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Behind Glass

By Llewlyn

Summary: Zechs has a deadly illness after the war and Treize (who survived) freezes him to keep him alive until a treatment is discovered.

Rating: R, for lime

Author's Note: I began writing this last summer, and I decided it was crap and deleted it. The idea hit me again a few weeks ago and I rewrote it, and it's much better this time. Read and Review, pwease!

I have trapped the most beautiful man alive behind glass.

Carved from snow and ice, animated with the breath of moonlight, he was, and now he has been trapped in the ice from whence he came.

I am Treize Kushrenada, and he is a man of many names. Milliardo Merquise, Milliardo Peacecraft, son, brother... lover. My lover, as shown by the slender golden band on his finger, the twin of which is on my own hand, and their third is hidden away in a velvet cube.

I am supposed to be dead, and so is he. I was to have died when the Gundam Pilot who at one point shared our bed did what he was ordered to do- kill me. I was proud of him for that, for having the courage to kill his lover for what he believed to be right. I tried to kill myself, truthfully, in order to end the war that had ravaged the planet and colonies for too long. The luck of my forefathers was with me, that day, and though my dragon Wufei's thermal weapon skewered my Mobile Suit, the cockpit was saved, and I in it.

My beloved Milliardo was as lucky as I, trying to escape the pangs of living with bloodstained hands. He survived as well, thanks to the intervention of one Heero Yuy. He escaped detection, as did I, and together we managed to retreat to a small country estate that I held under an alias to prevent detection. Our appearances were changed by the battle, however. His hair, the platinum silk that I would twine around my fingers as we lay abed, was singed off to a length it hadn't been since his childhood, brushing against his cheeks in a most fetching manner, and I adored it, though I often mourned the accidental shortening. My own distinctive forked eyebrows were burned off, and scars of a similar nature cover my right hand and arm.

My thoughts turned to our first time together, Milliardo's and mine. How beautiful my angel had been, shy as he was as he stood before me and stammeringly asked me to teach him what I knew about sex. I had, of course, accepted- long had I lusted over his perfect body and beautiful face, wanting to feel him arching up to my touch and mine alone. He had been sixteen, I had been twenty-four. It was two years before the war that was supposed to claim both our lives began. He was perfect in his passion, willing to try anything I suggested as long I as I promised not to hurt him.

It was two and a half years later that I met our younger lover, Chang Wufei. My dragon, who tried to kill me, then returned later that night, after his comrades had left, to try again. That time, we merely spoke, which soon turned into deep kissing and then sex. He, unlike Milliardo, knew about sex, its mechanics and the base pleasures that could be derived from the joining of two bodies, but he did not know of lovemaking. I think, I like to think, that I taught him what it meant to make love with someone, not just spread your legs and fuck. The problem arose when I realized that I loved both my angel and my dragon equally, and neither knew of the other's place in my heart.

So I arranged for them to find out about each other, inviting both to one of my homes in Europe on the same day, at the same time. I told them to arrive at seven, as I would be getting in at that time from my flight there. I knew them both, and both would go out of their way to do something special. I was correct- Milliardo and Wufei both entered my mansion, by different routes, at exactly six thirty (my security systems caught them). Milliardo went to the kitchen and prepared a delectable meal, setting it up in the dining room with candles and roses, perfectly. Wufei went to the bedroom and scattered rose petals, those both fragrant and beautiful, around the bed, setting up more candles that he carried in his pack. I came in, thirty minutes later, to be met by one enthusiastic blonde. I smiled, knowing that he would be furious with me in just a few minutes. I told him to wait- and to be nice- and kissed him, retreating to the bedroom where one enthusiastic Chinese boy met me.

I told him to go downstairs- and to be nice- and kissed him, retreating to the bathroom for a minute's peace before going down to meet the storm.

I was met by two pairs of accusing eyes and synchronized accusations, though doubtfully rehearsed as such, of "You cheated on me with him?" I smiled a deferential smile, a politician's smile, and raised my hands in surrender.

"Please, try to understand, Miri, Wufei. I love you both, though at first I did not think it possible. I love you equally, even if the time I've known both of you differs." I stepped forward slowly. "I set this up for you two to meet each other. Miri, the dinner smells and looks heavenly, and I hope there's enough for Wufei." I heard the smaller boy mutter, "I already ate..."

"Wufei, the bedroom looks perfect, better than I could ever have imagined." It was Milliardo's turn to mutter- "I'm not sleeping with him..." I smiled. For two young men who were enemies, and wished to be nothing alike, they had a lot in common, including stubbornness and childishness. "You're both doing both, or you can leave." Milliardo and Wufei glanced at each other suspiciously from the corner of their eyes and nodded. "Good." I led the way to the dining room, and got a plate for Wufei myself from the kitchen to share the food, fit for Zeus on Mount Olympus, with him. We ate in silence, the candlelight flickering over our faces.

Finally, after salad, meat, and desert, I rose and led the way to the bedroom, Wufei and Milliardo following behind at a slower, more reserved pace. At the staircase leading up to my rooms, Wufei stepped forward and took my hand, leaning his cheek against my arm possessively. Milliardo, needless to say, did not like that, and moved to take my other hand. I almost laughed.

In the bedroom, time seemed to freeze as my angel and my dragon realized that yes, they would have to share a bed in order to make love that night. Wufei's grip tightened on my hand, and Milliardo toyed with a strand of hair, their individual signs of nervousness. I released both of them, ordering them to sit on the bed and strip. They obeyed, but slowly, taking time to meticulously fold each article of clothing, stalling the point at which they would both be nude.

It was hard not to laugh at their actions, because despite the fact that they denied any and all similarities that they had, they were two sides of the same coin. By the time Wufei was naked, Milliardo was as well, and they were not-so-subtly looking each other. "Wufei, come here..." I ordered, and the youngest among us slid off the bed and came forward to me, the tiniest measure of smugness in his attitude. He had been chosen first. I fought back a grin at him, instead, I slid my arms around his waist and bade him turn to face Milliardo. I couldn't resist a small smirk as I leaned down and slowly began suckling the skin behind his left ear, his silken black hair falling lightly across my skin as I did so. He melted in my arms, reduced to a purring, sensual creature. Milliardo blushed softly, watching.

It was his turn next, as I gently lifted Wufei into my arms and set him back on the bed, gazing dazedly at me with his intense dark eyes. I commanded my angel into my arms the second time, and began to play with his nipples, rolling the nubs gently between my finger tips until he was gasping with pleasure. Again, I returned a lover to the bed. "Kiss..." I ordered, and most inhibitions gone by that point, they turned to each other, kissing shyly at first, then more passionately. As we moved further towards completion, they grew bolder with each other, though still competitive. And at climax, Wufei's eyes were locked on Milliardo's while I watched from above. I knew it would work. I smiled that night, watching my beautiful lovers sleep, Wufei's small form between our larger ones.

My dragon, our dragon, now believes us both to be dead. I am sorry that it is impossible for me to contact our pretty china doll about Milliardo's state of non-existence behind glass. But to do so would be to reveal our home, our hidden sanctuary away from the world that mostly despises us now. So many people didn't understand why I orchestrated an entire war, and the deaths of one hundred thousand, nine people before my own supposed end, and we feared that they who did not understand would find our home and destroy the idyllic surroundings we had cultivated. So my dragon was alone, safe in the knowledge that his lovers were dead, one by his own hands. We could not threaten his safety again.

I was shaken from my memories by the sound of a voice I never thought I'd hear speaking to me again. A voice I prayed that, for his own safety, and for the sake of his future, I would never hear again.

"Is he going to die?" Looking up, I saw the doorway to the cold room I sat in blocked by a slender form.

"Dragon... yes. Without new treatments, yes." I smiled sadly and rose from where I sat before Milliardo's crystal prison and walked to Wufei, taking him into my arms. He had grown some since I'd last held him close, though it was obvious he would not grow much any time after.

"Why? He wasn't sick the last time I saw you..." Wufei's voice was accusing, and I understood. We had kept Milliardo's illness from him, and had hid from him.

"He was, Wufei. He has been sick his whole life."

"Why didn't you tell me, then?" Wufei pulled away from me and walked towards the glass coffin, pressing the tips of his fingers to the frigid surface. "I loved him, too... how many other secrets did you hide from me?"

"None, dragon. We didn't tell you because he has been in remission for years, and did not become extremely sick again until after the war. The medication he had to take stopped working, and he collapsed. I had him put in here to keep him alive until a new treatment was discovered."

Wufei nodded, accepting that answer. "But why did you hide from me? I thought you were dead until we realized that this mansion was being used."

I sighed, knowing he wouldn't be so understanding about the next answer. "We were trying to keep you safe. Too many people did not understand my reasons for starting the war, nor Miri's reasons for trying to destroy the earth, and we feared that if we were discovered out here, they would try to kill us. We didn't want that to happen to you. We felt it would be better if you thought us dead, and moved on, though we did miss you terribly."

"That's a stupid reason, Treize. I would never `move on,' as you put it. I love you too much. Far too much..." He turned to face me, still touching the glass as though he needed that icy reassurance that this wasn't just a dream, that he really had found us. "I began searching for you a few months ago, with Heero's help. We found this mansion in your name, and that there had been more activity recently, as well as the fact that a tall blonde and a taller brunette had been seen in the area. I came." He stepped away from the glass and back over to me. "I found you..." I gathered him into my arms again.

"I know, darling." I gently stroked his hair, pulling it out of the extraordinarily tight ponytail he kept it in so it fell around his shoulders. "And I'm glad... it has been lonely here without you." I kissed the top of his head softly. "I missed the sound of your laughter. And the sight of you and Miri playing in the gardens..." That made me smile sadly. Neither of my lovers had had the chance for a regular childhood, and frequently reverted to a child-like attitude, playing tag in the rose gardens that existed at all my mansions, hide and go seek in the empty rooms, eating ice cream until their heads ached, and laughing through it all. I had watched fondly, claiming that I was too old to play such silly games when they asked if I would join. Then they would laugh at me and call me an old man before sprinting off again. "The feel of your skin against mine." My fingers moved to brush over Wufei's cheek, running through the catalogue of the senses. "The smell of your skin after we made love. The taste of your lips..." I tilted his chin up and kissed him softly. "I love you, dragon..." He smiled up at me, his slender yet strong arms around my waist. "Come with me..."

Wufei nodded, looking once more at Milliardo. "We'll come back. I promise," I murmured, leading Wufei from the room, back up to my bedroom. "Sit down, darling." He complied and sat down on the edge of my plush bed, waiting expectantly for something. I opened the drawer to the table beside the bed and pulled out the small indigo velvet box before sitting beside him and opening it slowly. "Will you have us forever, Wufei? We cannot get married, but I... Milliardo and I, want you to be ours alone." When we had gotten the rings for ourselves, we had also gotten a third, in case Wufei did find us, and still wanted to be with us.

"Treize... Of course I'll stay with you..." Wufei whispered, smiling up at me. I smiled back and, taking his left hand into mine, slipped the slender gold band onto his fourth finger.

Owari

Llew: See, Naggles? This one is one of yours. All you, babe.

Nagi: Don't call me babe.

Llew: I'll call you whatever I want

Nagi: Hn.

Llew: Whatever you say, Nancy.

Nagi: NANCY?!

Llew: *whistles innocently*

Ken: I helped! See? They don't die!

Llew: Fine, fine... you helped. I didn't kill anyone. Not even Zechs!

Ken: You're real grateful...

Llew: I don't like the ending. I wrote it in a hurry but I couldn't think of anything better. I did finally write something without sex though!