Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Dawn ❯ Chapter 22 ( Chapter 22 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Michalyn 
Heero is an overburdened young man in a new environment and Zechs is just the man to teach him how to love. Part 22.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.29.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Heero is an overburdened young man in a new environment and Zechs is just the man to teach him how to love. Part 22.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.29.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Many, many thanks to Rogue11, fei, AV,Evening Star, Kato-chan, Ambrosius, Elynsynos, MandieChan for reviewing the last chapter. Your words mean so much to me!
I want to express my heartfelt apologies to all my readers for being so late with this chapter. No, I haven't forgotten or abandoned this fic. A lot has been going on in my life these past few weeks and it made it very difficult to write. I'm so sorry. I hope you enjoy this chapter. The plot begins to thicken in the next chapter , so this is more of a transition one than anything else - and I wanted to give poor Zechsy a little reward for all his patience. I think he deserves it ne? Hope you have a pleasant read and expect the next chapter very soon!!
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
Feedback: craved ^_^
Beautiful Dawn 22/?
by: Michalyn
"H ere, let me help you with that," Zechs murmured. He leaned forward, and pretended to straighten Heero's already impeccably turned out collar. Having just arrived, the two men stood outside Quatre and Trowa's door, waiting to be let inside - and into the party. In his dark slacks and a shirt that exactly matched the stormy hue of his eyes, Heero looked good enough to eat - and Zechs had been dying to get his hands on him from the moment he had picked up the stoic brunette.
Heero frowned, but remained still under the blonde's ministrations and Zechs leaned in more closely, the tips of his fingers dipping subtly beneath the younger man's collar and caressing the smooth skin of his neck.
"You look stunning," he murmured huskily, unable to resist brushing a quick kiss over Heero's lips before the younger man could protest.
"Hn." Heero glared at the older man's sneaky tactics, but otherwise did nothing to put more distance between himself and Zechs. He could hardly credit the large blonde's words, especially next to Zechs' exceptional beauty, but Heero was quickly discovering that there were some things better left undisputed. He had no desire to have the tall man try to "prove" to him that he was anything more than ordinary. It would be hard enough having Zechs at his side for the evening without his inviting the blonde into further displays of affection.
Tonight Zechs was clad entirely in black and the topmost buttons of the silky shirt he wore had been undone to reveal a smooth wedge of golden flesh. His hair was pulled back into a neat queue at the base of his neck, revealing the strong, sensuous bone-structure of his face and his eyes glittered blue fire under the outside lights.
And he was supposed to be the stunning one, Heero snorted to himself.
The door suddenly opened, soft music and the sound of animated voices wafting from inside as Quatre held it open. In utter contrast to Zechs at Heero's side, the Arabian was dressed completely in white.
His cheeks were flushed with happiness and he looked absolutely luminous.
"Heero! Zechs! You made it!" Quatre gave Zechs a quick hug, and Heero's shoulder a companionable squeeze. "Come in, come in," he fussed, shooing them inside and helping them out of their coats. "Why don't you go in and join the others?" he said with a warm smile. "I'll take care of these." He indicated their coats, looking appreciatively from Zechs' aristocratic elegance to Heero's tousled beauty. "You guys look gorgeous by the way," he said with a grin. He winked good-naturedly at Heero. "If I wasn't already taken--"
"Then it's a good thing you are," a quiet voice interrupted. Trowa slid behind Quatre and wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist. The emerald of his shirt shimmered against Quatre's pristine whiteness. Trowa nodded at his friends, his eyes warm and twinkling with mirth. "I'm glad you two could make it," he said to the two men.
Genuinely pleased to see the other brunette, Heero murmured his thanks and offered his congratulations while Zechs grinned at Trowa.
"Congratulations," he agreed." The two of you deserve it."
Quatre smiled warmly over his shoulder at Trowa and squeezed his hand briefly before releasing him. "Why don't you show them in, Love," he said to the auburn-haired man. "I'll be right there."
Trowa nodded, and before leading the other men away he whispered something in the blonde's ear that caused a hot flush to bloom under Quatre's fair skin. Zechs chuckled, raising an amused eyebrow at the Arabian's flustered state and the almost predatory gleam in Trowa's eyes. Those two were so good for each other he mused warmly. It was only right they should be happy.
Trowa led them to a large, beautifully decorated room where many of the guests were milling about. Above them, a crystal chandelier twinkled prettily. From the tablecloths to the curtains, ivory and emerald tones dominated every aspect of the room - confirming the union of the gentle Arabian and the quiet, emerald-eyed actor. The only different color was from the lush blooms that served as centerpieces on each table: red, full-blown roses, whose symbolism was both obvious and sweetly apt.
It was a modest gathering of about ftwenty people - most of whom Zechs knew. Already he could see Sally and Noin near one of the punch tables. Sally's honey blonde hair was loose over her shoulders and the med-student looked quite fetching in a simple, black cocktail dress. Noin was wearing a pale pants suit that hugged her slender frame and complemented her coloring prettily. The women stood very close to each other and Zechs caught more than one tender look passing between them. He smiled, more than surprised at the relationship. The two had always been friends, but had always sworn that their relationship went no further than friendship. He wondered when that had changed.
Noin spotted him and she and Sally made their way over. The dark haired policewoman gave Zechs a fierce hug. "Milliardo, where have you been keeping yourself?" she greeted with a smile.
Zechs smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Noin, you look lovely as always," he purred.
He turned to Sally and bowed gracefully. "Of course you have nothing on this fair beauty," he said smoothly and the two women laughed and shook their heads.
"You haven't changed a bit I see, Zechs," Sally mused, smiling warmly at the tall man.
Zechs just shook his head and grinned. "Ladies, I'd like you to meet Heero Yuy." He said, his hand settling caressingly against the small of the brunette's back. "Heero --Noin and Sally," He nodded at each of the women in turn. "These two ladies and I went to high school together," he explained genially and the younger man nodded, more than aware of Zechs' intimate touch. Heero extended his hand to each of the women.
" Heero is a very special friend of mine." Zechs explained, and Sally and Noin smiled and offered their own palms to Heero.
"Pleased to meet you," he said quietly. He stepped slightly forward, but Zechs' touch only followed, the warmth of the blonde's large palm settling even lower on his back despite his attempts to escape it.
Noin noted both the hand and the intensity in her schoolmate's eyes and she resisted the urge to gloat. Friend indeed! She thought amusedly. Why, she did believe that Zechs was smitten.
The man had always teased her about her romantic nature, scoffing at her idealistic notions of love, and claiming to put more faith in sex. Zechs had grown even more cynical after his ill-fated relationship with Duo. So to see him so clearly "hooked" was surprising to say the least. -Almost as surprising as the intense young man who had captured his affections.
Zechs always did have an eye for pretty things - and that included his lovers. But his tastes usually leaned towards bold, laughing men who were more than aware of their charms and who oozed a shameless, calculated sexuality that left no room for subtlety. -* Not * reserved brunettes who seemed more at home in a library than at a bar - and who could not even begin to guess at their own appeal.
But then, she mused, Zechs had never been one to refuse a challenge. She wondered what had brought them together. A glance over at Sally revealed that her partner was wondering the same thing, blue eyes quietly studying the odd couple.
Perhaps she could wheedle the details out of Treize…
They chatted for a few minutes before the two women left to mingle with the rest of the guests. They had both been very pleasant, but Heero doubted that he would ever truly feel comfortable in a party atmosphere and he was grateful for the reprieve from the conversation - and Zechs' touch. The man seemed particularly solicitous in his attentions this evening and Heero wasn't quite sure how to react to it. When Treize and Wufei sauntered over, he welcomed the chance to have a quiet conversation with the serious Chinese.
Wufei was surprisingly casual in his white shirt and dark slacks, instead of the traditional wear that was his custom. There was also a mellowness about him that Heero couldn't quite pinpoint. His dark eyes shone subtly with some hidden emotion and he seemed much more relaxed and talkative than usual. It was almost the same kind of contented glow that he had seen in Quatre and Trowa, Heero mused idly.
Zechs watched as Treize's eyes followed Wufei's movement about the room - never once taking his eyes off his slender lover as Heero and the other dark-haired youth moved from the punch bowl to a table. A small smile played about the other man's lips, and his sapphire eyes softened as he watched Wufei's fingers toy idly with the rim of his cup - the small gold band glittering warmly against his skin.
Zechs threw a companionable arm about his best friend's shoulders. "I take it things went well?" the tall blonde asked with a chuckle.
Treize snuck one more glance to Wufei before turning to Zechs with a smile. "They went perfectly," he purred. His sapphire eyes darkened. "I couldn't ask for more," he said softly. There was an intensity to Treize's voice that made it clear that he was thinking of more than just his proposal.
Zechs' smile broadened. "And afterwards?" he asked teasingly and Treize turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Need you even ask?" he bantered playfully. "As fiery as my Wufei is, it was only inevitable," he added, eyes automatically seeking out his small lover again.
"Indeed?" Zechs asked; his gaze joining Treize's to regard the controlled, youth. His eyes twinkled with mischief. "He hardly seems it. Perhaps I need to test for myself," he mused, pretending to step forward. Treize pulled him back.
"Tut, tut, Milliardo," he reprimanded just as mischievously. "I doubt you could handle him. -And what would a certain blue-eyed brunette think of such an improper advance?" Treize asked archly, grinning when Zechs' gaze immediately lingered on Heero. "Besides - I never share," he added, a possessive glint springing into his eyes even amidst his good humor.
Zechs chuckled as his gaze returned to Heero. "No need to worry," he murmured absently. " I much prefer stubborn stoics to prickly scholars.
Treize looked over at his suddenly serious friend. "Then why don't we each go over to the men who strike our fancy?" he asked softly.
Zechs nodded, eyes still fixed on that far table. "Yes," he agreed slowly. "I think we should."
~~~
" A simple equation -once approached from the proper angle," Heero finished, taking a sip of his drink.
Wufei nodded. Eagerly, he leaned slightly forward. "Doubtless," he agreed. "But I am intrigued by this formula of yours, Yuy. Perhaps we can get together some time to further discuss it?"
It was Heero's turn to nod. "When will you be available?" he asked, looking forward to working with a vigorous mind like Wufei's.
Dark brows knitted thoughtfully. "Hmm," Wufei murmured. "Wednesday maybe? I--"
"Forgive me gentlemen," a deep voice smoothly interrupted, and Wufei turned to find Treize at his side. Zechs hovered not far behind.
"I hate to interrupt, this lovely tete- a- tete," the sapphire- eyed man interjected, "but I believe the band is starting up." He indicated with a graceful sweep the couples gathering on the dance floor - including a dreamy-eyed Trowa and Quatre. As if on cue, sweet strains of music began to fill the room and Treize bowed, extending a large palm to his small lover.
"Dragon, may I have this dance?" Sapphire eyes glowed as they locked with midnight.
Wufei frowned, but instinctively his palm slid into Treize's. He turned to Heero with a rare, sheepish expression, that Zechs found all the more amusing for being inspired by Treize. "I'm sorry Heero," Wufei apologized, rising from his seat, "I shall be back shortly. Perhaps we can finish our discussion later?" he asked hopefully.
Heero nodded. "Sure," he replied. He watched the couple, musing at the change that had come over his friend. Wufei had only to put his hand in Treize's and he seemed to glow from within. And the older man was just as affected he noticed. Treize had yet to cease his absent caressing of Wufei's fingers.
Tucking the offered limb securely against his side, Treize smiled and winked at the other two men, then turned, firmly steering the exotic youth in the direction of the dance floor.
Wufei tilted his head back to shoot the taller man a warning look. " *One * dance," he insisted firmly and Treize's lips spread in a sensuous smile as he pulled the dark beauty close. He looked down at Wufei with dancing eyes.
"But of course," he vowed solemnly. He leaned forward, his warm breath caressing the delicate shell of an ear. "We'll save the other dances for later ne?"
~~~
Zec hs watched as Treize pulled Wufei into his arms and teasingly whispered something into the younger man's ear. The dark-haired scholar simply shook his head as if in amusement and leaned further into the embrace - even going so far as to rest his head against Treize's chest. Immediately, in a movement that spoke of familiarity, Treize tucked the silken head under his chin and pulled his slender lover even closer, his hands faintly caressing the smaller man's back as they danced.
It was the most affectionate the taller blonde had seen the Chinese in public and he smiled to think how much * both * men had changed because of their relationship. Wufei was more relaxed: less solemn - and more open to displays of affection. And Zechs would have never believed that this doting and at times even tentative man was the commitment-phobic and arrogant Treize he had formerly known.
Sliding into Wufei's abandoned chair, he contemplated his own quiet lover. Had Heero changed him he wondered? He noticed that the younger man's eyes kept straying to the dance floor, his expression both faintly curious and puzzled, and Zechs wondered if their thoughts were at all similar. Instead, he turned to the brunette with a smile.
"What about you, Heero?" he asked softly. "Do you dance?"
Heero seemed startled by the question. His dark brows drew together as he regarded Zechs for a long moment.
"No," he said finally.
"And why not?" Zechs asked with a tender look. "Don't you find it enjoyable?"
Heero's frown deepened. "I don't know how to," he admitted, " but I still fail to see its appeal."
He turned towards the crowd of closely pressed couples and a puzzled expression crossed his features.
" The proximity of the dancers seems both oppressive and more apt to hinder movement than promote it," he elaborated, as he faced Zechs again. "It is not something I would like," Heero said matter-of-factly, and the mulish thrust of his chin dared the older man to convince him otherwise.
Zechs' lashes lowered then raised as azure irises pinned Heero in place. "Perhaps you simply haven't found the right partner," he suggested huskily.
Heero's heart inexplicably began to beat faster. He stared wordlessly at the older man as Zechs turned towards the dance floor again. "Look," the large blonde murmured, indicating first Quatre and Trowa and then Treize and Wufei. "Don't they seem like they're enjoying themselves?" he asked a suddenly speechless Heero.
The brunette gave a short, reluctant nod and Zechs' smiled at Heero's stubbornness.
"The closeness is what makes it special," He rumbled seductively. He reached across the table and stroked the sensitive webbing between Heero's thumb and forefinger. Heero stared: caught in the lure of that hypnotic voice and unable to pull away as Zechs gently turned his palm over and slowly traced the faint slash of his heart line.
"I think that you would make an excellent dance partner," he breathed.
Heero began to shake his head, but Zechs shushed him. "Would you spend the evening with me and yet deny me the chance to hold you in my arms?" he asked. He tugged the slender arm even closer.
Heero glowered. "Zechs--" he intoned warningly.
The older man was entirely unfazed. Zechs raised a curious - mischievous - eyebrow at the small brunette.
"Baby?"
Heero's expression became absolutely stony at the endearment. It was unexpected, unwelcome - and he hated the odd fluttering it started in his stomach. His response was immediate.
"Don't call me that," he demanded curtly, piercing Zechs with another sharp look.
The large blonde simply smiled and leaned even further forward. "Then what would you like me to call you?" he asked huskily. Amusement twinkled in his eyes as Heero's glare intensified.
"Quite a few names come to mind actually," Zechs continued teasingly. He pretended to ponder for a moment. "But, you're right; perhaps "Baby" isn't the most fitting." The older man nodded as if in confirmation of his thoughts. "I can think of one entirely more appropriate - especially considering those soft, mewling sounds you make when I stroke your--"
" * Heero * is fine," the slender brunette interrupted. The words were ground out between clenched teeth and the faint stain of a blush colored his cheekbones at Zechs' teasing.
Deep, rich laughter bubbled from the blonde's throat. He stopped when he noticed Heero's deliberately stoic expression - so incongruous with the stain of embarrassment on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Love," Zechs, said contritely. " I was only teasing." His eyes darkened sensually as he purred: "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I love every sound you make."
Heero's brows darkened even as his cheeks grew hotter. "Shut up, Zechs," he growled menacingly and the elegant blonde raised his hands in a placating gesture.
"Okay, okay, I'll behave," Milliardo agreed, laughter buried in his deep voice. He stood, pulling a wary Heero with him and looking down into navy irises. "Dance with me?" he pleaded. Heero started to protest, but Zechs interrupted him. "Trust me, Baby," he coaxed. "You'll like it."
The brunette's expression was openly unconvinced as he regarded the older man and Zechs stepped closer. "Let me hold you," he murmured. "I promise to take good care of you."
Zechs watched as Heero warred with the decision, brow furrowed thoughtfully and lips pressed into a tight line. Finally the younger man relented.
Heero nodded curtly and Zechs led him towards the dance floor. Remembering the brunette's words the older man tried to find a relatively less crowded spot - which was nigh impossible amidst the mass of moving, grooving couples.
The music changed from the throbbing up-tempo beat, to a slow, sensuous tune and though a few left the floor in favor of drinks, most of the couples remained: Lovers pulled even closer in each other's arms - losing themselves to each other and the music.
Milliardo's arms slid around Heero, smoothly guiding him, pressing their bodies close. Tension radiated from the slender brunette, his spine stiff and unyielding as he moved awkwardly against the tall blonde.
Zechs' hands stroked soothingly down Heero's back, caressing the taut muscles then moving downwards to settle on slender hips. He leaned forward and discreetly nibbled the tender lobe of an ear. "Close your eyes, Love," Zechs whispered.
Heero hesitated for a moment, but obeyed. He found that he was forced to lean into Zechs - to depend on the older man's guiding hands on his hips. It was not long before they were moving together. And then Heero was scarcely aware of the music. Zechs surrounded him - his heat, his scent - the steady throb of his heart beneath Heero's ear. A muscled thigh slid between his own, bringing heat against heat and the intimate, languid rubbing of Zechs' hips against Heero's sent warmth rushing through the brunette's veins. He was dizzy from the throb of arousal and the hazy half-pleasure radiating from their joined bodies, even as the older man's hands seemed everywhere at once: caressing his back, his hips - his face. He didn't realize that his eyes were still closed or that he had completely melted into the blonde's embrace. It just seemed the most natural thing in the world to lean up and press a kiss against Zechs' parted lips.
There was a pause, a surprised gasp fanning his lips, and then Zechs was shuddering as his mouth slanted over Heero's, returning the sweet pressure. Long fingers tangled in dark, silky hair, massaging Heero's scalp and the sensitive nape of his neck, causing him to shiver and gasp in the blonde's arms. Their tongues mated - hot and slick and sweet and an almost tortured groan escaped Zechs, even as he pulled their bodies closer. Heero's mouth was soft, delicious, his body warm and surprisingly - wonderfully - yielding. He couldn't get close enough. Restlessly, his hand roamed the lithe body, stroking through the barrier of clothing - aching for the feel of skin against skin. He couldn't resist kneading firm buttocks. --Or moaning when a small whimper spilled from Heero's lips.
This was going to far, too fast: any more and the blonde did not doubt that he'd be seeking a much more intimate caress. Reluctantly, Zechs pulled away, senses still aflame from the unexpected kiss. Dimly, he was aware that the music had stopped and that they were alone on the dance floor. Hoots and catcalls were being sent their way and he turned to find Treize, Trowa and Quatre grinning knowingly at him. Wufei appeared too shocked to speak and there was a definite smirk hovering around Noin's lips. Too filled with sweet lassitude to care, Zechs grinned winningly back at them as he led a flushed Heero back to their table.
Whether a flush of excitement, anger or embarrassment, was hard to tell, butZechs began to suspect it mixture of all three when Heero fixed him with a glare that put all his others to shame. The brunette's brows lowered ominously, his voice rumbling dangerously as he pierced the tall blonde with another glare.
"Zechs--"
The elegant blonde simply leaned back in his chair and smiled sensuously at his date.
This was going to be the most enjoyable evening he'd had in a *long* time.
I want to express my heartfelt apologies to all my readers for being so late with this chapter. No, I haven't forgotten or abandoned this fic. A lot has been going on in my life these past few weeks and it made it very difficult to write. I'm so sorry. I hope you enjoy this chapter. The plot begins to thicken in the next chapter , so this is more of a transition one than anything else - and I wanted to give poor Zechsy a little reward for all his patience. I think he deserves it ne? Hope you have a pleasant read and expect the next chapter very soon!!
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
Feedback: craved ^_^
Beautiful Dawn 22/?
by: Michalyn
"H ere, let me help you with that," Zechs murmured. He leaned forward, and pretended to straighten Heero's already impeccably turned out collar. Having just arrived, the two men stood outside Quatre and Trowa's door, waiting to be let inside - and into the party. In his dark slacks and a shirt that exactly matched the stormy hue of his eyes, Heero looked good enough to eat - and Zechs had been dying to get his hands on him from the moment he had picked up the stoic brunette.
Heero frowned, but remained still under the blonde's ministrations and Zechs leaned in more closely, the tips of his fingers dipping subtly beneath the younger man's collar and caressing the smooth skin of his neck.
"You look stunning," he murmured huskily, unable to resist brushing a quick kiss over Heero's lips before the younger man could protest.
"Hn." Heero glared at the older man's sneaky tactics, but otherwise did nothing to put more distance between himself and Zechs. He could hardly credit the large blonde's words, especially next to Zechs' exceptional beauty, but Heero was quickly discovering that there were some things better left undisputed. He had no desire to have the tall man try to "prove" to him that he was anything more than ordinary. It would be hard enough having Zechs at his side for the evening without his inviting the blonde into further displays of affection.
Tonight Zechs was clad entirely in black and the topmost buttons of the silky shirt he wore had been undone to reveal a smooth wedge of golden flesh. His hair was pulled back into a neat queue at the base of his neck, revealing the strong, sensuous bone-structure of his face and his eyes glittered blue fire under the outside lights.
And he was supposed to be the stunning one, Heero snorted to himself.
The door suddenly opened, soft music and the sound of animated voices wafting from inside as Quatre held it open. In utter contrast to Zechs at Heero's side, the Arabian was dressed completely in white.
His cheeks were flushed with happiness and he looked absolutely luminous.
"Heero! Zechs! You made it!" Quatre gave Zechs a quick hug, and Heero's shoulder a companionable squeeze. "Come in, come in," he fussed, shooing them inside and helping them out of their coats. "Why don't you go in and join the others?" he said with a warm smile. "I'll take care of these." He indicated their coats, looking appreciatively from Zechs' aristocratic elegance to Heero's tousled beauty. "You guys look gorgeous by the way," he said with a grin. He winked good-naturedly at Heero. "If I wasn't already taken--"
"Then it's a good thing you are," a quiet voice interrupted. Trowa slid behind Quatre and wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist. The emerald of his shirt shimmered against Quatre's pristine whiteness. Trowa nodded at his friends, his eyes warm and twinkling with mirth. "I'm glad you two could make it," he said to the two men.
Genuinely pleased to see the other brunette, Heero murmured his thanks and offered his congratulations while Zechs grinned at Trowa.
"Congratulations," he agreed." The two of you deserve it."
Quatre smiled warmly over his shoulder at Trowa and squeezed his hand briefly before releasing him. "Why don't you show them in, Love," he said to the auburn-haired man. "I'll be right there."
Trowa nodded, and before leading the other men away he whispered something in the blonde's ear that caused a hot flush to bloom under Quatre's fair skin. Zechs chuckled, raising an amused eyebrow at the Arabian's flustered state and the almost predatory gleam in Trowa's eyes. Those two were so good for each other he mused warmly. It was only right they should be happy.
Trowa led them to a large, beautifully decorated room where many of the guests were milling about. Above them, a crystal chandelier twinkled prettily. From the tablecloths to the curtains, ivory and emerald tones dominated every aspect of the room - confirming the union of the gentle Arabian and the quiet, emerald-eyed actor. The only different color was from the lush blooms that served as centerpieces on each table: red, full-blown roses, whose symbolism was both obvious and sweetly apt.
It was a modest gathering of about ftwenty people - most of whom Zechs knew. Already he could see Sally and Noin near one of the punch tables. Sally's honey blonde hair was loose over her shoulders and the med-student looked quite fetching in a simple, black cocktail dress. Noin was wearing a pale pants suit that hugged her slender frame and complemented her coloring prettily. The women stood very close to each other and Zechs caught more than one tender look passing between them. He smiled, more than surprised at the relationship. The two had always been friends, but had always sworn that their relationship went no further than friendship. He wondered when that had changed.
Noin spotted him and she and Sally made their way over. The dark haired policewoman gave Zechs a fierce hug. "Milliardo, where have you been keeping yourself?" she greeted with a smile.
Zechs smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Noin, you look lovely as always," he purred.
He turned to Sally and bowed gracefully. "Of course you have nothing on this fair beauty," he said smoothly and the two women laughed and shook their heads.
"You haven't changed a bit I see, Zechs," Sally mused, smiling warmly at the tall man.
Zechs just shook his head and grinned. "Ladies, I'd like you to meet Heero Yuy." He said, his hand settling caressingly against the small of the brunette's back. "Heero --Noin and Sally," He nodded at each of the women in turn. "These two ladies and I went to high school together," he explained genially and the younger man nodded, more than aware of Zechs' intimate touch. Heero extended his hand to each of the women.
" Heero is a very special friend of mine." Zechs explained, and Sally and Noin smiled and offered their own palms to Heero.
"Pleased to meet you," he said quietly. He stepped slightly forward, but Zechs' touch only followed, the warmth of the blonde's large palm settling even lower on his back despite his attempts to escape it.
Noin noted both the hand and the intensity in her schoolmate's eyes and she resisted the urge to gloat. Friend indeed! She thought amusedly. Why, she did believe that Zechs was smitten.
The man had always teased her about her romantic nature, scoffing at her idealistic notions of love, and claiming to put more faith in sex. Zechs had grown even more cynical after his ill-fated relationship with Duo. So to see him so clearly "hooked" was surprising to say the least. -Almost as surprising as the intense young man who had captured his affections.
Zechs always did have an eye for pretty things - and that included his lovers. But his tastes usually leaned towards bold, laughing men who were more than aware of their charms and who oozed a shameless, calculated sexuality that left no room for subtlety. -* Not * reserved brunettes who seemed more at home in a library than at a bar - and who could not even begin to guess at their own appeal.
But then, she mused, Zechs had never been one to refuse a challenge. She wondered what had brought them together. A glance over at Sally revealed that her partner was wondering the same thing, blue eyes quietly studying the odd couple.
Perhaps she could wheedle the details out of Treize…
They chatted for a few minutes before the two women left to mingle with the rest of the guests. They had both been very pleasant, but Heero doubted that he would ever truly feel comfortable in a party atmosphere and he was grateful for the reprieve from the conversation - and Zechs' touch. The man seemed particularly solicitous in his attentions this evening and Heero wasn't quite sure how to react to it. When Treize and Wufei sauntered over, he welcomed the chance to have a quiet conversation with the serious Chinese.
Wufei was surprisingly casual in his white shirt and dark slacks, instead of the traditional wear that was his custom. There was also a mellowness about him that Heero couldn't quite pinpoint. His dark eyes shone subtly with some hidden emotion and he seemed much more relaxed and talkative than usual. It was almost the same kind of contented glow that he had seen in Quatre and Trowa, Heero mused idly.
Zechs watched as Treize's eyes followed Wufei's movement about the room - never once taking his eyes off his slender lover as Heero and the other dark-haired youth moved from the punch bowl to a table. A small smile played about the other man's lips, and his sapphire eyes softened as he watched Wufei's fingers toy idly with the rim of his cup - the small gold band glittering warmly against his skin.
Zechs threw a companionable arm about his best friend's shoulders. "I take it things went well?" the tall blonde asked with a chuckle.
Treize snuck one more glance to Wufei before turning to Zechs with a smile. "They went perfectly," he purred. His sapphire eyes darkened. "I couldn't ask for more," he said softly. There was an intensity to Treize's voice that made it clear that he was thinking of more than just his proposal.
Zechs' smile broadened. "And afterwards?" he asked teasingly and Treize turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Need you even ask?" he bantered playfully. "As fiery as my Wufei is, it was only inevitable," he added, eyes automatically seeking out his small lover again.
"Indeed?" Zechs asked; his gaze joining Treize's to regard the controlled, youth. His eyes twinkled with mischief. "He hardly seems it. Perhaps I need to test for myself," he mused, pretending to step forward. Treize pulled him back.
"Tut, tut, Milliardo," he reprimanded just as mischievously. "I doubt you could handle him. -And what would a certain blue-eyed brunette think of such an improper advance?" Treize asked archly, grinning when Zechs' gaze immediately lingered on Heero. "Besides - I never share," he added, a possessive glint springing into his eyes even amidst his good humor.
Zechs chuckled as his gaze returned to Heero. "No need to worry," he murmured absently. " I much prefer stubborn stoics to prickly scholars.
Treize looked over at his suddenly serious friend. "Then why don't we each go over to the men who strike our fancy?" he asked softly.
Zechs nodded, eyes still fixed on that far table. "Yes," he agreed slowly. "I think we should."
~~~
" A simple equation -once approached from the proper angle," Heero finished, taking a sip of his drink.
Wufei nodded. Eagerly, he leaned slightly forward. "Doubtless," he agreed. "But I am intrigued by this formula of yours, Yuy. Perhaps we can get together some time to further discuss it?"
It was Heero's turn to nod. "When will you be available?" he asked, looking forward to working with a vigorous mind like Wufei's.
Dark brows knitted thoughtfully. "Hmm," Wufei murmured. "Wednesday maybe? I--"
"Forgive me gentlemen," a deep voice smoothly interrupted, and Wufei turned to find Treize at his side. Zechs hovered not far behind.
"I hate to interrupt, this lovely tete- a- tete," the sapphire- eyed man interjected, "but I believe the band is starting up." He indicated with a graceful sweep the couples gathering on the dance floor - including a dreamy-eyed Trowa and Quatre. As if on cue, sweet strains of music began to fill the room and Treize bowed, extending a large palm to his small lover.
"Dragon, may I have this dance?" Sapphire eyes glowed as they locked with midnight.
Wufei frowned, but instinctively his palm slid into Treize's. He turned to Heero with a rare, sheepish expression, that Zechs found all the more amusing for being inspired by Treize. "I'm sorry Heero," Wufei apologized, rising from his seat, "I shall be back shortly. Perhaps we can finish our discussion later?" he asked hopefully.
Heero nodded. "Sure," he replied. He watched the couple, musing at the change that had come over his friend. Wufei had only to put his hand in Treize's and he seemed to glow from within. And the older man was just as affected he noticed. Treize had yet to cease his absent caressing of Wufei's fingers.
Tucking the offered limb securely against his side, Treize smiled and winked at the other two men, then turned, firmly steering the exotic youth in the direction of the dance floor.
Wufei tilted his head back to shoot the taller man a warning look. " *One * dance," he insisted firmly and Treize's lips spread in a sensuous smile as he pulled the dark beauty close. He looked down at Wufei with dancing eyes.
"But of course," he vowed solemnly. He leaned forward, his warm breath caressing the delicate shell of an ear. "We'll save the other dances for later ne?"
~~~
Zec hs watched as Treize pulled Wufei into his arms and teasingly whispered something into the younger man's ear. The dark-haired scholar simply shook his head as if in amusement and leaned further into the embrace - even going so far as to rest his head against Treize's chest. Immediately, in a movement that spoke of familiarity, Treize tucked the silken head under his chin and pulled his slender lover even closer, his hands faintly caressing the smaller man's back as they danced.
It was the most affectionate the taller blonde had seen the Chinese in public and he smiled to think how much * both * men had changed because of their relationship. Wufei was more relaxed: less solemn - and more open to displays of affection. And Zechs would have never believed that this doting and at times even tentative man was the commitment-phobic and arrogant Treize he had formerly known.
Sliding into Wufei's abandoned chair, he contemplated his own quiet lover. Had Heero changed him he wondered? He noticed that the younger man's eyes kept straying to the dance floor, his expression both faintly curious and puzzled, and Zechs wondered if their thoughts were at all similar. Instead, he turned to the brunette with a smile.
"What about you, Heero?" he asked softly. "Do you dance?"
Heero seemed startled by the question. His dark brows drew together as he regarded Zechs for a long moment.
"No," he said finally.
"And why not?" Zechs asked with a tender look. "Don't you find it enjoyable?"
Heero's frown deepened. "I don't know how to," he admitted, " but I still fail to see its appeal."
He turned towards the crowd of closely pressed couples and a puzzled expression crossed his features.
" The proximity of the dancers seems both oppressive and more apt to hinder movement than promote it," he elaborated, as he faced Zechs again. "It is not something I would like," Heero said matter-of-factly, and the mulish thrust of his chin dared the older man to convince him otherwise.
Zechs' lashes lowered then raised as azure irises pinned Heero in place. "Perhaps you simply haven't found the right partner," he suggested huskily.
Heero's heart inexplicably began to beat faster. He stared wordlessly at the older man as Zechs turned towards the dance floor again. "Look," the large blonde murmured, indicating first Quatre and Trowa and then Treize and Wufei. "Don't they seem like they're enjoying themselves?" he asked a suddenly speechless Heero.
The brunette gave a short, reluctant nod and Zechs' smiled at Heero's stubbornness.
"The closeness is what makes it special," He rumbled seductively. He reached across the table and stroked the sensitive webbing between Heero's thumb and forefinger. Heero stared: caught in the lure of that hypnotic voice and unable to pull away as Zechs gently turned his palm over and slowly traced the faint slash of his heart line.
"I think that you would make an excellent dance partner," he breathed.
Heero began to shake his head, but Zechs shushed him. "Would you spend the evening with me and yet deny me the chance to hold you in my arms?" he asked. He tugged the slender arm even closer.
Heero glowered. "Zechs--" he intoned warningly.
The older man was entirely unfazed. Zechs raised a curious - mischievous - eyebrow at the small brunette.
"Baby?"
Heero's expression became absolutely stony at the endearment. It was unexpected, unwelcome - and he hated the odd fluttering it started in his stomach. His response was immediate.
"Don't call me that," he demanded curtly, piercing Zechs with another sharp look.
The large blonde simply smiled and leaned even further forward. "Then what would you like me to call you?" he asked huskily. Amusement twinkled in his eyes as Heero's glare intensified.
"Quite a few names come to mind actually," Zechs continued teasingly. He pretended to ponder for a moment. "But, you're right; perhaps "Baby" isn't the most fitting." The older man nodded as if in confirmation of his thoughts. "I can think of one entirely more appropriate - especially considering those soft, mewling sounds you make when I stroke your--"
" * Heero * is fine," the slender brunette interrupted. The words were ground out between clenched teeth and the faint stain of a blush colored his cheekbones at Zechs' teasing.
Deep, rich laughter bubbled from the blonde's throat. He stopped when he noticed Heero's deliberately stoic expression - so incongruous with the stain of embarrassment on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Love," Zechs, said contritely. " I was only teasing." His eyes darkened sensually as he purred: "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I love every sound you make."
Heero's brows darkened even as his cheeks grew hotter. "Shut up, Zechs," he growled menacingly and the elegant blonde raised his hands in a placating gesture.
"Okay, okay, I'll behave," Milliardo agreed, laughter buried in his deep voice. He stood, pulling a wary Heero with him and looking down into navy irises. "Dance with me?" he pleaded. Heero started to protest, but Zechs interrupted him. "Trust me, Baby," he coaxed. "You'll like it."
The brunette's expression was openly unconvinced as he regarded the older man and Zechs stepped closer. "Let me hold you," he murmured. "I promise to take good care of you."
Zechs watched as Heero warred with the decision, brow furrowed thoughtfully and lips pressed into a tight line. Finally the younger man relented.
Heero nodded curtly and Zechs led him towards the dance floor. Remembering the brunette's words the older man tried to find a relatively less crowded spot - which was nigh impossible amidst the mass of moving, grooving couples.
The music changed from the throbbing up-tempo beat, to a slow, sensuous tune and though a few left the floor in favor of drinks, most of the couples remained: Lovers pulled even closer in each other's arms - losing themselves to each other and the music.
Milliardo's arms slid around Heero, smoothly guiding him, pressing their bodies close. Tension radiated from the slender brunette, his spine stiff and unyielding as he moved awkwardly against the tall blonde.
Zechs' hands stroked soothingly down Heero's back, caressing the taut muscles then moving downwards to settle on slender hips. He leaned forward and discreetly nibbled the tender lobe of an ear. "Close your eyes, Love," Zechs whispered.
Heero hesitated for a moment, but obeyed. He found that he was forced to lean into Zechs - to depend on the older man's guiding hands on his hips. It was not long before they were moving together. And then Heero was scarcely aware of the music. Zechs surrounded him - his heat, his scent - the steady throb of his heart beneath Heero's ear. A muscled thigh slid between his own, bringing heat against heat and the intimate, languid rubbing of Zechs' hips against Heero's sent warmth rushing through the brunette's veins. He was dizzy from the throb of arousal and the hazy half-pleasure radiating from their joined bodies, even as the older man's hands seemed everywhere at once: caressing his back, his hips - his face. He didn't realize that his eyes were still closed or that he had completely melted into the blonde's embrace. It just seemed the most natural thing in the world to lean up and press a kiss against Zechs' parted lips.
There was a pause, a surprised gasp fanning his lips, and then Zechs was shuddering as his mouth slanted over Heero's, returning the sweet pressure. Long fingers tangled in dark, silky hair, massaging Heero's scalp and the sensitive nape of his neck, causing him to shiver and gasp in the blonde's arms. Their tongues mated - hot and slick and sweet and an almost tortured groan escaped Zechs, even as he pulled their bodies closer. Heero's mouth was soft, delicious, his body warm and surprisingly - wonderfully - yielding. He couldn't get close enough. Restlessly, his hand roamed the lithe body, stroking through the barrier of clothing - aching for the feel of skin against skin. He couldn't resist kneading firm buttocks. --Or moaning when a small whimper spilled from Heero's lips.
This was going to far, too fast: any more and the blonde did not doubt that he'd be seeking a much more intimate caress. Reluctantly, Zechs pulled away, senses still aflame from the unexpected kiss. Dimly, he was aware that the music had stopped and that they were alone on the dance floor. Hoots and catcalls were being sent their way and he turned to find Treize, Trowa and Quatre grinning knowingly at him. Wufei appeared too shocked to speak and there was a definite smirk hovering around Noin's lips. Too filled with sweet lassitude to care, Zechs grinned winningly back at them as he led a flushed Heero back to their table.
Whether a flush of excitement, anger or embarrassment, was hard to tell, butZechs began to suspect it mixture of all three when Heero fixed him with a glare that put all his others to shame. The brunette's brows lowered ominously, his voice rumbling dangerously as he pierced the tall blonde with another glare.
"Zechs--"
The elegant blonde simply leaned back in his chair and smiled sensuously at his date.
This was going to be the most enjoyable evening he'd had in a *long* time.