Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Dawn ❯ Chapter 23 ( Chapter 23 )
[ 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 23.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.29.2002 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 1.2K | 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 23.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.29.2002 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Many, many thanks to Rogue11, kin' , antigone, Fallin, Katie, AV, Evening Star, Unigenitus, Crystaline, Fuu Alpha, Lady Dragon and Elynsynos for reviewing the last chapter. I hope you enjoy this one as well!
I had intended for this to be out sooner, but between being sick and discovering FF.net's new policy banning all NC-17 fics this hasn't been my best week T_T. I'm so, so sorry. This is going to be my last update of Beautiful Dawn here, but all my fics will be at my website ( http://www.angelfire.com/gundam/asanctuary) as usual, and I'll also be moving them to mediaminer.org and possibly fandomination.net.
If there's anyone who wants me to send the chapters directly to their inbox, just email me and I'll be happy to do so.
That being said, Please 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: 6x1 LEMON
Feedback: craved ^_^
Beautiful Dawn 23/?
by: Michalyn
"-And the look on Quatre's face when Trowa gave him those plane tickets was too adorable for words," Zechs remarked from the kitchen, recalling what had been the highlight of the evening.
Heero grunted absently as he leafed through one of the many magazines on Zechs' coffee table. The blonde's next sentence was muffled amidst the clatter of dishes and silverware, and idly Heero wondered what possible new torture the older man was going to attempt to put him through now.
The brunette huffed softly to himself. He still hadn't forgiven Zechs for that scene on the dance floor. He should have never allowed the smooth-talking blonde to coerce him into that dance, Heero thought darkly - conveniently forgetting that he had been the one to initiate the kiss. He remembered the amused expressions on his friends' faces and his brow darkened even further.
"--Well?" Zechs rumbled, emerging from the kitchen with a tray deftly balanced in his hands. His silver-blonde hair was once again loose; his silk shirt untucked and mostly unbuttoned as he padded barefoot over to Heero and placed the tray down on the table. He eyed the younger man speculatively as he waited for his response.
"Hn?" Heero inquired. He looked over at the bowl of plump, fragrant, strawberries, the decadent chocolate sauce and the bottle of what he thought to be champagne - then back up at Zechs as a small knot of dread began to form in his stomach. This was not looking good.
'I said, I hope you like strawberries," Zechs answered. And from the way the slender youth was eyeing the dessert as though it would attack at any moment, he was guessing not. He settled next to Heero on the couch and reached for one of the strawberries, dipping it generously in chocolate.
Heero grimaced even as he watched - fascinated - as the older man brought the fruit to his mouth, sensuous lips closing over the strawberry. Pearly teeth bit into the pitted flesh - revealing its soft, juicy heart. A stray droplet of chocolate hovered on Zechs' lush bottom lip and the tip of a pink tongue stole out, capturing the errant sweetness. Feeling suddenly and unaccountably warm, Heero looked away, burying his nose deeper into his magazine.
"Hmm?" Zechs offered, dipping another strawberry and extending the rosy fruit to Heero.
Barely peering up from his page, the dark beauty shook his head curtly.
"Why not?" Zechs immediately asked. "Don't like?"
Knowing that the blonde would persist until he got an answer, Heero reluctantly put down the magazine and turned to face the other man. "No," he responded quietly, hoping that it would mean the end of the conversation. He watched as a dribble of chocolate slid slowly down Zechs' finger, and he indicated the lean digit with a sharp nod. "Too messy," the brunette explained fastidiously.
Zechs laughed, both surprised and pleased by the petite beauty's prickly response. It was so typically * Heero * that he couldn't help but smile as he turned to the stoic youth. He quickly finished off the strawberry, licking the chocolate off his fingers then regarding Heero with an amused twinkle in his baby blue eyes.
"Experience has taught me that only two things in life are best when messiest," Zechs rhymed mischievously. "Chocolate--" He took a glowering Heero's hand and lowered an index finger into the dark, silky liquid. Slowly he drew the digit between his lips - holding Heero's eyes as he suckled teasingly - tongue dipping around the slender finger, licking him clean.
Heero's eyes widened, breath hitching as he tried to tug his palm away from Zechs' grasp and the warm, wet seal of those talented lips. The blonde released him in a slow, deliberate movement that sent pleasure echoing along his nerves.
Zechs grinned. "-And sex," he finished huskily.
He leaned forward, gently pressing a flushed and startled Heero against the arm of the couch. Immediately, the smaller man made to scoot away, attempting to hide his skittishness behind a fierce, deadly glare.
But there was nowhere to run to. Heat and black silk caressed him as Zechs moved even closer, stopping only when their faces were mere breaths apart. He reached out; seeking the small bowl on the table; thumb dipping unerringly into the dark liquid. It returned to slowly, sensuously smear the glistening sweetness over Heero's bottom lip.
Zechs' nibbled at the pouting flesh, then drew it slowly into his mouth, groaning when Heero's eyes closed, his fists clenching helplessly in the dark silk of the older man's shirt. A small sound of reluctant need escaped him.
Gods, Heero was responsive. Why did he always fight so strenuously against this when his body spoke so much more eloquently of his true, oh so sensual nature? Zechs wondered. Even now he was resisting, stoically attempting to stifle the tiny sounds of his desire as Zechs deepened the kiss and gathered him fully into his arms. But slowly, Heero responded, matching the intimate movements of Zechs' mouth with his own. Deepening the exquisite tasting.
Passion, hot and aching flared between them and Zechs wanted nothing so much as to undress Heero and to devour every delectable inch of flesh revealed. - Especially that hot enticing length of flesh between Heero's thighs, already thrusting so insistently against his hip. Zechs knew the precise shape of him, the soft weight of velvet over steel - the unique, exquisite scent of his passion - his sharp, addictive flavor-Everything about Heero's desire entranced him - enflamed him beyond his ability to express it. His hunger for the brunette was beyond measure, beyond reason.
His hands slid below, canting Heero's hips forward and pressing him back against the arm of the chair. One hand hooked behind a cloth-covered knee, raising a slender leg until Heero was spread: one leg pressed hotly against Zechs' hip, the other dangling off the couch as slender fingers cupped him intimately, outlining the swiftly-growing bulge at his crotch.
Breath whistled past Heero's teeth as they came down hard on his bottom lip, stifling the moan that threatened to burst forth as pleasure rocked through him. He twisted, gasping as Zechs' teasing fingers rubbed deliberately over the most sensitive part of him, teasing the confined tip of his arousal, with soft, knowing strokes. His pants were almost unbearably tight and helplessly he rocked upwards, seeking relief from the restricting pressure. His movement only succeeded in pressing him more securely into Zechs' palm.
He groaned, head falling back desperately against the bar of the chair as sparks exploded behind his eyes…
"Zechs-stop--" he rasped breathlessly. Dimly, through his haze of pleasure, Heero felt Zechs' hand still and the blonde move forward to kiss him softly.
'I'm sorry Love," Zechs murmured, his own voice rough with passion and suppressed need. " I didn't mean to move so quickly. Are you alright?"
Heero looked up, trying to form a coherent response to Zechs' question, but it was impossible with the man's hand still cupping him.
"Yes," he finally gritted out. Heat began to swiftly climb his cheeks. "Let me go," he demanded.
Zechs, who was engaged in his own struggle for self- control, frowned confusedly at Heero's request. "What?" he asked blankly.
He was even more confused to find a fiery blush blazing across Heero's cheekbones.
Dark lashes lowered as Heero gestured helplessly. "Your hand…" Heero trailed off, cursing himself yet again for the lack of control that always resulted in these situations.
Finally, Zechs understood, realizing just where his palm was still intimately insinuated. He didn't think it possible for Heero's cheeks to get any hotter at the moment, and from the brunette's still-lowered lashes, it was clear that the reticent beauty was quite embarrassed. Flooded by a wave of sympathy, Zechs slowly drew his hand away.
Yet, despite his best intentions, the blonde found it impossible to resist turning the motion into a caress. Savoring the heat of Heero's desire as the younger man made a choked sound - his hips jerking slightly as he fought the urge to thrust into Zechs' touch.
Slowly, Heero opened his eyes. And as he became aware of his position on the couch, he almost wished that Zechs had not granted his request and withdrawn his shielding palm.
His legs were spread - wantonly so - his hips thrusting forward at an angle that made the hard ridge of his arousal, more than obvious. And the avid, hungry way Zechs was staring at him, hardly improved matters.
"Let me up," Heero growled impatiently, pushing firmly at the blonde's broad shoulders.
Zechs relented. He pulled away, allowing Heero to sit up and right his clothes. The older man brushed back dark, unruly bangs, valiantly trying to ignore Heero's flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips.
"Sweetheart?"
Heero grunted.
"Do you want to leave?"
Heero frowned. "No…" he answered quietly. "I cannot. I promised Relena the day off tomorrow." The last part uttered almost too softly to be heard.
It was Zechs' turn to frown as he tried to make sense of the younger man's words. "I'm afraid I don't understand, Love," he said slowly. "-Not that I have any desire to see you go," he added. The blonde shook his head slowly. " But I fear I've made you uncomfortable with my rash actions - and that is the last thing I wish to do."
"What does your promising the nurse the day off have to do with you being unable to return home?" Zechs asked curiously.
Heero remained quiet, jaw clenching rhythmically as his dark brows lowered even further.
Concerned, the older man placed a large palm on Heero's shoulder, forcing him to meet his eyes. " Baby, what is it?"
"It's nothing," the younger man finally responded. Another spasm ran through Heero's clenched jaw. "Because you requested my company for the whole evening," he explained, "I wrongly assumed that that included tonight as well… So I promised Relena the day off in exchange for my being absent until tomorrow."
"But, I am sure that returning home will not be a problem," he added swiftly. The slender brunette bent, and briskly began to put his socks back on.
A knowing smile teased the edges of Zechs' mouth as he listened to Heero's carefully worded explanation. He watched as the younger man moved to rise from the couch. Did Heero really expect him to allow him to leave after the reticent youth had just admitted, in so many words to wanting to spend the night in his bed?
A golden arm reached out, and snaked around Heero's waist, pulling him onto Zechs' lap.
"Going somewhere Love?" the elegant blonde purred silkily and an annoyed growl rumbled past Heero's throat. What was it with this habit of Zechs' of plunking him into his lap like he was some helpless child, the brunette wondered? It was becoming irritating to say the least.
"Milliardo, I have no time for this," Heero intoned warningly.
Zechs' arms tightened around the firm abdomen. "Indeed?" he mused archly. "What could you * possibly * have to so urgently attend to at this late hour hmm?" Zechs inquired knowingly. "Especially with that "enthusiastic" young nurse tending to J?"
Heero began to answer him, but Zechs smoothly interrupted. "Mr. Yuy," he teased playfully. "I do believe you just admitted to wanting to spend a night of wanton abandonment in my bed. Do you *truly * expect to convince me to release you now?" he asked sensually.
" Being the kind soul that I am-" the aristocratic blonde continued blithely, ignoring Heero's hiss of annoyance. " I am perfectly willing to oblige a young man in * need*--" His hands slid below once more to lovingly cup the cloth-covered bulge between Heero's thighs. "But only on one condition," he whispered, hot breath teasing the delicate whorls of Heero's ear.
"No more hiding. I want…everything with you," Zechs breathed. "I want to please you Sweetheart, but you have to trust me." He suckled gently on the delicate skin just beneath Heero's ear, causing a tremor to race through the lean form in his arms. "If you want me, you have to tell me. I want no regrets in the morning," the older man said fiercely. I've waited too long to hold you in my arms."
That warm palm began to slowly massage, setting Heero's nerves on fire. He shuddered, breath wheezing out between clenched teeth as sensation shot through him. Helplessly, he arched, rocking upwards to meet those knowing fingers. At the feel of Zechs' hands whispering downwards, sliding his belt out of its loops and then unfastening the button at his waist, he groaned; part anticipation, part frustration.
"Zechs--"
The movements of the older man's hands stilled, eliciting a frustrated whimper from the dark beauty in his lap. Heero's head was turned to the side, pressed blindly into Zechs' broad shoulder, his breath panting out from between, soft parted lips.
The large blonde brushed dark strands away from Heero's forehead, placing a kiss on a sweaty temple.
"Tell me what you need, Love," he whispered huskily. "And I will give it to you."
A frustrated gasp, then a moment of hesitation…
"You." Soft, whispered.
Zechs' pulse leapt at the husky admission. Fire, and sweet emotion filled his veins at the knowledge that Heero was finally - and * willingly * surrendering to him. -- That the brunette was surrendering to his own sensual nature. Love and passion swelled in him. He ached - heart and body filled with sweeping, indescribable feeling for the petite beauty in his arms.
"Heero…Love…" He groaned, turning Heero's face towards him and capturing those sweet, sweet lips. They opened willingly, eagerly admitting him. Heero's tongue sparred hungrily with his own, desire laid bare with a single passionate admission.
Zechs stood, turning and lifting Heero in the same motion. This time he got no protests, just slender arms eagerly circling his neck as he held their bodies close. Heat pressed against heat - heart against heart. He looked deeply into Heero's passion dark eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly. He had to know for certain, even if the thought of Heero's refusal squeezed painfully at his chest.
The dark head nodded, lashes lowering briefly, shielding the yearning within. "Yes."
Zechs' arms trembled then tightened. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he demanded roughly, not sure who was in more danger of falling at the moment - he, or Heero.
Heero complied, legs sliding easily upwards and locking securely around Zechs' waist. Shuddering as his straining erection became trapped against Zechs' own hardness. He felt weightless, off balance, thrust into a world of heat and sensation. And his only anchor in the storm was the golden Adonis carrying him swiftly to the bedroom.
Lights were quickly flicked on and then suddenly he was pressed against cool sheets, Zechs' gaze trapping him with its intensity. There was an emotion in those azure eyes that Heero couldn't name. -- Something deep and hot that singed the air between them. He felt an answering surge within, shocking, frightening and exhilarating all at once. --Desire - and something infinitely deeper. It stole his breath, turned his limbs to honey as his eyes locked with molten turquoise.
Zechs' breathing was harsh - heavy - his lip dotted with sweat as though he had just run a marathon. The lines of his face were sharpened by desire: the masculine bone structure and sensuous features brought into strong relief as he slowly approached the bed. Light glittered off the long swath of his hair - the fine golden hairs on his arm. He blazed against the black silk of his garments - all masculine grace and fire. Gold and black like a tiger, Heero thought dazedly. Sleek and powerful… and * hungry *.
Another tremor raced through him.
Zechs' hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, smoothing black silk off golden shoulders. It pooled at his feet in a fluid movement and a whisper of sound that resembled a gasp. Heero could only watch as lean fingers unfastened Zechs' dark trousers, clothing sliding away until the older man was naked. He licked suddenly parched lips, gaze trailing over the broad, heavy chest, the arms roped with muscle-- Lean hips and long legs - and there, at the juncture of those powerful thighs - the unmistakable proof of passion. His eyes met the older man's again, and he found them boldly returning his gaze. Heated, knowing…
Desire raced through the slender brunette, and helplessly he closed his eyes, unaware of the soft moan that betrayed his need. Unexpectedly, the bed dipped and then there was a burning hand at his thigh, gently massaging.
"Heero."
The single word was enough. Heero's eyes fluttered open. He found Zechs leaning over him, the thick curtain of his blonde hair sliding forward as one knee pressed into the mattress.
"Come." Zechs extended a hand and tugged the younger man to his feet. They stood at the foot of the bed; Heero staring up at his tall lover with passion dilated eyes. Zechs groaned, cupping the brunette's face in his hands and slowly bending to capture his lips. He brushed the petal softness, once, twice, teasing the seam with the tip of his tongue, before easing inside - mimicking the slick, sensuous rhythms of lovemaking. And Heero answered him, trembling sweetly in his arms; small palms coming up to tentatively roam his skin. Fiercely, the blonde deepened the kiss, aching for more of that delicious taste that was uniquely Heero.
But it was not enough. Never enough…
He pulled away, leaving Heero flushed and unbalanced - blindly seeking the mouth that had left his. Zechs moaned, holding the dark beauty closer even as his blood pounded in his veins, mocking any notion of control.
Slowly, the older man's fingers moved to Heero's shirt, stilling at the tender hollow of his throat.
"No more hiding," Zechs repeated huskily. He stared deeply into cobalt eyes, waiting - even now offering the avenue of retreat to his intense young lover. When Heero wordlessly nodded, the passionate blonde groaned, tawny lashes lowering as a fierce possessiveness assailed him. There was no turning back now. Heero was * his*. Nothing would ever change that.
His hands worked buttons, zips and fastenings, quickly divesting Heero of shirt, shoes and trousers. And when his dark Love stood naked before him, Zechs could only pull him closer - desperate for the feel of skin against skin. And to feel those hands moving on his body, brushing against his nipples, tentatively caressing- testing the resilience of bone and muscle… It was almost more than he could bear. The brunette's eyes were closed, his lips parted softly in passion as he continued his sensual exploration. Slowly Heero's hands slid downwards. They stilled at Zechs' hips, resting hesitantly for a moment before whispering behind to grab the firm cheeks of the blonde's buttocks.
Zechs gasped at the unexpected movement. He gripped at slender shoulders for balance, straining on tiptoe when Heero lifted and kneaded him. Shuddering as uncertain fingers ghosted the shadowed cleft between his cheeks. He moaned, head falling backwards. Gods, where had Heero learned this? Zechs wondered dizzily. His lips came down hard on his bottom lip at the feel of small hands lovingly cupping his testicles.
Heero had opened his eyes, a tender lip caught between his teeth and a small frown of concentration wrinkling his brow as he caressed the sensitive spheres. Curious fingers petted and massaged, deliberately and - torturingly - gentle. Blue eyes worriedly searched Zechs' face, anxious not to cause pain.
"Nnnn!" Zechs groaned, buttocks clenching, the muscles in his arms bulging as he rocked on the balls of his feet. He panted, struggling for the control that had abruptly deserted him. If Heero could do this to him now…Gods… He could only imagine what experience would reduce him to.
Hearing the tortured moan and seeing Zech's slack features, Heero mistook pleasure for pain. His hands immediately stilled and slid quickly away. He flushed, embarrassed and angry with himself for his ineptitude. He had hurt his lover. Unforgivable - especially when he remembered Zechs' restraint even in passion. The blonde was never rough in his caresses - always eager to bring him to brink him to the brink of ecstasy.
Heero stepped abruptly backwards, the intoxicating feel of Zechs still on his skin. His fingers clenched as he forced himself not to reach for the blonde again.
"Sorry," he blurted out, turning quickly away to find his fallen clothes. His jaw tightened. " I didn't mean to hurt you." He bent, searching for the missing side of his sock - self-recriminations echoing in his ears.
Zechs stumbled, thrown off balance by the abrupt loss of sensation. One moment he was trembling, hovering on the brink of release- the next Heero was pulling away and mumbling incoherent apologies. It was like being doused with a bucket of cold water and it was some moments before he finally made sense of Heero's ramblings. And what appeared to be the younger man's desperate search for his clothes. Clearly the brunette was preparing to leave. If the elegant blonde weren't so painfully aroused, he would have groaned. Here, he had been enjoying the most intense pleasure he had ever felt - from Heero's simple caresses alone - and his lover was trying to run away over some ridiculous notions of hurting him.
Instead he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. When would Heero start to believe that he not only wanted his touch, but *needed * it - craved it like he did air?
Zechs sighed. He guessed he would just have to prove it to him - again.
Naked, and rummaging about the floor, Heero felt like a fool: both for the absurdity of the situation and for the weakness that had caused it. What rankled him even further was the knowledge that he had been more than ready for sex with Milliardo. Had even started to believe that this * thing * between them wasn't such a bad thing after all. His jaw clenched. Zechs was right: the time for hiding was over. It was pointless to continue running from his own inadequate nature. He had lost sight of his goals and he realized now that it was not Zechs' fault as he had convinced himself - but his own.
Finding the missing sock filled him with no sense of victory. He was not such a fool now to continue denying the truth: He had become attached to the elegant blonde, and leaving would be …painful. But it had to be done.
Filled with bitter resolution, the brunette slowly backed away on hands and knees, preparing to stand and make his final exit… and bumped right into a very large, very warm - and very naked body.
"I thought we had gone over this before."
Zechs' voice was right at his ear -quiet and deep. There was no mistaking the predatory intensity beneath it. His earlier image of the tiger immediately rose in Heero's mind and involuntarily the brunette shivered, suddenly acutely aware of his position…
Of Zechs' large body crouched above his-- Zechs' muscled arms caging him on either side, the fine golden hairs tickling the tender skin of his forearms… Of the hot puffs of breath washing over his ear - and the hardness pressing against the cleft of his backside…
"Zechs I am leaving," Heero bravely stated, voice wavering slightly. He waited, trying to still the sudden pounding of his heart.
Zechs moved forward, knee sliding between the slender legs before him, parting them even wider. Heero gasped and lurched forward, suddenly desperate to escape, but Zechs' strong hands simply grasped his hips and pulled him firmly backwards. "No, you're not," he stated calmly, bending lower over the smaller man, suckling the soft lobe of Heero's ear.
The brunette jerked in Zechs' grasp, shivering at the sensation. Stifling the sound of need that clawed at his throat. Heero twisted against the older man's hold; almost frantic now to escape the pleasure he had no defenses against. He had to put an end to this.
He twisted again.
Zechs merely rode it out, waiting for the frantic movements to subside. When Heero stopped, he leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on the silky vee of hair at the nape of the younger man's neck.
"When are you going to see that I want you?" Zechs' asked sultrily. 'I * want * you Heero," he repeated. "Your touch doesn't repulse me, or hurt me… or any other ridiculous, negative thing you may be dreaming up." Another kiss. "Do you understand?"
"Zechs I don't think--"
"Now," Zechs smoothly interrupted, ignoring the abortive attempt. "You promised me that you would not run away." A callused finger slowly circled Heero's left nipple, causing a shudder to weaken the arms clutching desperately at the carpet.
"What do you suppose would be a fitting punishment for breaking that promise hmm?" Zechs purred, rubbing the tiny nubbin in hot circles. The tender bud swelled and pouted, stiffening beneath his knowing fingers.
Heero panted, head bowing lower, hands clenching blindly at the carpet as pure sensation shot straight from that tortured nipple to his loins. Mercilessly Zechs teased him, pinching then soothing the rose brown pebble. He moved to its partner, slowly tracing the dusky areola before lavishing it with the same maddening attentions. Heero gasped and trembled beneath him - soft mewls that were both plea and pleasure bubbling from his lips.
"Nnn-Mill--!"
"Should I stop?" Hot breath at his ear, hands roaming his skin. -- Another of that tweak of that quivering bud. Heero nodded blindly, burying his face into his forearm.
Large hands caressed Heero's torso, tracing the ridges of taut muscle. Zechs dipped lower, rubbing erotically at the brunette's tummy before seeking soft dark curls. Deliberately, he paused, fingers stilling in the dark nest.
"Ah, but I've just begun," he murmured hotly, lips closing on sensitive curve where Heero's neck met his shoulder.
Heero writhed at those words, twisting again in Zechs' grasp. Trying to stop the inevitable. He steeled himself, hoping to gain some control over the situation.
"Zechs, let me up," he demanded. He concentrated on keeping his voice firm. What came out instead was a half-breathless plea.
He could feel the movement of Zechs' lips as the blonde smiled ferally against his skin.
"Oh, but I think you're already * up* Sweetheart," Zechs purred teasingly. He took Heero I hand, slowly stroking the heated column. He lingered at the sensitive tip, spreading the copious slickness, savoring the husky cry that burst from Heero's lips.
"Like that?" he whispered, repeating the erotic motion.
Heero moaned long and low, hips surging forward. His arms trembled with the effort to stay upright.
Zechs' strong hands settled on his hips, staying him. "Easy, baby," he murmured soothingly. Gently, he caressed the smooth skin of Heero's hips. "I'm not done with you yet."
The older man stroked the layers of muscle on either side of Heero's spine. His lips followed the enticing curve, tongue dipping into the deep groove between muscle and bone - following it all the way to the sweet dimple above the brunette's firm buttocks and down to the shadowed cleft below.
Heero gasped, eyes widening in shock even as he shuddered. "No--" he groaned helplessly.
Zechs stroked the perfect crease, sliding downwards to tease the sensitive area between Heero's balls and his anus, and then back up again. He stopped, pretending to consider the brunette's strangled demand.
"No?" he asked wordlessly.
A firm hand on the small of Heero's back gently pressed him forward, even as the other spread the brunette's trembling legs wider, baring the rosy pucker between the soft globes. A single finger teased the delicate opening, circling the tiny ring of flesh. Heero whimpered; eyes squeezing tightly shut in embarrassment. Avidly, Zechs watched the involuntary clenching of the muscle as he circled it again.
"I think, yes," he rumbled hungrily.
He cupped the firm globes, kneading them gently before parting them even further and replacing the caress of fingers with his tongue.
Heero sobbed and jerked forward. Red face pressed blindly into his arm at the slick thrust and retreat of Zechs' tongue even as he helplessly raised his hips, allowing the large blonde greater access. Unexpected pleasure burned through his senses. Hot and strange and beyond anything he could have ever imagined. Whimpers and moans echoed around him, and dimly he realized them as his own. When Zechs' hand slid below to tenderly rub his testicles, he came suddenly and forcefully, slumping to the floor with a hoarse cry.
Distantly, Heero was aware of Zechs brushing back his hair and murmuring soft, soothing words as his world shifted and he was cradled in strong arms and carried over to the bed. Cool linens pressed against him as he was once again lowered to the mattress - bereft of the older man's addictive warmth as Zechs left him to retrieve something from a nearby drawer. Heero tried to look up - to follow the blonde's movements - but his limbs had turned to honey. He could feel the sweat cooling on his body and the hypersensitivity of his skin as the memory of recent pleasure trembled through him. The brunette closed his eyes, hands coming to flutter limply against his stomach. Immediately he pulled away, mouth twisting in a distasteful moue as he encountered stickiness. His own semen, he realized with a flush.
Wobblingly, he sat up, eying the nearby bathroom. He considered his chances of getting there on rubbery knees-- He tested a single foot-At the moment they appeared slim.
"Here, let me do that," Zechs offered, voice husky and soft as he settled Heero back against the pillows. A wet rag rubbed over the brunette's skin- warm and raspy like a tongue. Zechs' hands were gentle but firm, moving in soft, caressing motions. Unknowingly, Heero lost himself to the touch, arching a little to meet Zechs' fingers.
The involuntary movements sent fire straight to Zechs' groin. He discarded the washcloth, groaning into the quivering flesh of the Heero's tummy. He kissed it lovingly, suckling on the damp skin around the younger man's belly button, and then dipping into the tiny hollow. Heero sighed and moved languidly against him, fingers tangling in the golden strands of Zechs' hair as he parted his thighs, welcoming his lover between them.
Zechs moaned at the wantonness of the movement - the sweetness of it - and he trailed a burning path upwards. Suckling on tender flesh, leaving a wake of love-bites on the smooth golden skin. He kissed tiny nipples, wringing a few desperate gasps and whimpers from the beauty beneath him, before showering attention on the sensitive dip of Heero's collarbones and the smooth column of his neck. The large blonde moved upwards, framing a flushed face between his palms and kissing Heero with a passion that echoed the tumult of feeling beating at his breast.
And Heero answered back: breath for breath -passion for passion.
Zechs' pulled away and looked deeply into Heero's eyes. "Are you ready?" he asked quietly.
Heero nodded, tightening his legs around Zechs' waist in the same movement. "Yes," he said firmly, meeting the older man's eyes with his own fierce intensity. The time for running was over. It was useless to deny what was between them anymore. -Useless to deny his own feelings. He wanted this man as he had never wanted any other. The beginnings of something powerful stirred within him and he trembled, burying his face into the crook of the blonde's neck. Savoring the taste of salt and the intoxicating - primal - scent that was Zechs.
Zechs' arm tightened around him. The larger man bent, smiling tenderly at him. The pale curtain of his hair slid forward, shielding them and Heero ached for the beauty of this man. -For the gentleness that was like a haven in a storm. A slick finger teased at his entrance and he tensed. But Zechs soothed him, kissed him - murmured soft words of reassurance - coaxing him to relax. The slow probing returned and retreated, loosening the tough seal of muscle, creating a faint questing within that turned into a sharp bloom of pleasure.
Heero moaned and arched, clutching desperately at Zechs' shoulders.
"Mil-What--" He cried out sharply as Zechs touched something deep within him that sent fire dancing along his nerves. Color burst behind his eyelids and he shuddered, gasping at the strange, shocking, thing that had become his body.
"That's it," Zechs murmured roughly, coaxing the slim, trembling thighs further open as he inserted another long finger. Smoothly stroking before returning to that tiny cluster of nerves inside tight heat. Heero whimpered and bucked beneath him, fingers digging almost painfully into his shoulders as pleasure assaulted him. His resurgent arousal bobbed between their bellies, dribbling telltale slickness onto Zechs' abdomen.
Zechs paused, panting heavily as he withdrew his fingers from Heero's delicious heat. Trembling at the protesting moan that tumbled from Heero's lips. He could wait no longer.
He positioned himself between Heero's legs, rubbing against that tiny entrance then pushing slowly inwards. Tight heat surrounded him. Smooth, snug - perfect - caressing his length like a glove. A guttural sound escaped him as he began to smoothly stroke, whispering frantic, incoherent, words of passion against Heero's lips.
His dark beauty twisted up to meet him, a long moan of satisfaction bubbling from his throat as Zechs hit that sweet spot within him.
Heero felt filled, vulnerable - and yet protected in Zechs' arms. He raised his hips, thrusting in counterpoint to Zechs' movements, needing to get closer as he spiraled towards ecstasy.
Zechs moaned as his climax abruptly hit, spilling silky pulses into Heero's loving channel and triggering the smaller man's own release. Heero cried out, arms tightening around Zechs, as he pulled him closer like a living blanket.
Long moments passed, their breaths echoing sharply as they slowly drifted back from the intense peak of pleasure. Reluctantly Zechs pulled out of the warm body beneath him and pulled Heero onto his chest. The petite beauty snuggled eagerly against him, dark head resting dazedly against his shoulder. Tired and sated, Zechs pulled the covers over them, wrapping his arms tightly around his small lover. There was so much he wanted to express in that moment, but his throat constricted, choking him with ineffable emotion. Heero's body was boneless against him, his breathing already slowing to the regular rhythms of sleep.
Smiling, Zechs caressed the slender back. He kissed a cool cheek softly, lips whispering over the dark crescents of Heero's lashes. The younger man stirred but did not awaken, mumbling softly in his sleep.
The tall blonde reached over to turn off the lamp and settled his precious burden more comfortably against his chest.
"I love you," he murmured - then surrendered to the darkness.
~~~~
The phone was ringing.
Groggily, Zechs reached for the receiver, resettling a sleepy Heero against his side. "Hello?" he barked, peering at the clock that blinked a quarter after four. He was definitely not pleased.
"Hello?" a frantic female voice demanded shrilly from the other end. "I need to speak with Heero Yuy immediately!"
Suddenly awake, the large blonde sat up, flicking on the lamps. He moved to awaken Heero, but he found the youth already awake, face tight and blue eyes unreadable as he silently extended his hand. Zechs lay the heavy plastic in his palm, watching as the silent youth brought the phone to his ear.
His eyes locked with Zechs'.
"Hello?"
"Hello-Heero? This is Relena. You must come now! Something terrible has happened. J is in the hospital."
I had intended for this to be out sooner, but between being sick and discovering FF.net's new policy banning all NC-17 fics this hasn't been my best week T_T. I'm so, so sorry. This is going to be my last update of Beautiful Dawn here, but all my fics will be at my website ( http://www.angelfire.com/gundam/asanctuary) as usual, and I'll also be moving them to mediaminer.org and possibly fandomination.net.
If there's anyone who wants me to send the chapters directly to their inbox, just email me and I'll be happy to do so.
That being said, Please 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: 6x1 LEMON
Feedback: craved ^_^
Beautiful Dawn 23/?
by: Michalyn
"-And the look on Quatre's face when Trowa gave him those plane tickets was too adorable for words," Zechs remarked from the kitchen, recalling what had been the highlight of the evening.
Heero grunted absently as he leafed through one of the many magazines on Zechs' coffee table. The blonde's next sentence was muffled amidst the clatter of dishes and silverware, and idly Heero wondered what possible new torture the older man was going to attempt to put him through now.
The brunette huffed softly to himself. He still hadn't forgiven Zechs for that scene on the dance floor. He should have never allowed the smooth-talking blonde to coerce him into that dance, Heero thought darkly - conveniently forgetting that he had been the one to initiate the kiss. He remembered the amused expressions on his friends' faces and his brow darkened even further.
"--Well?" Zechs rumbled, emerging from the kitchen with a tray deftly balanced in his hands. His silver-blonde hair was once again loose; his silk shirt untucked and mostly unbuttoned as he padded barefoot over to Heero and placed the tray down on the table. He eyed the younger man speculatively as he waited for his response.
"Hn?" Heero inquired. He looked over at the bowl of plump, fragrant, strawberries, the decadent chocolate sauce and the bottle of what he thought to be champagne - then back up at Zechs as a small knot of dread began to form in his stomach. This was not looking good.
'I said, I hope you like strawberries," Zechs answered. And from the way the slender youth was eyeing the dessert as though it would attack at any moment, he was guessing not. He settled next to Heero on the couch and reached for one of the strawberries, dipping it generously in chocolate.
Heero grimaced even as he watched - fascinated - as the older man brought the fruit to his mouth, sensuous lips closing over the strawberry. Pearly teeth bit into the pitted flesh - revealing its soft, juicy heart. A stray droplet of chocolate hovered on Zechs' lush bottom lip and the tip of a pink tongue stole out, capturing the errant sweetness. Feeling suddenly and unaccountably warm, Heero looked away, burying his nose deeper into his magazine.
"Hmm?" Zechs offered, dipping another strawberry and extending the rosy fruit to Heero.
Barely peering up from his page, the dark beauty shook his head curtly.
"Why not?" Zechs immediately asked. "Don't like?"
Knowing that the blonde would persist until he got an answer, Heero reluctantly put down the magazine and turned to face the other man. "No," he responded quietly, hoping that it would mean the end of the conversation. He watched as a dribble of chocolate slid slowly down Zechs' finger, and he indicated the lean digit with a sharp nod. "Too messy," the brunette explained fastidiously.
Zechs laughed, both surprised and pleased by the petite beauty's prickly response. It was so typically * Heero * that he couldn't help but smile as he turned to the stoic youth. He quickly finished off the strawberry, licking the chocolate off his fingers then regarding Heero with an amused twinkle in his baby blue eyes.
"Experience has taught me that only two things in life are best when messiest," Zechs rhymed mischievously. "Chocolate--" He took a glowering Heero's hand and lowered an index finger into the dark, silky liquid. Slowly he drew the digit between his lips - holding Heero's eyes as he suckled teasingly - tongue dipping around the slender finger, licking him clean.
Heero's eyes widened, breath hitching as he tried to tug his palm away from Zechs' grasp and the warm, wet seal of those talented lips. The blonde released him in a slow, deliberate movement that sent pleasure echoing along his nerves.
Zechs grinned. "-And sex," he finished huskily.
He leaned forward, gently pressing a flushed and startled Heero against the arm of the couch. Immediately, the smaller man made to scoot away, attempting to hide his skittishness behind a fierce, deadly glare.
But there was nowhere to run to. Heat and black silk caressed him as Zechs moved even closer, stopping only when their faces were mere breaths apart. He reached out; seeking the small bowl on the table; thumb dipping unerringly into the dark liquid. It returned to slowly, sensuously smear the glistening sweetness over Heero's bottom lip.
Zechs' nibbled at the pouting flesh, then drew it slowly into his mouth, groaning when Heero's eyes closed, his fists clenching helplessly in the dark silk of the older man's shirt. A small sound of reluctant need escaped him.
Gods, Heero was responsive. Why did he always fight so strenuously against this when his body spoke so much more eloquently of his true, oh so sensual nature? Zechs wondered. Even now he was resisting, stoically attempting to stifle the tiny sounds of his desire as Zechs deepened the kiss and gathered him fully into his arms. But slowly, Heero responded, matching the intimate movements of Zechs' mouth with his own. Deepening the exquisite tasting.
Passion, hot and aching flared between them and Zechs wanted nothing so much as to undress Heero and to devour every delectable inch of flesh revealed. - Especially that hot enticing length of flesh between Heero's thighs, already thrusting so insistently against his hip. Zechs knew the precise shape of him, the soft weight of velvet over steel - the unique, exquisite scent of his passion - his sharp, addictive flavor-Everything about Heero's desire entranced him - enflamed him beyond his ability to express it. His hunger for the brunette was beyond measure, beyond reason.
His hands slid below, canting Heero's hips forward and pressing him back against the arm of the chair. One hand hooked behind a cloth-covered knee, raising a slender leg until Heero was spread: one leg pressed hotly against Zechs' hip, the other dangling off the couch as slender fingers cupped him intimately, outlining the swiftly-growing bulge at his crotch.
Breath whistled past Heero's teeth as they came down hard on his bottom lip, stifling the moan that threatened to burst forth as pleasure rocked through him. He twisted, gasping as Zechs' teasing fingers rubbed deliberately over the most sensitive part of him, teasing the confined tip of his arousal, with soft, knowing strokes. His pants were almost unbearably tight and helplessly he rocked upwards, seeking relief from the restricting pressure. His movement only succeeded in pressing him more securely into Zechs' palm.
He groaned, head falling back desperately against the bar of the chair as sparks exploded behind his eyes…
"Zechs-stop--" he rasped breathlessly. Dimly, through his haze of pleasure, Heero felt Zechs' hand still and the blonde move forward to kiss him softly.
'I'm sorry Love," Zechs murmured, his own voice rough with passion and suppressed need. " I didn't mean to move so quickly. Are you alright?"
Heero looked up, trying to form a coherent response to Zechs' question, but it was impossible with the man's hand still cupping him.
"Yes," he finally gritted out. Heat began to swiftly climb his cheeks. "Let me go," he demanded.
Zechs, who was engaged in his own struggle for self- control, frowned confusedly at Heero's request. "What?" he asked blankly.
He was even more confused to find a fiery blush blazing across Heero's cheekbones.
Dark lashes lowered as Heero gestured helplessly. "Your hand…" Heero trailed off, cursing himself yet again for the lack of control that always resulted in these situations.
Finally, Zechs understood, realizing just where his palm was still intimately insinuated. He didn't think it possible for Heero's cheeks to get any hotter at the moment, and from the brunette's still-lowered lashes, it was clear that the reticent beauty was quite embarrassed. Flooded by a wave of sympathy, Zechs slowly drew his hand away.
Yet, despite his best intentions, the blonde found it impossible to resist turning the motion into a caress. Savoring the heat of Heero's desire as the younger man made a choked sound - his hips jerking slightly as he fought the urge to thrust into Zechs' touch.
Slowly, Heero opened his eyes. And as he became aware of his position on the couch, he almost wished that Zechs had not granted his request and withdrawn his shielding palm.
His legs were spread - wantonly so - his hips thrusting forward at an angle that made the hard ridge of his arousal, more than obvious. And the avid, hungry way Zechs was staring at him, hardly improved matters.
"Let me up," Heero growled impatiently, pushing firmly at the blonde's broad shoulders.
Zechs relented. He pulled away, allowing Heero to sit up and right his clothes. The older man brushed back dark, unruly bangs, valiantly trying to ignore Heero's flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips.
"Sweetheart?"
Heero grunted.
"Do you want to leave?"
Heero frowned. "No…" he answered quietly. "I cannot. I promised Relena the day off tomorrow." The last part uttered almost too softly to be heard.
It was Zechs' turn to frown as he tried to make sense of the younger man's words. "I'm afraid I don't understand, Love," he said slowly. "-Not that I have any desire to see you go," he added. The blonde shook his head slowly. " But I fear I've made you uncomfortable with my rash actions - and that is the last thing I wish to do."
"What does your promising the nurse the day off have to do with you being unable to return home?" Zechs asked curiously.
Heero remained quiet, jaw clenching rhythmically as his dark brows lowered even further.
Concerned, the older man placed a large palm on Heero's shoulder, forcing him to meet his eyes. " Baby, what is it?"
"It's nothing," the younger man finally responded. Another spasm ran through Heero's clenched jaw. "Because you requested my company for the whole evening," he explained, "I wrongly assumed that that included tonight as well… So I promised Relena the day off in exchange for my being absent until tomorrow."
"But, I am sure that returning home will not be a problem," he added swiftly. The slender brunette bent, and briskly began to put his socks back on.
A knowing smile teased the edges of Zechs' mouth as he listened to Heero's carefully worded explanation. He watched as the younger man moved to rise from the couch. Did Heero really expect him to allow him to leave after the reticent youth had just admitted, in so many words to wanting to spend the night in his bed?
A golden arm reached out, and snaked around Heero's waist, pulling him onto Zechs' lap.
"Going somewhere Love?" the elegant blonde purred silkily and an annoyed growl rumbled past Heero's throat. What was it with this habit of Zechs' of plunking him into his lap like he was some helpless child, the brunette wondered? It was becoming irritating to say the least.
"Milliardo, I have no time for this," Heero intoned warningly.
Zechs' arms tightened around the firm abdomen. "Indeed?" he mused archly. "What could you * possibly * have to so urgently attend to at this late hour hmm?" Zechs inquired knowingly. "Especially with that "enthusiastic" young nurse tending to J?"
Heero began to answer him, but Zechs smoothly interrupted. "Mr. Yuy," he teased playfully. "I do believe you just admitted to wanting to spend a night of wanton abandonment in my bed. Do you *truly * expect to convince me to release you now?" he asked sensually.
" Being the kind soul that I am-" the aristocratic blonde continued blithely, ignoring Heero's hiss of annoyance. " I am perfectly willing to oblige a young man in * need*--" His hands slid below once more to lovingly cup the cloth-covered bulge between Heero's thighs. "But only on one condition," he whispered, hot breath teasing the delicate whorls of Heero's ear.
"No more hiding. I want…everything with you," Zechs breathed. "I want to please you Sweetheart, but you have to trust me." He suckled gently on the delicate skin just beneath Heero's ear, causing a tremor to race through the lean form in his arms. "If you want me, you have to tell me. I want no regrets in the morning," the older man said fiercely. I've waited too long to hold you in my arms."
That warm palm began to slowly massage, setting Heero's nerves on fire. He shuddered, breath wheezing out between clenched teeth as sensation shot through him. Helplessly, he arched, rocking upwards to meet those knowing fingers. At the feel of Zechs' hands whispering downwards, sliding his belt out of its loops and then unfastening the button at his waist, he groaned; part anticipation, part frustration.
"Zechs--"
The movements of the older man's hands stilled, eliciting a frustrated whimper from the dark beauty in his lap. Heero's head was turned to the side, pressed blindly into Zechs' broad shoulder, his breath panting out from between, soft parted lips.
The large blonde brushed dark strands away from Heero's forehead, placing a kiss on a sweaty temple.
"Tell me what you need, Love," he whispered huskily. "And I will give it to you."
A frustrated gasp, then a moment of hesitation…
"You." Soft, whispered.
Zechs' pulse leapt at the husky admission. Fire, and sweet emotion filled his veins at the knowledge that Heero was finally - and * willingly * surrendering to him. -- That the brunette was surrendering to his own sensual nature. Love and passion swelled in him. He ached - heart and body filled with sweeping, indescribable feeling for the petite beauty in his arms.
"Heero…Love…" He groaned, turning Heero's face towards him and capturing those sweet, sweet lips. They opened willingly, eagerly admitting him. Heero's tongue sparred hungrily with his own, desire laid bare with a single passionate admission.
Zechs stood, turning and lifting Heero in the same motion. This time he got no protests, just slender arms eagerly circling his neck as he held their bodies close. Heat pressed against heat - heart against heart. He looked deeply into Heero's passion dark eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly. He had to know for certain, even if the thought of Heero's refusal squeezed painfully at his chest.
The dark head nodded, lashes lowering briefly, shielding the yearning within. "Yes."
Zechs' arms trembled then tightened. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he demanded roughly, not sure who was in more danger of falling at the moment - he, or Heero.
Heero complied, legs sliding easily upwards and locking securely around Zechs' waist. Shuddering as his straining erection became trapped against Zechs' own hardness. He felt weightless, off balance, thrust into a world of heat and sensation. And his only anchor in the storm was the golden Adonis carrying him swiftly to the bedroom.
Lights were quickly flicked on and then suddenly he was pressed against cool sheets, Zechs' gaze trapping him with its intensity. There was an emotion in those azure eyes that Heero couldn't name. -- Something deep and hot that singed the air between them. He felt an answering surge within, shocking, frightening and exhilarating all at once. --Desire - and something infinitely deeper. It stole his breath, turned his limbs to honey as his eyes locked with molten turquoise.
Zechs' breathing was harsh - heavy - his lip dotted with sweat as though he had just run a marathon. The lines of his face were sharpened by desire: the masculine bone structure and sensuous features brought into strong relief as he slowly approached the bed. Light glittered off the long swath of his hair - the fine golden hairs on his arm. He blazed against the black silk of his garments - all masculine grace and fire. Gold and black like a tiger, Heero thought dazedly. Sleek and powerful… and * hungry *.
Another tremor raced through him.
Zechs' hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, smoothing black silk off golden shoulders. It pooled at his feet in a fluid movement and a whisper of sound that resembled a gasp. Heero could only watch as lean fingers unfastened Zechs' dark trousers, clothing sliding away until the older man was naked. He licked suddenly parched lips, gaze trailing over the broad, heavy chest, the arms roped with muscle-- Lean hips and long legs - and there, at the juncture of those powerful thighs - the unmistakable proof of passion. His eyes met the older man's again, and he found them boldly returning his gaze. Heated, knowing…
Desire raced through the slender brunette, and helplessly he closed his eyes, unaware of the soft moan that betrayed his need. Unexpectedly, the bed dipped and then there was a burning hand at his thigh, gently massaging.
"Heero."
The single word was enough. Heero's eyes fluttered open. He found Zechs leaning over him, the thick curtain of his blonde hair sliding forward as one knee pressed into the mattress.
"Come." Zechs extended a hand and tugged the younger man to his feet. They stood at the foot of the bed; Heero staring up at his tall lover with passion dilated eyes. Zechs groaned, cupping the brunette's face in his hands and slowly bending to capture his lips. He brushed the petal softness, once, twice, teasing the seam with the tip of his tongue, before easing inside - mimicking the slick, sensuous rhythms of lovemaking. And Heero answered him, trembling sweetly in his arms; small palms coming up to tentatively roam his skin. Fiercely, the blonde deepened the kiss, aching for more of that delicious taste that was uniquely Heero.
But it was not enough. Never enough…
He pulled away, leaving Heero flushed and unbalanced - blindly seeking the mouth that had left his. Zechs moaned, holding the dark beauty closer even as his blood pounded in his veins, mocking any notion of control.
Slowly, the older man's fingers moved to Heero's shirt, stilling at the tender hollow of his throat.
"No more hiding," Zechs repeated huskily. He stared deeply into cobalt eyes, waiting - even now offering the avenue of retreat to his intense young lover. When Heero wordlessly nodded, the passionate blonde groaned, tawny lashes lowering as a fierce possessiveness assailed him. There was no turning back now. Heero was * his*. Nothing would ever change that.
His hands worked buttons, zips and fastenings, quickly divesting Heero of shirt, shoes and trousers. And when his dark Love stood naked before him, Zechs could only pull him closer - desperate for the feel of skin against skin. And to feel those hands moving on his body, brushing against his nipples, tentatively caressing- testing the resilience of bone and muscle… It was almost more than he could bear. The brunette's eyes were closed, his lips parted softly in passion as he continued his sensual exploration. Slowly Heero's hands slid downwards. They stilled at Zechs' hips, resting hesitantly for a moment before whispering behind to grab the firm cheeks of the blonde's buttocks.
Zechs gasped at the unexpected movement. He gripped at slender shoulders for balance, straining on tiptoe when Heero lifted and kneaded him. Shuddering as uncertain fingers ghosted the shadowed cleft between his cheeks. He moaned, head falling backwards. Gods, where had Heero learned this? Zechs wondered dizzily. His lips came down hard on his bottom lip at the feel of small hands lovingly cupping his testicles.
Heero had opened his eyes, a tender lip caught between his teeth and a small frown of concentration wrinkling his brow as he caressed the sensitive spheres. Curious fingers petted and massaged, deliberately and - torturingly - gentle. Blue eyes worriedly searched Zechs' face, anxious not to cause pain.
"Nnnn!" Zechs groaned, buttocks clenching, the muscles in his arms bulging as he rocked on the balls of his feet. He panted, struggling for the control that had abruptly deserted him. If Heero could do this to him now…Gods… He could only imagine what experience would reduce him to.
Hearing the tortured moan and seeing Zech's slack features, Heero mistook pleasure for pain. His hands immediately stilled and slid quickly away. He flushed, embarrassed and angry with himself for his ineptitude. He had hurt his lover. Unforgivable - especially when he remembered Zechs' restraint even in passion. The blonde was never rough in his caresses - always eager to bring him to brink him to the brink of ecstasy.
Heero stepped abruptly backwards, the intoxicating feel of Zechs still on his skin. His fingers clenched as he forced himself not to reach for the blonde again.
"Sorry," he blurted out, turning quickly away to find his fallen clothes. His jaw tightened. " I didn't mean to hurt you." He bent, searching for the missing side of his sock - self-recriminations echoing in his ears.
Zechs stumbled, thrown off balance by the abrupt loss of sensation. One moment he was trembling, hovering on the brink of release- the next Heero was pulling away and mumbling incoherent apologies. It was like being doused with a bucket of cold water and it was some moments before he finally made sense of Heero's ramblings. And what appeared to be the younger man's desperate search for his clothes. Clearly the brunette was preparing to leave. If the elegant blonde weren't so painfully aroused, he would have groaned. Here, he had been enjoying the most intense pleasure he had ever felt - from Heero's simple caresses alone - and his lover was trying to run away over some ridiculous notions of hurting him.
Instead he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. When would Heero start to believe that he not only wanted his touch, but *needed * it - craved it like he did air?
Zechs sighed. He guessed he would just have to prove it to him - again.
Naked, and rummaging about the floor, Heero felt like a fool: both for the absurdity of the situation and for the weakness that had caused it. What rankled him even further was the knowledge that he had been more than ready for sex with Milliardo. Had even started to believe that this * thing * between them wasn't such a bad thing after all. His jaw clenched. Zechs was right: the time for hiding was over. It was pointless to continue running from his own inadequate nature. He had lost sight of his goals and he realized now that it was not Zechs' fault as he had convinced himself - but his own.
Finding the missing sock filled him with no sense of victory. He was not such a fool now to continue denying the truth: He had become attached to the elegant blonde, and leaving would be …painful. But it had to be done.
Filled with bitter resolution, the brunette slowly backed away on hands and knees, preparing to stand and make his final exit… and bumped right into a very large, very warm - and very naked body.
"I thought we had gone over this before."
Zechs' voice was right at his ear -quiet and deep. There was no mistaking the predatory intensity beneath it. His earlier image of the tiger immediately rose in Heero's mind and involuntarily the brunette shivered, suddenly acutely aware of his position…
Of Zechs' large body crouched above his-- Zechs' muscled arms caging him on either side, the fine golden hairs tickling the tender skin of his forearms… Of the hot puffs of breath washing over his ear - and the hardness pressing against the cleft of his backside…
"Zechs I am leaving," Heero bravely stated, voice wavering slightly. He waited, trying to still the sudden pounding of his heart.
Zechs moved forward, knee sliding between the slender legs before him, parting them even wider. Heero gasped and lurched forward, suddenly desperate to escape, but Zechs' strong hands simply grasped his hips and pulled him firmly backwards. "No, you're not," he stated calmly, bending lower over the smaller man, suckling the soft lobe of Heero's ear.
The brunette jerked in Zechs' grasp, shivering at the sensation. Stifling the sound of need that clawed at his throat. Heero twisted against the older man's hold; almost frantic now to escape the pleasure he had no defenses against. He had to put an end to this.
He twisted again.
Zechs merely rode it out, waiting for the frantic movements to subside. When Heero stopped, he leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on the silky vee of hair at the nape of the younger man's neck.
"When are you going to see that I want you?" Zechs' asked sultrily. 'I * want * you Heero," he repeated. "Your touch doesn't repulse me, or hurt me… or any other ridiculous, negative thing you may be dreaming up." Another kiss. "Do you understand?"
"Zechs I don't think--"
"Now," Zechs smoothly interrupted, ignoring the abortive attempt. "You promised me that you would not run away." A callused finger slowly circled Heero's left nipple, causing a shudder to weaken the arms clutching desperately at the carpet.
"What do you suppose would be a fitting punishment for breaking that promise hmm?" Zechs purred, rubbing the tiny nubbin in hot circles. The tender bud swelled and pouted, stiffening beneath his knowing fingers.
Heero panted, head bowing lower, hands clenching blindly at the carpet as pure sensation shot straight from that tortured nipple to his loins. Mercilessly Zechs teased him, pinching then soothing the rose brown pebble. He moved to its partner, slowly tracing the dusky areola before lavishing it with the same maddening attentions. Heero gasped and trembled beneath him - soft mewls that were both plea and pleasure bubbling from his lips.
"Nnn-Mill--!"
"Should I stop?" Hot breath at his ear, hands roaming his skin. -- Another of that tweak of that quivering bud. Heero nodded blindly, burying his face into his forearm.
Large hands caressed Heero's torso, tracing the ridges of taut muscle. Zechs dipped lower, rubbing erotically at the brunette's tummy before seeking soft dark curls. Deliberately, he paused, fingers stilling in the dark nest.
"Ah, but I've just begun," he murmured hotly, lips closing on sensitive curve where Heero's neck met his shoulder.
Heero writhed at those words, twisting again in Zechs' grasp. Trying to stop the inevitable. He steeled himself, hoping to gain some control over the situation.
"Zechs, let me up," he demanded. He concentrated on keeping his voice firm. What came out instead was a half-breathless plea.
He could feel the movement of Zechs' lips as the blonde smiled ferally against his skin.
"Oh, but I think you're already * up* Sweetheart," Zechs purred teasingly. He took Heero I hand, slowly stroking the heated column. He lingered at the sensitive tip, spreading the copious slickness, savoring the husky cry that burst from Heero's lips.
"Like that?" he whispered, repeating the erotic motion.
Heero moaned long and low, hips surging forward. His arms trembled with the effort to stay upright.
Zechs' strong hands settled on his hips, staying him. "Easy, baby," he murmured soothingly. Gently, he caressed the smooth skin of Heero's hips. "I'm not done with you yet."
The older man stroked the layers of muscle on either side of Heero's spine. His lips followed the enticing curve, tongue dipping into the deep groove between muscle and bone - following it all the way to the sweet dimple above the brunette's firm buttocks and down to the shadowed cleft below.
Heero gasped, eyes widening in shock even as he shuddered. "No--" he groaned helplessly.
Zechs stroked the perfect crease, sliding downwards to tease the sensitive area between Heero's balls and his anus, and then back up again. He stopped, pretending to consider the brunette's strangled demand.
"No?" he asked wordlessly.
A firm hand on the small of Heero's back gently pressed him forward, even as the other spread the brunette's trembling legs wider, baring the rosy pucker between the soft globes. A single finger teased the delicate opening, circling the tiny ring of flesh. Heero whimpered; eyes squeezing tightly shut in embarrassment. Avidly, Zechs watched the involuntary clenching of the muscle as he circled it again.
"I think, yes," he rumbled hungrily.
He cupped the firm globes, kneading them gently before parting them even further and replacing the caress of fingers with his tongue.
Heero sobbed and jerked forward. Red face pressed blindly into his arm at the slick thrust and retreat of Zechs' tongue even as he helplessly raised his hips, allowing the large blonde greater access. Unexpected pleasure burned through his senses. Hot and strange and beyond anything he could have ever imagined. Whimpers and moans echoed around him, and dimly he realized them as his own. When Zechs' hand slid below to tenderly rub his testicles, he came suddenly and forcefully, slumping to the floor with a hoarse cry.
Distantly, Heero was aware of Zechs brushing back his hair and murmuring soft, soothing words as his world shifted and he was cradled in strong arms and carried over to the bed. Cool linens pressed against him as he was once again lowered to the mattress - bereft of the older man's addictive warmth as Zechs left him to retrieve something from a nearby drawer. Heero tried to look up - to follow the blonde's movements - but his limbs had turned to honey. He could feel the sweat cooling on his body and the hypersensitivity of his skin as the memory of recent pleasure trembled through him. The brunette closed his eyes, hands coming to flutter limply against his stomach. Immediately he pulled away, mouth twisting in a distasteful moue as he encountered stickiness. His own semen, he realized with a flush.
Wobblingly, he sat up, eying the nearby bathroom. He considered his chances of getting there on rubbery knees-- He tested a single foot-At the moment they appeared slim.
"Here, let me do that," Zechs offered, voice husky and soft as he settled Heero back against the pillows. A wet rag rubbed over the brunette's skin- warm and raspy like a tongue. Zechs' hands were gentle but firm, moving in soft, caressing motions. Unknowingly, Heero lost himself to the touch, arching a little to meet Zechs' fingers.
The involuntary movements sent fire straight to Zechs' groin. He discarded the washcloth, groaning into the quivering flesh of the Heero's tummy. He kissed it lovingly, suckling on the damp skin around the younger man's belly button, and then dipping into the tiny hollow. Heero sighed and moved languidly against him, fingers tangling in the golden strands of Zechs' hair as he parted his thighs, welcoming his lover between them.
Zechs moaned at the wantonness of the movement - the sweetness of it - and he trailed a burning path upwards. Suckling on tender flesh, leaving a wake of love-bites on the smooth golden skin. He kissed tiny nipples, wringing a few desperate gasps and whimpers from the beauty beneath him, before showering attention on the sensitive dip of Heero's collarbones and the smooth column of his neck. The large blonde moved upwards, framing a flushed face between his palms and kissing Heero with a passion that echoed the tumult of feeling beating at his breast.
And Heero answered back: breath for breath -passion for passion.
Zechs' pulled away and looked deeply into Heero's eyes. "Are you ready?" he asked quietly.
Heero nodded, tightening his legs around Zechs' waist in the same movement. "Yes," he said firmly, meeting the older man's eyes with his own fierce intensity. The time for running was over. It was useless to deny what was between them anymore. -Useless to deny his own feelings. He wanted this man as he had never wanted any other. The beginnings of something powerful stirred within him and he trembled, burying his face into the crook of the blonde's neck. Savoring the taste of salt and the intoxicating - primal - scent that was Zechs.
Zechs' arm tightened around him. The larger man bent, smiling tenderly at him. The pale curtain of his hair slid forward, shielding them and Heero ached for the beauty of this man. -For the gentleness that was like a haven in a storm. A slick finger teased at his entrance and he tensed. But Zechs soothed him, kissed him - murmured soft words of reassurance - coaxing him to relax. The slow probing returned and retreated, loosening the tough seal of muscle, creating a faint questing within that turned into a sharp bloom of pleasure.
Heero moaned and arched, clutching desperately at Zechs' shoulders.
"Mil-What--" He cried out sharply as Zechs touched something deep within him that sent fire dancing along his nerves. Color burst behind his eyelids and he shuddered, gasping at the strange, shocking, thing that had become his body.
"That's it," Zechs murmured roughly, coaxing the slim, trembling thighs further open as he inserted another long finger. Smoothly stroking before returning to that tiny cluster of nerves inside tight heat. Heero whimpered and bucked beneath him, fingers digging almost painfully into his shoulders as pleasure assaulted him. His resurgent arousal bobbed between their bellies, dribbling telltale slickness onto Zechs' abdomen.
Zechs paused, panting heavily as he withdrew his fingers from Heero's delicious heat. Trembling at the protesting moan that tumbled from Heero's lips. He could wait no longer.
He positioned himself between Heero's legs, rubbing against that tiny entrance then pushing slowly inwards. Tight heat surrounded him. Smooth, snug - perfect - caressing his length like a glove. A guttural sound escaped him as he began to smoothly stroke, whispering frantic, incoherent, words of passion against Heero's lips.
His dark beauty twisted up to meet him, a long moan of satisfaction bubbling from his throat as Zechs hit that sweet spot within him.
Heero felt filled, vulnerable - and yet protected in Zechs' arms. He raised his hips, thrusting in counterpoint to Zechs' movements, needing to get closer as he spiraled towards ecstasy.
Zechs moaned as his climax abruptly hit, spilling silky pulses into Heero's loving channel and triggering the smaller man's own release. Heero cried out, arms tightening around Zechs, as he pulled him closer like a living blanket.
Long moments passed, their breaths echoing sharply as they slowly drifted back from the intense peak of pleasure. Reluctantly Zechs pulled out of the warm body beneath him and pulled Heero onto his chest. The petite beauty snuggled eagerly against him, dark head resting dazedly against his shoulder. Tired and sated, Zechs pulled the covers over them, wrapping his arms tightly around his small lover. There was so much he wanted to express in that moment, but his throat constricted, choking him with ineffable emotion. Heero's body was boneless against him, his breathing already slowing to the regular rhythms of sleep.
Smiling, Zechs caressed the slender back. He kissed a cool cheek softly, lips whispering over the dark crescents of Heero's lashes. The younger man stirred but did not awaken, mumbling softly in his sleep.
The tall blonde reached over to turn off the lamp and settled his precious burden more comfortably against his chest.
"I love you," he murmured - then surrendered to the darkness.
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The phone was ringing.
Groggily, Zechs reached for the receiver, resettling a sleepy Heero against his side. "Hello?" he barked, peering at the clock that blinked a quarter after four. He was definitely not pleased.
"Hello?" a frantic female voice demanded shrilly from the other end. "I need to speak with Heero Yuy immediately!"
Suddenly awake, the large blonde sat up, flicking on the lamps. He moved to awaken Heero, but he found the youth already awake, face tight and blue eyes unreadable as he silently extended his hand. Zechs lay the heavy plastic in his palm, watching as the silent youth brought the phone to his ear.
His eyes locked with Zechs'.
"Hello?"
"Hello-Heero? This is Relena. You must come now! Something terrible has happened. J is in the hospital."