilled his first passion was enough to magnify the crazy ache of his distended flesh until every breath, every leap of Zechs' pulse seemed infused with the brunette's heady fragrance- the lingering taste of his desire.

The smoothness of Heero's skin beneath his palms, tantalized him, tormented him and he groaned, cursing his earlier vow. And still, he could not bring himself to abandon that tanned flesh. Could not resist kneading the curve of a firm buttock. Kissing the pouting little nubs that so entranced him. Stroking that shadowed area between the heavy softness of Heero's testicles and the tiny puckered entrance to his body - delighting in the way the brunette squirmed deliciously against his fingers.

When Zechs leaned in for a final kiss, Heero responded shyly, meeting Zechs' skilful motions with his own fervent, unschooled kiss and Zechs groaned, Heero's eagerness more than making up for his lack of skill. Tentatively, Heero's knee bent, a slender thigh coming up to press intimately against the blonde's hip. A rough, encouraging sound bubbled from Zechs' throat even as he reached between their bodies to stroke Heero's semi-erect member. It was almost too much - Heero's response - the rekindling embers of his passion. He had to stop before this went too far…

Roughly he captured that sweet mouth again.




Heero pressed closer into the hot cradle of the blonde's hips and hesitantly his own palm traveled lower, finding Zechs' hardness through the soft material of his slacks - pressing, slowly, rubbing as he sought to mimic the stroking that was sending pleasure rocking through his own body. The older man shuddered and tensed, and Heero snatched his hand back. Mistaking desire for revulsion, immediately, he regretted his bold actions. A stream of soft apologies bubbled from his lips as he frowned, pushing at Zechs' shoulders. This had been a mistake. He had been wrong. Had allowed himself to become so caught up in his naïve passion that he'd forgotten who he was. Why had he even imagined that this was at all possible? Again, he pushed at Zechs' broad shoulders.

"Please," he ground between clenched teeth, disgusted by his own inability to extricate himself from Zechs' greater weight. "Release me."

Wordlessly, Zechs captured Heero's palm, guiding it to the center of his need. Holding the brunette's gaze, he covered the slender palm with his own and *pressed *. His own voice was tight with want and with the effort of control when he spoke:

"Heero, *feel * this. Feel how I want you. Whatever you might be thinking, know that * this *---" he paused, inhaling sharply as the small hand reflexively tightened beneath his. "This is no lie."

Heero paused, emotions warring within him. The feel of Zechs' palm over his - the blonde's intimate heat cupped in his grasp- seemed irrefutable testament of Zechs' desire - that * he * was wanted, that * he * was desired and yet a lifetime of self- derision and suspicion of other's motives would not allow him to believe it.

Seeing the uncertainty lingering in that cobalt gaze, Zechs bent, kissing Heero's neck softly, comfortingly, understanding that in his inexperience the reluctant beauty believed himself to be rejected and was now desperately seeking escape. "Do you think that you're the only one to feel desire?" he asked, murmuring against the hollow beneath Heero's ear, against the velvety skin of his throat.

Stubbornly, Heero's head turned into the pillow.

But Zechs pressed on, determined to prove with words as well as actions the sincerity of his intentions. "Do you think that you're the only one who is vulnerable? When you touch me, I burn as well." His thumbs deliberately brushed the sensitive crown of his lover's half-rigid length and Heero tensed, eyes widening. "Yes, just like that," Zechs, whispered hoarsely, even as his fingers found the weeping slit, spreading the slick moisture. Watching hungrily as Heero helplessly moaned and thickened against his palm. "You froze," he said, huskily, watching Heero's eyes, continuing his insistent teasing. "Tell me, was it because you were repulsed--" Again he brushed the tiny, unseeing eye and the brunette's teeth came down hard on his bottom lip as he arched wordlessly into the caress. "-Or was it because of this?" Swiftly, Zechs bent, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss at he very tip of the bobbing erection. At the very center of the burning kiss his tongue stole out, stabbing the sweet, slick opening.


A low, keening cry was torn from the back of Heero's throat as desire gripped him; senses aflame as need ravished him. His knees tightened almost painfully on either side of the blonde's torso as he struggled to absorb the lightning stab of pleasure that coursed through him. He was fully erect and aching, needing the release he now knew that the older man could give him. It was with great effort that he stifled the sob that threatened to escape when Zechs released him with a smooth slow motion, the wet pop of the movement sounding loudly in his ears. He shuddered. Didn't realize that his eyes were closed until he felt Zechs' warm breath at his ear.


"Do you see?" he asked heatedly "Do you understand, now, how much I want you?" Blindly Heero nodded, turning his face into the older man's neck, pressing tiny, frantic, kisses against the smooth column. His hands sought the remaining buttons on Zechs' shirt, fumblingly undoing them before roughly shoving the garment aside, the need to feel the smooth, golden skin against his own suddenly a live, all - consuming thing. He kneaded taut back muscles, savoring his lover's heat, the silk of his skin - his sheer, male vitality. Tentatively, he fingered the pointed circles of Zechs nipples lingering on the delicate flesh; surprised and a little proud of the rough growl he was able to elicit from the regal blonde. Still, when his fingers reached the waistband of Zechs' pants, he paused, an unspoken question in his eyes.


"Heero," Zechs growled, rolling onto his back and placing the brunette's slender hands firmly at his waist. "Touch me. Go wherever you want - do whatever you want." Sensually, he grinned up at Heero. " I won't be shocked."


When the dark beauty seemed still, to waver on the verge of uncertainty Zechs decided to " up the ante". "Aren't you curious?" he teased. Boldly he met navy depths. " Or is it that you're afraid?"

Heero's brow furrowed slightly at the unspoken challenge. He was… curious. But fear, he would not admit to even as a glimmer of doubt assailed him.

"No, he whispered softly," deftly unfastening the single button at the blonde's waist. The zipper whispered downwards. "I'm not afraid."


~~~~~

It was a strange and curiously exciting thing to hold the warm heaviness of Zechs' length in his hand, to feel the throb of his lifeblood beating visibly beneath desire-hardened flesh. He had never seen another man naked in all his eighteen years - well, excepting J, and that was duty not desire. Besides, there was nothing that could compare in Heero's mind to the beauty of the muscular, long-legged creature before him. It made him a little wary, a little self-conscious of his own small, wiry frame. He felt somewhat odd too, and a little embarrassed, leisurely stroking the blonde's length, maintaining his own pace, varying the firmness and speed of his hands just to see the effect it would have on Zechs.

But there was a strange power in it as well he realized. In knowing that he could bring Zechs to this gasping ragged state. And yet it was not a power he desired to coldly wield. He enjoyed seeing the larger man's pleasure, he was slowly discovering -even enjoyed the explicit, shocking things that fell from Zechs' lips as he surrendered to his passion -heated words and promises (or threats - Heero found that he couldn't decide which) of even hotter caresses that had him flushing even as his flesh stirred. Reluctantly he pulled away, feet tucked under his hips as he simply admired the masculine elegance of all that was Zechs.

From the sensual perfection of the aristocratic face, he moved downward, studying the strong column of Zechs' throat, the winged arches of his collarbones, the smooth muscular chest and its dusky nipples. His gaze lingered over the rippling, well-defined torso, the dark golden curls between long lean thighs and finally the thick, proudly jutting sex. Zechs was longer than he was here, thicker, heavier. But then, Heero reasoned, it seemed everything about the blonde demanded a larger scale.

Zechs almost laughed at loud at the gentle furrowing of Heero's brow and the slight pursing of his lips as he studied his lover with a rapt combination curiosity, desire and a fierce concentration. He would have chuckled, would have teased his little lover about his serious expression, if the effort had not been stifled by the groan working its way up the back of his throat as Heero bent and tentatively tasted him. Small hands roamed his body and the delicious suction increased as Heero found a rhythm, greedily devouring as much of his aching length as he could.

It was as if the brunette had completely forgotten that he was in the room. Every now and then he would raise his head, his eyes would close as though he were savoring the finest wine - and then the dark head was bent, buried between his thighs again, killing him so sweetly with the intimate tasting. Zechs moaned, hands involuntarily burying in the thick mass of Heero's hair even as he fought to keep his own hips from thrusting forward. Another stab of pleasure assailed him, and he arched. God, but Heero learned quickly.

The tight wetness of Heero's mouth made him want nothing more than to flip the erotic beauty over and plunge into a silkier, hotter tightness. But he would wait. He knew how sex could jeopardize a relationship and he was also acutely aware of Heero's penchant for regret and self-recrimination. Though the caresses they were sharing were hardly chaste, he wanted to make sure that Heero was ready, before they joined in the most intimate union of all.

When Heero's hand lovingly cupped him, softly stroking his balls, the last of his control unraveled. He was only able to utter a feeble warning to Heero before tumbling over the edge of release with a hoarse, abortive shout.


The force of Zechs' release startled Heero and he choked a little, thick creaminess spilling over Zechs' length and his own fingers. But it was not unpleasant. He swallowed what he could, the peculiar flavor of the blonde's desire rolling off his tongue. He raised his head, blue eyes intense, shyly, unconsciously, seeking words of approval from Zechs' lips.

Zechs growled, dragging Heero up for a fierce, possessive kiss. The brunette had no idea the erotic picture he made: hair tousled, staring up half-lidded as he was, the evidence of Zechs' own desire fresh on that chin and on those long, graceful fingers. Slowly, Zechs kissed him clean, sucking on the tender point of his chin and each of the slender digits in turn before settling Heero's small form warmly against his chest. The blunt insistence of Heero's resurgent arousal throbbed between their pressed bodies. Zechs kissed the top of that silky head even as he pulled a slender leg up against his hip and his hand closed on the enticing length of flesh between Heero's thighs. He nibbled delicately at the softness of a tender earlobe and Heero trembled.

He pulled away, smiling sensuously down at his dark beauty even as he began smoothly stroking once again.


'Let me take care of this for you."