Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Dawn ❯ Chapter 21 ( Chapter 21 )

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

Heartfelt thanks to Rogue11, fei, Fallin, AV and Evening Star for reviewing the last chapter. I truly appreciate it!


I tried to have this chapter out sooner, but it just wouldn't co-operate. But it's done - finally! It's fairly long - and for those kind people who requested it - here's more of Treize and Wufei. Hope you enjoy!!


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


Author: Michalyn (darling_162002@yahoo.com)
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, http://raygunworks.net, http://www.gundam-wing-universe.net/
Rating: NC 17


Warnings for this chapter: None really - 13x5 lime?


Feedback: craved ^_^






Beautiful Dawn 21/?
by: Michalyn






Humming softly to himself, Treize nudged the door open and slipped quietly inside. Faint music drifted from the den, and the glow of the lamps in the hall and the other rooms of the house told him that his sweetheart was already home - and had been for some time. Hanging up his coat and dropping his keys on the nearby table, the ginger-haired man resisted the urge to seek out his small lover. Instead, he carefully ghosted past the den and headed upstairs; a soft, secret smile on his face as he thought of the "gifts" hidden in the shopping bag swinging from his left hand.

That store of Mil's had truly been a delight, Treize mused; thinking back on the afternoon he and Zechs had shared. His smile widened in anticipation of the night ahead. Already his senses were heightened by the mere thought of igniting his Dragon's passion. -- And his own- as he tenderly, hotly brought him to the heights of ecstasy. He entered their bedroom, flicking on the lights and tugging on his collar in the same movement. He began to shrug out of his clothes and stopped mid-movement, a surpassingly tender feeling suddenly flooding him at the familiar sight before him.

The room was softly lit and his eyes moved from the heavy drapes, parted to offer a peek at the twinkling sky, to the neat, but cluttered dresser- topped with its rare picture of a smiling Wufei - and finally to their large, shared bed.

Small bedroom slippers were tucked neatly before it and a pair of pajamas had been meticulously folded and placed on the pillow on the same side.

For some reason Wufei favored the left side of the bed and insisted on claiming it as his own --Every night even making a point of setting his things there so that they would be handy when he was ready to turn in. Treize could never understand it. --Especially since the exotic Chinese never ended up staying there. He shook his head and chuckled fondly. The ginger-haired man could literally count on one hand the number of mornings he had * not * woken up with Wufei's head tucked under his chin, his nose pressed contentedly into the older man's throat as a slender thigh pressed intimately against his hip.

He sat, weight sinking into the feather mattress as he reached for the garments and brought them to his nose.

The sweet, unique essence of Wufei mingled with the crisp scent of soap, lingering as though embedded into the very weave of the fabric. Treize inhaled deeply, thirsting for that faint, elusive scent; filling his lungs with it - infusing himself with it. He wanted that same union -needed it. The rings in his pocket burned against his thigh and he pulled them out, watching as the light twined through the circlets, giving them a sinuous, sensuous movement - entwining them beneath the soft pads of his fingers like two lovers in an embrace. He lovingly caressed the smooth metal, eyes closing for a moment before he shook himself out of his reverie.

He returned the rings to their concealing pouch and then carefully rested it on the bed. Standing, Treize stripped off the rest of his clothes and headed towards the shower.

It was time to begin the evening.




~~~






Quat re and Heero paused outside one of the mall exits as the shorter man tried to recall where he had parked - Wufei having left some time before. The slender Chinese had confessed to being eager to settle down with his book and had absently murmured something about Treize being home soon, as he took his leave. The warmth filling Wufei's dark eyes at the thought of his lover had been impossible to miss - despite the scholar's efforts to conceal it.

Quatre shook his head, smiling quietly to himself as he thought of his own lover waiting at home. The afternoon sun was swiftly waning, and around them, a few street lamps had already been turned on. Their fat bulbs glowed like fireflies against the dusk, creating a dreamy, moody atmosphere that made the delicate Arabian yearn all the more to be in the arms of the man he loved. He imagined Trowa's warm green eyes and sighed softly again to himself.

Heero turned at the sound and caught the last traces of the smile leaving Quatre's lips. He was not surprised by the soft utterance: The shorter youth had been in a dreamy state since they'd left the cafeteria. What amazed Heero was that he had actually spent the day shopping - and enjoying it no less. He found Wufei's tart wit pleasant. And even after the serious Chinese's departure, had been surprised to discover a quiet communion with Trowa's gentle lover.

Quatre confounded him. How such strength could coexist with such gentleness - such open * emotion * - within the same person, he could not grasp. Especially since the blonde's strength seemed to be heightened by that very emotion. Something irreconcilable to the brunette whose life had taught him the very opposite: that emotion undermined strength.

The two men slowly made their way away from the building- each lost in his private world of thoughts. They were almost to the car when Quatre's voice pulled Heero out of his musings. He was pointing in the direction of the grassy area surrounding the mall, on which were scattered a few small benches. Heero squinted, making a gruff questioning sound as he turned in the direction the Arabian was pointing. Quatre looked over at the distracted brunette and repeated his question.

"Heero, isn't that Milliardo over there?"

Heero's gaze followed the pale line of Quatre's arm and sure enough, found Zechs' unmistakable, long-legged silhouette and pale fall of hair. The older man was comfortably reclined on one of the benches, one long leg propped across the other knee as he absently surveyed his surroundings. His hair gleamed in the gray light, appearing almost white as the breeze lifted it, pale wisps caressing the shadow-sculpted profile. He looked broody and handsome. Grace and masculine perfection personified as his fingers drummed absently against his upraised foot. Long lean, fingers that spoke of dexterity and strength.

Involuntarily, Heero's own fingers curled into his palm, their abrupt fingernails digging into the soft flesh.

Suddenly Zechs seemed too beautiful - too unreachable. Heero turned away - an unfamiliar, painful tightening in his chest as he faced Quatre. "Hn," he replied abruptly. "Let's go."

A puzzled frown creased the smaller man's brow. "I think we should go over." He looked questioningly at Heero. "He must be waiting for you - don't you think?"

Heero was tempted to simply ignore Quatre or to formulate some denial, but it *was* very likely that Zechs was waiting for him. The man had a knack for showing up whenever he was least expected. Heero's gaze dropped as his jaw tightened. Besides, he temporized; any excuse would be transparent to those sea- deep eyes that were fixed on him even now. --And he would not even think about the insignificant portion of his brain that * wanted * to go to Milliardo.

He shrugged slightly, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he made a terse, noncommittal sound in response.

Quatre studied Heero, and he resisted the urge to reach out to the brunette. "Come," he said softly. "I'll go with you."




~~~





Zechs watched as the wind frolicked, creating small, leafy whirlwinds against the pavement. He was in a rare contemplative mood, inspired mostly by Treize - and fueled by his own musings. The image of Treize's eyes shining with happiness as two rings glittered lovingly in his palm lingered, leaving the blonde with a feeling of bittersweet joy. He felt genuine happiness for Treize and Wufei, knowing how tenuously their love had been won. Mixed with that was the hope that he and Heero would find the same - while fearing that he would never know the kind of love that Treize and Wufei shared.

After taking Treize shopping, they had stopped for a few celebratory drinks and then parted ways: the sapphire-eyed man eager to return home to an unsuspecting Wufei. Zechs had lingered around the mall, wandering in and out the stores, eventually settling on one of the benches where he now sat.

He checked his watch: Heero would be heading to work in a few hours. He wondered if he should seek the somber youth out - or perhaps return home to start hacking away at the pile of assignments that had accumulated during the last week. There was an essay that especially needed to be done he reasoned. And he already did have an outline…

"Mil?"

He looked up at the familiar voice and found a bag-laden Quatre - and a quiet Heero standing in front of him. The latter's expression was unreadable in the fading light and Zechs saw that he was holding a book in his right hand. Both surprised and pleased at finding the serious brunette, he smiled warmly at the two men.

"Quatre - Congratulations," he greeted and the small blonde thanked him, flushing with pleasure. Zechs' gaze lingered on Heero and their eyes locked for a moment, before it moved lower, resting on the soft fullness of his lips. His voice darkened subtly, becoming almost husky. "Heero."

A sudden heat suffused Heero's body at he sound of Zechs' voice and the intensity of his stare and he found himself unable to look away from the taller man's gaze. The silence stretched between them, charged with unspoken emotion.

"Ahem…" Quatre cleared his throat, hiding a smile behind his palm. "I hope you weren't waiting too long Milliardo?"

Immediately Heero tore his gaze away, mask falling firmly back in place. Zechs blinked. "Pardon?"

"We didn't know you were waiting," the Arabian elaborated, keeping the grin that threatened to overtake his expression firmly in check. "We would have finished up much sooner otherwise."

"Actually," he added, " Heero and I were just about to leave before we spotted you." He looked over at the silent teenager then back to Zechs who still appeared somewhat miffed. "Will you be taking him home then?"

Zechs finally made sense of the other blonde's words, realizing that finding him sitting there, they thought that he had been waiting for Heero.

His gaze locked once more with the dark brunette's. He searched the other man's expression, wondering whether it had been Heero or Quatre who had spotted him - and more importantly if Heero had come willingly (and dare he hope eagerly?) to him. But Heero's calm, unflinching stare denied him even a glimpse of his thoughts.

Then again, Zechs mused. This * was * Heero. Any displays of eagerness would be considerably less "enthusiastic" than most people's. And the dark beauty had yet to voice any objections to Quatre's assumption he noticed. If that were the case, he thought silkily, then far be it from him to deny his young lover what he desired. He smiled.

"I would love to."





~~~


Still unseen by the young man curled up on the couch, Treize lingered in the hallway, fighting a sudden bout of nervousness now that the moment was finally upon him.

Of course Wufei felt the same way he did, he told himself reassuringly. It was plain to see for anyone who cared to look. It was in the way he smiled when they lay in bed together and in the way his eyes shone with a warmth reserved only for him. -- Or even in his sulky, prickly moods, when Wufei was too proud to apologize but would wordlessly prepare him dinner - or brew him his favorite tea afterwards.

But did that mean that he was ready for such a permanent commitment? Treize fretted. After all, Wufei was a young, attractive man with natural appetites. -- Not that he was old, by any stretch of the imagination, Treize amended, patting his hair unconsciously-- but it was only expected that the exotic Chinese might want to further explore his sexuality with other partners…

God he hoped not!! The ginger-haired man prayed almost desperately. The thought alone of Wufei with someone else was enough to cause his gut to twist painfully. He didn't know what he would do if he had to let him go…

No, he had to stop this, Treize commanded himself as he firmed his resolve. He was not going to spoil this evening by second-guessing himself - or his Dragon's feelings. He was ready now - as he had been for a long time - to confirm the bond he and Wufei shared, and he was not about to back out now.

Taking one last deep breath, he stepped inside.

Wufei sat snuggled deeply into one end of the couch, feet tucked comfortably under him. He was wearing baggy cotton pajama pants and a soft, oversized T-shirt that Treize recognized as his own. Completely engrossed in the book on his lap, a small frown of concentration wrinkled his brow as he peered through the glasses perched daintily across the bridge of his nose. Absently he crinkled his nose, pushing his glasses up with a slender finger as he turned a page, and a smile curved Treize's lips at the adorable gesture.

Whenever the slim Chinese found something absolutely absorbing, the cutest expressions would cross his face. Of course, Wufei vehemently denied it, but he enjoyed it immensely. Especially when teasing his Rose was half the fun.

Wufei's eyes darted avidly back and forth across the page and he wrinkled his nose again, wiggling it slightly, and Treize almost laughed. He came up behind his lover and kissed the top of his silky head. "Good book Dragon?"

"Hmm?" Wufei murmured absently as he turned another page and settled more comfortably into the couch, tucking his feet closer to his body. The long hem of his pants rode up, causing the soft, pink tips of his toes to peek out. Treize nuzzled the curve of his neck and Wufei leaned into the caress, head tilting naturally to the side to allow his lover greater access. The fresh scent of soap reached his nostrils, and keeping his eyes on the page, the slender beauty reached up to hold Treize's head in place as the older man began to nibble teasingly at his throat. "Mmm," he mumbled appreciatively, "-Smell nice."

Treize growled hungrily in response, suckling tenderly at a particularly delicious morsel of rose-scented skin beneath Wufei's ear. When had Wufei begun to use his bath salts over the simple oatmeal and honey the Chinese usually preferred, Treize wondered idly? There was the sound of rustling silk as, without warning, the older man reached over and snatched the book from Wufei's hands.

"Treize!" Wufei protested, trying to take it back from the fingers that held it just beyond his reach. He turned around, shooting an annoyed glare at the other man over the rims of his glasses. "I was reading that!" he began sulkily. " Why--"He stopped, noticing the other man's attire for the first time.

A brilliant silk robe, the exact shade of Treize's eyes, hung open over his frame, exposing his broad, muscular chest and an enticing strip of rippling abdomen, that ended at the waistband of his matching pants. Fresh from his shower, a few crystalline droplets hovered on his skin and Wufei gulped, watching as a trembling drop perched on a taut, nipple, then slid down to disappear into the warm hollow of Treize's navel. He licked suddenly parched lips.

"Special occasion?" he joked feebly, voice coming out somewhere between a squeak and a croak.

Wordlessly, Treize rested the book on the table then came to kneel at his lover's feet. Wufei's eyes widened, heart suddenly beating faster. "Treize what--?"

"Shh," Treize murmured, gently massaging Wufei's hands as he leaned forward to capture his lips, tongue stealing inside to tenderly mate with Wufei's. He pulled back, gazing solemnly into Wufei's dark eyes - all traces of his earlier teasing mood gone. The slender Chinese frowned and he squeezed the long fingers still entwined with his own. "You better tell me what is wrong - *right now* - Khushrenada or I will have no choice but to get violent!" he growled, trying to make his tone menacing - and failing utterly.

Treize chuckled softly and cupped Wufei's cheek in his palm. "My beautiful, beautiful Love," he murmured softly, eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "Do you know how much I love you?"

Wufei was really getting concerned now. "Of- of course, " he stumbled over the difficult words. He had never been good at putting words to his feelings, but there were some things he wanted there to be no doubt over - no matter how hard it was to express them. He squeezed Treize's hand again. "As do I," he finished, staring worriedly into his lover's eyes.

Treize's eyes closed briefly then reopened. "I think I loved you from the moment I saw you," he admitted fiercely. "And my life has only truly had meaning since then," he said, and Wufei lowered his rapidly misting eyes, cursing his weakness.

"-But something has been missing-"

Wufei looked up, a cold knot of fear suddenly forming in his stomach at those words. He tried to steel himself, to call up the shields that had protected him for so long and couldn't. He could only watch as the ginger-haired man released him and reached into his pocket to pull out something.

When Treize shook out two gleaming rings, sliding one first onto Wufei's finger and then onto his own, a strange trembling overtook his limbs. This was not happening, Wufei told himself - it was some kind of dream - some wonderful, wonderful dream that he would wake up from any minute now.

But Treize was continuing, speaking in a voice that was gruff with suppressed emotion. He entwined their fingers once again and looked deeply into Wufei's eyes.

"Chang Wufei, will you marry me?"

Wufei's face crumpled and he threw his arms around Treize, latching onto the older man with all his strength. "You bastard!" he hissed through his tears. "How dare you do this to me!" he sniffed and sputtered. "Kisama, Kisama, Kisama," he chanted into a shocked Treize's neck.

He pulled away after a long moment and kissed the taller man passionately. "Yes," he said quietly as he tried to regain his composure. "Yes- I will marry you."

Treize breathed a sigh of relief, pulling Wufei onto the ground with him. He rested his back against the sofa, and drew the slender beauty against his chest. His arms tightened lovingly around the smaller man and he rested his chin atop Wufei's head.

"Gott, you had me worried for a while there," he breathed into the fragrant silk. 'I thought I had messed up royally," he admitted with a chuckle, the stress of anticipation finally released.

Wufei traced a lazy finger along the golden hairs on Treize's arm. " * I* had you worried?" he said in mock indignation. "When you knelt in front of me I thought - I thought--" he floundered, becoming quiet as he remembered the dread that had filled his veins when he thought that Treize wanted to end their relationship.

"I'm sorry Love," Treize apologized softly, hands stealing beneath Wufei's shirt to rub his tummy in smooth, reassuring circles. Wufei sighed and leaned eagerly into the caress. " 'S okay," he murmured, raising his hand to look at the band on his finger. "I guess I was just shocked," he admitted quietly.

"Mmmm," Treize hummed, fingers moving upwards under the soft cotton to pluck teasingly at tiny nipples. Wufei gasped then moaned, arching his neck against Treize's shoulder as fire stole through him.

"Treize--" He gasped again as a hand disappeared; only to reappear - thumb newly-slickened with saliva as it rubbed erotically over a sensitive bud. Wufei groaned, fingers clenching in the silk of his lover's robe. "Treize--" he whispered urgently. "Treize-- Let's go upstairs."

The hands stilled and Treize smiled ferally. He nuzzled Wufei's neck before turning him around and lifting him with eager strength as he stood. Immediately, the dark beauty's legs tightly encircled his waist and he trailed fervent kisses along Treize's face and the smooth column of his throat.

Treize kissed Wufei passionately, already tugging eagerly at the drawstring at the slender man's waist as he began to make his way toward the steps.

"I thought you'd never ask," he murmured huskily.







~~~



Zech s looked over at Heero as they made their way to his car. He smiled. "Should I assume that you're going to the party on Saturday?" He paused, unlocking his door. "You and Quatre seem to have been quite busy today," he commented, peering at younger man over the roof of the vehicle. Heero grunted and slid into the passenger seat. The tall blonde followed suit, buckling his seatbelt and then backing them away from the parking lot. His gaze slid over to the book resting on Heero's lap as he pulled onto the highway. "Get anything for yourself?"

Heero nodded once, curtly. "Yes," he replied quietly. "An engines manual." Immediately, as though weary that Zechs would question the wisdom of the buy he added: "It was on sale."

They came to a red light and Zechs turned his full attention to the brunette. He smiled reassuringly at the intense teenager. "That's good," he said warmly. "You need to indulge yourself more often. He reached over and brushed a caressing finger over Heero's soft mouth, thumb sweeping the delicate bow and lush lower lip. "Sometimes Heero needs attention too," he murmured softly, dropping his hand away as the light changed. Heero's lips parted then tightened. Flustered by Zechs' words and the unexpected caress, he turned to stare stoically out the window as they turned into the street where he lived.

They came to it in silence, Zechs slowing to a stop at the pavement and surprising the brunette by walking him to the front door. Heero slid the key into the lock then turned to shoot a glare at the man behind him. He found Zechs' nearness disconcerting - the warm breath tickling the nape of his neck doing strange things to his stomach.

"Thank you for the ride," he said matter-of-factly, hoping that the other man would get the hint. Instead, the large blonde moved even closer, his palms coming to rest against the door, so that Heero found himself with the hard door at his back, the warm cage of Zechs' torso at his front and the muscled strength of his extended forearms at his sides.

Zechs rested his forehead against Heero's, peering deeply into the blue of his lover's eyes. "Will you come with me on Saturday?" he asked solemnly, and the serious brunette frowned slightly, his gaze sliding away from Zechs'.

"I have accepted Quatre's invitation," he said, somewhat puzzled by the blonde's question. " Of course I will be attending."

"No--" Zechs shook his head slowly as he raised Heero's chin with a long finger. " I mean as my date, Love," he explained. "I want you by my side."

Heero met Milliardo's pale irises - brow furrowing even further in confusion. "I fail to see the difference, "he commented dryly.

"The difference," Zechs rumbled, tenderly brushing unruly strands away from the younger man's forehead, "Is that I want to have you to myself all evening." His thumbs caressed the pulse throbbing in Heero's neck and the brunette swallowed convulsively.

"To hold you--" He softly kissed the point in question, tongue stealing out to hotly trace warm skin. He moved up to nibble at sweet, trembling lips. "To kiss you," he finished huskily, tracing the sensitive rim of his lover's lips before releasing him.

Heero's eyes were shut, his breath coming harshly as he fought to control the emotions coursing through him. They reopened to find Zechs' face hovering patiently before his.

Heero imagined a night spent in the taller man's company: the awkwardness of appearing as a couple, Zechs' constant, unnerving, presence at his side - the kisses and caresses that turned his knees to butter…"Yes," he mumbled gruffly, opening the door and ducking behind it, leaving Zechs standing on the porch.

The older man stared at the worn wood for a moment, too shocked by the sudden departure to do anything else. Then an ecstatic smile curved his lips.

Heero had said yes.