Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Dawn ❯ Chapter 30 ( Chapter 30 )

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

Finally, chapter 30! Things are starting to wrap up now. Only a few more to go! Thanks again to everyone who's still reading and still reviewing. Hope you enjoy this one!

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


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://sweetlysour.net, http://www.gundam-wing-universe.net/
Rating: NC 17


Warnings for this chapter: angst, 6x1 LEMON.


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" Heero," Zechs murmured hoarsely. "You've come."


Breath lodged in Heero's throat. This was-he hadn't thought-he couldn't… Unconsciously the dark beauty shook his head. "Zechs--" his voice was low, strangled.

The tortured supplication was enough to shatter the blonde's fevered passion. Reluctantly he pulled away - noticing for the first time, Heero's haunted expression, the frantic beating of the pulse at the slender throat, and the tight, painful clenching of the brunette's fists.

Heero didn't want him… didn't love him…He probably hadn't even known what was on the other side of the door…

Anguished, Zechs wrenched away from the slender form - bent almost double at the sudden, searing ache in his chest. He was a damned fool! "What had he been thinking?" The older man berated himself angrily. Did he expect that one moment in the garden to change everything? Gods how was he to live like this? Wanting the brunette with every fiber in his being - with every breath - and never being able to touch him, hold him… It was too much. A raw cry was torn from the blonde's throat.

"Do you enjoy torturing me this way?" Zechs hurled at Heero. Angrily he turned away. "Heero, I can't take another day of this," he murmured brokenly. "I realize now you'll never forgive me-never forget--" A tremor coursed the aristocrat's powerful frame. "But end this torture-please. I can't take another disappointment like this." Dejectedly, the blonde stumbled over to the bed. He sat, burying his head in his hands. To have you so close and not be able to touch you-To love you so much it hurts and to be alone in this fire-I--" A dry sob erupted from Zechs' throat.

Heero so was so shocked - so startled by the other man's pain that he was moving towards Zechs before he even knew what he was doing. He couldn't bear to see this vital, vibrant creature destroyed like everything else he touched. Not Zechs-not Zechs…

Desperately, Heero grasped the aristocrat's bare shoulder. "Don't-- Zechs please," he said hoarsely. "I-I--I"

Damn it, why did he never have the words! Why was he such a failure? The brunette thought angrily. Why could he never save the people he loved? First his mother, then J and now Zechs-

A raw, uncontrollable emotion welled up within Heero, the powerful tide swelling and building until it filled every pore of his being. Roughly he pushed the blonde back against the bed and pressed his lips desperately against Zechs' - all of his hurt and fear and anger transmuting in that fierce, unschooled kiss. Half-memory and instinct guided him as he devoured the soft mouth beneath his; Heero rained kisses on the golden forehead, over Zechs' cheekbones and eyelids - all the while murmuring low, frantic words of apology. He trembled as he nipped sharply at Zechs' lower lip. "Sorry," he whispered "so, so sorry."

Beneath Heero, the larger man's powerful frame echoed the same convulsive shivering as the brunette's as Zechs struggled to process the abrupt, marvelous change in his situation and the warm, delicious body on top of him. Heero was a frantic blur above him - hot lips burning along Milliardo's lips and cheek and throat. And when the tortured youth began breathing tortured apologies between his fevered kisses the blonde unraveled.

The moan that echoed through the room was low and guttural as he grasped the slender hips above his. His already loosened towel Zechs flung in some far corner of the room as his other hand deftly worked beneath Heero's robe, seeking and finding the semi-erect member beneath. Roughly, he began stroking and Heero collapsed against his chest with a hoarse cry.

Milliardo's lips roamed Heero's neck, his flushed cheek, the soft place behind his ear, while his other hand - the one not busy stealing hot gasps and even hotter, delicious movements from the petite beauty - busied itself with untying Heero's robe.

The brunette clutched at Zechs' head, his hair, his shoulders - fingernails biting into muscular flesh as hot, lust ricocheted through him. -The sudden overwhelming sensations after weeks of deprivation too much to bear. He moaned. And when a powerful arm slid around his waist and lifted him to press naked flesh, against naked flesh, Heero threw his head back and rocked sinuously against the other man-grinding grinding heat against heat -hardness against hardness.

They rolled, limbs tangling in the sheets until Zechs was pressing Heero into the pillows and the dark beauty's face was pressed hotly against his neck. They paused, harsh breaths magnified in the stillness. Powerfully, the muscles in Zechs' arms flexed, bulging tautly under the weight of restraint. Blonde hair spilled forward, shielding molten azure eyes as the older man tried to regain his breath. Beneath him, Heero whimpered, protesting the loss of sensation, his hips rocking seekingly - instinctively - as he sought to press himself more fully into Zechs' palm. But the blonde released his eager lover completely, large hands coming up instead to cup the brunette's face.

Zechs stared deeply into Heero's eyes, and as much as the older man didn't want to, he had to ask. He had to know for sure.

"Heero, are you sure--"

"Shut up," Heero growled, not wanting to mar the moment with words. He couldn't name the emotion in his breast that was filling him with every breath, but Heero knew that he wanted * this * now. Insistently he tugged Zechs downwards, recapturing his lover's mouth in a passionate tasting that left them both breathless. When the slender beauty pulled away, his gaze was utterly serious as he regarded the older man. "Yes," he said gruffly. "Yes, yes, yes." He was tired. Tired of fighting Zechs and himself - and mostly, just tired of being * alone *. He'd resisted and run and still it had gotten him nowhere. Maybe it was time to stop fighting. His eyes closed. Heero trembled.

Maybe it was time to let love in.

Instinctively, he hugged Milliardo tight. Shakily the brunette sighed, breathing in the soap and warmth that was Zechs' skin. And maybe…maybe they could try again. Eagerly, he began to explore the heavy, muscular body above his. Heero's hands smoothed over the supple power of Zechs' back; they dipped into the shadow of the blonde's spine, followed it to the base of lean hips, then sliding back upwards, repeating the tantalizing motion. Tremors wracked Zechs' frame and Heero felt an answering surge of desire deep within him. Without warning, he wriggled free of the Adonis' embrace, and slid downwards to capture a pert, male nipple between his lips.

Zechs let out a startled shout - and then moaned as Heero began a rough, wet suction. All the while, the brunette continued his careful exploration of Zechs' body, marveling at the heat and power lying dormant beneath soft skin. A small palm slid between the older man's legs, tentatively stroking him, and a strangled cry burst from the aristocrat's throat.

Encouraged, Heero made a low, appreciative sound. Confidently, he rubbed at the hot tip of Zechs' arousal, spreading the eager moisture he found there. Every texture of the blonde's maleness was beautiful, desirable - intoxicating - to Heero and he moaned, even as he brought the glistening fingers to his lips.


Heero's unexpected - delightful - boldness was almost enough to undo him, but Zechs had waited too long to have Heero in his arms again to sacrifice it to a kiss and a few unschooled strokes. Growling, he pulled a dazed Heero up.

The brunette frowned. "Mil-"

"Hush, "Zechs commanded hoarsely. Quickly he divested Heero of the already-opened robe. "You'll get your chance soon enough," he said huskily. "Now it's my turn." Determinedly, using his superior weight Zechs stilled the frustrated movements of the body beneath his. Grasping the brunette's chin, this time he forced those blue, blue eyes to lock with his. "Heero," the blonde said carefully. "If we're going to continue this, I think we need to talk." The aristocrat took a deep breath.

"I want you to know that Duo and I were once lovers." Anxiously he searched Heero's face. " But I swear that that is the extent of our relationship. Nothing has happened between us since he's been here," he vowed. Zechs' voice lowered as he spoke. "He'll always be a dear friend - but it is you I love - and no other. "Desperately he examined Heero's features, searching for some reaction. Praying that the smaller man believed him.

Heero's lashes lowered then raised tremulously. Duo's veiled hostility made much more sense now. Heero had known that something was amiss, but hadn't been able to put his finger on in it. Thinking back now, he supposed he should have guessed. After all, despite being an old friend of all the other men, it had been * Milliardo* the braided man had driven up with (if the brunette remembered Trowa's words correctly) and Duo was also never far behind Zechs. But his encounter with Zechs in the garden had so closely followed his meeting with the singer that Heero hadn't been able to think of anything beyond his own muddled feelings.

The voice of his past loudly pointed out that this was yet more proof of the blonde's subterfuge. But his heart, so newly yearning towards freedom, recalled Zechs' recent torment. "Would a man who did not care be so moved?" Heero railed against his internal tormentor. Would he risk so much?

There was no answer, save the desperate beating of his heart.

Could the past ever forgive? The brunette wondered. Dare he take the chance? For slow, agonizing seconds Heero said nothing. Finally he slowly spoke.

"I believe you."

Milliardo's heart leapt at that quiet admission. Passionately, he crushed his mouth against Heero's and their tongues clashed in a battle of wills. When he bent, it was to kiss Heero slowly and gently. He drew out the slick mating, lingering to nibble at soft, swollen lips, to trace their delicate seam before stealing into sweet warmth. He savored Heero's kiss, the younger man's flavor bursting across his senses like the sweet, smooth honey.

Zechs moaned softly, shaking with inexpressible emotion. Heero's words reopened a vista that the older man had believed forever closed to him and the joy swelling within his breast was like nothing he had felt before. To have Heero in his arms, to have his * trust* - if not yet his love - was more than he'd ever dreamed possible.

But still, doubt persisted, diminishing his pleasure.

"Love," the older man said hoarsely. "Tell me. I-I-I need to know. Why did you come here tonight?"

Heero turned his face into the pillows. He seemed to struggle within himself for a moment, fighting that destructive impulse to flee behind the glacier of stoicism and denial. He released a shaky breath, forcing himself to be honest.

"I missed you," he whispered almost ashamedly; it was not so simple to silence a lifetime of demons. And this time Heero did fully turn away as he whispered the next words, curling into a tense, half-fetal ball as though their mere utterance could wound. "And I wanted you."

Zechs' heart leapt. He made a soft sound that was both passionate and sympathetic as he eagerly he spooned behind Heero's small, huddled form. Lovingly, he encircled his beauty in his arms.

Softly, he kissed the tender nape of Heero's neck. "I missed you too," he murmured fiercely. He groaned. "Oh how I missed you." Soothingly, a large hand stroked down Heero's side, coming to rest at the brunette's hip- Slowly, Zechs caressed the joint. "And I could never stop wanting you," he confessed huskily. "I dream of you almost every night."

Deliberately, he tugged until Heero was lying once more on his back. Irresistibly his hands smoothed over his lover's body; starting at his neck then trailing downward to the taut power of the brunette's thighs and then up again in a soothing, repetitive motion. Zechs rubbed lightly, watching as heat bloomed beneath his palms. Heero gasped shakily.

" I love you." Milliardo repeated. When the younger man moved as if to say something he quickly placed a finger against Heero's lips. "Don't. Don't say anything you're not ready to," Zechs commanded lovingly. "But you are * mine *. And this time I'm not letting you go."

Like fire, the older man slid down Heero's body, mouthing the soft skin of the brunette's throat even as his fingers entangled with his lover's, lifting slender arms upwards until Heero was stretched before him in beautiful supplication. He had been too long without Heero. Too long without the feel of smooth skin, the fragrance of the younger man's passion - without the heat burning in the depths of the brunette's eyes - and he was consumed with the overwhelming need to experience every taste and texture - every nuance that was Heero Yuy.

Zechs nuzzled the silky tufts of hair at Heero's armpits, inhaling the sweet, body-deep odor of soap and musk before moving downwards to take Heero's right nipple in his mouth. He worried the tiny teat between teeth and tongue, suckling strongly on the velvet nub until it stiffened between his lips and Heero cried out like a man in torment. Zechs moved onto its partner to offer the same worship and Heero whimpered under the caress, twisting slowly and sensuously against the hands holding him loving prisoner. Zechs whispered soft words - nonsensical sounds of love and encouragement that fell like incantations around them. His hot breath caressed Heero's skin, heightening sweet sensitivity. And beneath him, Heero seemed to die a thousand tiny deaths.

Obligingly, the aristocrat abandoned his tasting. But Zechs found hotter, more delectable flesh below. He nipped the quivering skin of Heero's belly, tongue stealing out to hotly circle the taut dip of his navel. Zechs stopped, a dark thrill of pleasure coursing through him as he surveyed Heero's heightened breathing, the beauty's flushed skin and his helpless, quivering limbs. And most deliciously Heero's engorged cock - its pink, mushroom tip oozing copious, telltale slickness. "Gods," he husked. I could die just watching you like this.

Heero fidgeted. He made an impatient sound. "Zechs--"

"Yes?" The word came out somewhere between a grunt and a moan as Zechs' eyes remained transfixed on the delectable sight before him.

Wantonly, the brunette spread his thighs. "I don't want to wait any longer," he pleaded hoarsely. Of their own volition, his hands stole between his thighs to stroke his aching erection and the blonde growled deep in his throat at the erotic sight. Dream melded with reality as Zechs watched Heero's eyes close in exquisite torment. Helplessly the dark beauty bent his knees, feet curling into the mattress as his thighs spread even wider. Surrendering nothing to embarrassment. Keeping nothing hidden from his lover.

And Zechs could not resist the invitation. Avidly he buried his head between Heero's legs. Gently, he cupped and rolled the brunette's testicles, caressing the tightly drawn pouch- expertly blurring the line between pain and pleasure. Teasingly, Zechs dipped lower to finger the tight ring of Heero's anus, scratching lightly before bending to kiss the musky opening. Avidly, he speared the sensitive pucker, laving in hot, slick thrusts.

The wet squirm of Zechs' agile tongue shocked Heero. A rosary of whimpers and incoherent sounds erupted from the smaller man's lips. He cried out hoarsely as one and then two fingers suddenly replaced the blonde's tongue. Languidly, Heero arched, shoulders rising almost completely off the bed as fire stole through him.

And growling, Zechs held him there. Poised on the trembling cusp of pleasure. The blonde spread his fingers; tongue stealing out to delve between the saliva-slick digits to wet Heero's snug passage even further. Hungrily he watched the tiny ring, faintly reddened and stretched taut around his probing fingers. A more graphic demonstration of eroticism was impossible and he shuddered as another hot pulse escaped his control.

Overcome by the twin assault the brunette's hands fluttered tremblingly as he moaned lowly and deeply. But Zechs firmly returned them to Heero's slender cock, covering the other man's hands with his own, guiding them to resume the erotic stroking.

"Don't stop," he commanded roughly even as he slid his fingers deeper into snug heat. "Don't stop."

Zechs pressed deeper, massaging Heero's sweet, secret node and the dark beauty all but wailed. "Noo," the dark head shook desperately from side to side. "Nnn!"

By the time he released Heero to retrieve the tube of lubricant the brunette was more than ready. He watched Zechs with greedy eyes as the blonde prepared his own shaft then returned to massage Heero's tight passage.

Scooting backwards to rest against the headboard, Zechs pulled Heero with him. Guiding Heero until he was spread across Zechs' thighs. The blonde wanted to look into the brunette's eyes while he made love to him. Wanted to watch as ecstasy transformed that beautiful face.

Heero rested bonelessly in his lap, dark head falling forward to nestle tenderly at the crook of Zechs' shoulder. Reaching between their bodies, the blonde grasped their cocks in one hand, and began stroking. He squeezed and rubbed turgid flesh together, moaning as sensation flared from that point of contact. Heero surged frantically against him, eyes gone blind with pleasure and passion gathered and welled, hot pre-cum dribbling over Zechs fingers and mingling with the blonde's own liquid heat.

With strong, caressing hands, Zechs nudged Heero forward. He rubbed the broad head of his arousal against the brunette's hidden entrance and instinctively Heero opened for him, pressing slowly - tremblingly - downwards until Zechs was sheathed deep within the loving clasp of his body. They both cried out as the world narrowed to the gasps echoing in the room, the poetry of their joined bodies and the sharp, intoxicating perfume of sex in the air.

They lost themselves in each other. --Or rather, found themselves as each powerful thrust, each answering motion burned away hurt, pain and betrayal, leaving only the shimmering, transforming bond of trust between them.


And this time when Zechs breathed the words of his love over the beauty's panting lips, Heero realized that he had finally come home.