Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Desire ❯ Desire ( Chapter 1 )
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By: toxictattoo 
PWP. Yaoi. Treize ruminates about almost losing Zechs in the Victoria Base attack while waiting for the officer to come to him.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Sci-fi | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.18.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 698 | Status: Completed
PWP. Yaoi. Treize ruminates about almost losing Zechs in the Victoria Base attack while waiting for the officer to come to him.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Sci-fi | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.18.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 698 | Status: Completed
Title: Desire
Author: Jan
Rating: NC-17 for language and sex
Warnings: Just two guys, and sex, with a smidgeon of angst thrown in for good measure.
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairings: Treize x Zechs
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing to does not belong to me in any way, shape or form, nor am I making any money off of this. I just want to play with them for a little bit. I’ll return them. I promise.
Notes: Written as a bribe for cosmorific
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Treize slumped down into his loveseat, wineglass dangling precariously from his fingertips as he stared out of the patio doors. His shirt hung open and untucked, the cool night air washing over a bare chest as he languidly reclined, feet extended in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Weary eyes blinked at the blanket of darkness that lay heavily over the mountain vista. The stars were unusually bright due to the new moon.
Looking up, they seemed to wink cheerily at him, speaking to the depths of his soul, a mockery of the weight that pressed down on him.
The report on the Victoria Base attack, along with a list of the dead, lay scattered behind him amid the discards of his uniform. Months of production were lost. Worse, cadets who just recently graduated from the academy and were at the facility for advanced Mobile Suit training, injured or dead.
Fortunately, this wouldn’t set them back very much. Lieutenants Noin and Merquise were able to mobilize and salvage the situation. According to the report, Noin now requested active service in the war. He would hate to lose one of his best MS instructors but with the loss of pilots-in-training, Treize knew he would need her in the field too.
The wine swirled in the glass before he drained it and set it on the floor by the small settee before stretching out to stare out at the night sky again.
Sending for Zechs had been a selfish act. He knew it. Treize was desperate to see the younger officer in person, to see that the man was unharmed. Yes, they had talked briefly via the vid, but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to feel the blond hair slipping through his fingers, to touch the warm flesh, to feel the life still beating through the firm body.
Fortunately as the Commander of OZ, Treize could issue such an order. Lt. Merquise was his right hand. Everyone knew it and no one would think to question the request for a report delivered in person.
He was almost asleep when he heard the door to his quarters open and shut with a soft sliding sound. Muffled footfalls followed the light tap of metal on wood. The rustle of cloth as it landed on the carpet telegraphed the body behind him. Cracking his eyes open just in time to see a curtain of platinum hair framing crystal blue eyes. “You waited up.”
Treize looked up and smiled. “I did.” Shifting, he straightened on the loveseat to lean against the arm and patted the cushion between his legs.
Jacket left forgotten in the floor, Zechs removed his cravat, leaving it to flutter from his hand as his fingers opened his shirt. Moving around, he settled between the long legs that parted for him and leaned against Treize.
When arms closed around him, Zechs released a long slow sigh. “Report now or later?”
Treize buried his face in the blond hair. “Later. I need to feel you right now.” His hands moved over the soft shirt, pulling it to bare skin and to touch warmth. He managed to keep his hysterical relief that the young man was truly still alive and uninjured tamped down. Lips brushed over Zechs’ neck, encouraging his head to tilt so Treize could taste.
The spicy scent of Zechs’ aftershave mingled with his own natural musk. A heady mixture so familiar it was almost unnoticed. But weeks of being apart brought back into sharp relief their separation and Treize throbbed with an acute ache that spread through his body.
Zechs turned so he could look up into the dark blue eyes that filled his every dreaming moment while they were apart. The desire reflected in the gaze flared within Zechs and was immediately reciprocated.
He tilted his chin, pressing his mouth to Treize’s, tasting the sharp tang of wine. His tongue thrust into the warm, inviting mouth. Zechs needed Treize’s touch at that moment. Flirting with death was part of what it meant to be a mobile suit pilot. But to die outside the cockpit was not an acceptable way for him to go. The attack had been on the base, against the pilots, against the suits.
Like Noin, he had felt the powerlessness of the terrorist attack and was moved to grant her request for an assignment to take a more active part in the war. Zechs was just grateful the damage hadn’t been more extensive.
And that he was alive to bring the report to Treize in person. Reports could wait. He couldn’t.
He turned to kneel between Treize’s legs, bracing himself against the arm of the seat. One hand traced a gentle curve over the body beneath him, over the noble features, down the soft neck. Fingers slipped over the clavicle and down the swells of chest muscles. His body kept fit by fencing, Treize was in excellent shape, a fact that Zechs took pleasure in every time he had the opportunity to see the man undressed.
Treize could feel the heat of Zechs’ gaze as it drifted over him. His hands rose to bury in the long hair. Cupping the back of his head, Treize pulled Zechs down to him to kiss him. Slow, steady, plundering in a restrained control that threatened to crack with every inhale. He released the sweet mouth and looked up at Zechs. “Bed.”
With a smile, Zechs stood. His eyes grew dark with desire and he moved to the bed that graced the center of the wall. Fingers finished their work on his shirt, sliding the fabric off his shoulders and leaving a trail of clothing.
Not far behind, Treize was off the seat, shedding his clothes as he went until meeting Zechs at the bedside. Hands explored the younger man’s body, helping to rid it of the rest of the impeding clothing. Once exposed, he bore down against Zechs until they tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs as the restraint of earlier slipped away to lie discarded among their uniforms.
Treize didn’t want to rush. He wanted to take his time with Zechs. He needed to feel the comfort of the man close to him, for as long as he could have him. His body, however, had other ideas. The ache, the throbbing need to feel flesh in flesh stripped from him any hope of slow and easy.
Desire in its raw and untamed form took hold, its talons digging deep into sinew and bone. Zechs responded to the need, echoing within himself as they moved to straighten on the bed. His hands clawed over Treize’s back as slick fingers found their mark, touching him inside as they prepared the way.
Treize pulled away to swipe quickly over his own cock. Zechs watched through slit eyes, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He sat up and crushed their mouths together; a kiss full of deep longing and sharp desire. Swirling their tongues in a dance of dominance, he broke off sharply and turned to brace on hands and knees.
Scooping his hair to pull over one shoulder, Zechs turned to watch Treize move into position behind him. Treize had a look of determination on his face as he pressed into Zechs’ body, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fought with his breath. His groan caused Zechs to answer as the slide of thick flesh entered him and moved with aching slowness until their hips finally touched.
Taking the time to catch his breath, Treize blinked to clear the sting of sweat that had already rolled into his eyes. The control required to go slow was a large expenditure of energy; the physical need to let go braced against his flagging resistance. Opposing forces buffeted against each other with Treize caught in the middle. Fingers squeezed at the hips that served to hold them both steady until he felt he could move safely and not slip into oblivion.
A test thrust was followed by a moan from the man under him. Treize looked down, a concentrated smile on his face as he pulled and pushed in again. Zechs’ body easily accepted him and with assurance the young man wasn’t uncomfortable, picked up the tempo until they rocked together. Slick sounds of bodies colliding as they both were lost to the passions that buoyed them up.
Resting on one elbow, Zechs bent his head and closed his eyes to feel Treize moving with him. The ache of his need folded upon itself and was driven to a point on the distant horizon of his consciousness. In its stead was the warmth of knowing. Knowing he was alive.
Knowing he was wanted.
Breathless encouragements accompanied soft moans of passion. Stimulated to heightened sensitivity, Zechs craved the attention he received. Treize’s confident thrusts carried him along, sensations surging along nerve endings as he released the locks against his own self control.
Through his limbs, Zechs felt the first tremors of his orgasm begin to collect. His own hand slid quickly along his cock as Treize pummeled him from behind. Tension built as the heat climbed his legs to swirl through his groin. Breathing hitched and caught, his body tightening in response to the climax that swelled within him before it finally gave way. Hot and thick, it rushed from his body in jerks as he cried out Treize’s name.
The body bucking beneath Treize was enough to take him over the edge as well. The tightening of muscles, the clamp of a body strung tight and the sounds of his name echoing through the room were his undoing. Treize’s fingers dug into the flesh of Zechs’ hips and he pulled back hard to impale the man one final time as his own release tore from him in startling severity.
Treize remained still, his muscles locked into immobility. Hands gripped tight holding Zechs to prevent him from moving. Their breathing sounded harsh in the otherwise quiet of the room. As he came down from the heights and began to relax, he was able to focus his vision once more at the sweat slicked back bent before him. He leaned forward to place a kiss on a damp shoulder.
Soft breath against his flushed skin felt almost cool to the touch. Zechs reached back with one hand to rest it gently against Treize’s hip. Allowing his head to rest on the bed, he nodded, his own chest heaving from exertion. Motionless for a few moments longer, Zechs gritted his teeth and shifted his hips forward to slip Treize out of his body. Flopping onto the bed his thigh found the damp spot on Treize’s bedspread. He grimaced. “You’ll have to do laundry.”
Treize grunted when their bodies separated. Waiting until Zechs settled on the bed, he eased down behind him. He wrapped his arm around Zechs’ waist to spoon him from behind. “Later,” he whispered into the long hair.
Rare was the chance he could spend private moments with Zechs. Treize wasn’t about to squander that with domestic duties. Tightening his hold, he remained silent before he let the man go.
Rising from the bed and padding into the bathroom, Treize cleaned himself up before grabbing another washcloth and immersing it in warm water. Grabbing a towel on his way out, he emerged a few moments later to find Zechs had slipped beneath the blankets. Treize stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, his eyebrow raised.
“’s cold,” the muffled voice responded to the unasked question. “’ve been going since 0400 this morning.”
Treize smiled and crawled under the covers. With gentle care, he cleaned Zechs up and toweled him dry before sending the towel and cloth off the end of the bed to land just short of his hamper. Turning back, he gathered the chilly man in his arms again and placed a kiss on Zechs’ neck, his tongue running up to nip beneath his jaw. “Sleep, then.”
Zechs nodded, sleep well on its way to claiming him. Yawning, he exhaled slowly. With his breath the last of the tension in his body left and he slipped into slumber.
Treize remained awake, listening to the sounds of the room as it settled. His fingers combed through the long silver hair as it fanned around Zechs’ head. He picked up a lock of it, feeling the silk smoothness flow over his hand. Fascinated, he watched as the low light of the room picked up the highlights, causing it to shine like liquid metal.
Just over the edge of the bed, he could see the scattered report. Victoria Base.
He could have lost Zechs in that attack. Treize knew there was a risk each soldier took when they put on an OZ uniform. But it didn’t make the feeling any easier to deal with. There would come a time when Zechs would no longer come to his bed. Treize hoped it wouldn’t be through death. Yet…he almost wished it would.
The alternative was too painful to consider.
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Author: Jan
Rating: NC-17 for language and sex
Warnings: Just two guys, and sex, with a smidgeon of angst thrown in for good measure.
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairings: Treize x Zechs
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing to does not belong to me in any way, shape or form, nor am I making any money off of this. I just want to play with them for a little bit. I’ll return them. I promise.
Notes: Written as a bribe for cosmorific
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Treize slumped down into his loveseat, wineglass dangling precariously from his fingertips as he stared out of the patio doors. His shirt hung open and untucked, the cool night air washing over a bare chest as he languidly reclined, feet extended in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Weary eyes blinked at the blanket of darkness that lay heavily over the mountain vista. The stars were unusually bright due to the new moon.
Looking up, they seemed to wink cheerily at him, speaking to the depths of his soul, a mockery of the weight that pressed down on him.
The report on the Victoria Base attack, along with a list of the dead, lay scattered behind him amid the discards of his uniform. Months of production were lost. Worse, cadets who just recently graduated from the academy and were at the facility for advanced Mobile Suit training, injured or dead.
Fortunately, this wouldn’t set them back very much. Lieutenants Noin and Merquise were able to mobilize and salvage the situation. According to the report, Noin now requested active service in the war. He would hate to lose one of his best MS instructors but with the loss of pilots-in-training, Treize knew he would need her in the field too.
The wine swirled in the glass before he drained it and set it on the floor by the small settee before stretching out to stare out at the night sky again.
Sending for Zechs had been a selfish act. He knew it. Treize was desperate to see the younger officer in person, to see that the man was unharmed. Yes, they had talked briefly via the vid, but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to feel the blond hair slipping through his fingers, to touch the warm flesh, to feel the life still beating through the firm body.
Fortunately as the Commander of OZ, Treize could issue such an order. Lt. Merquise was his right hand. Everyone knew it and no one would think to question the request for a report delivered in person.
He was almost asleep when he heard the door to his quarters open and shut with a soft sliding sound. Muffled footfalls followed the light tap of metal on wood. The rustle of cloth as it landed on the carpet telegraphed the body behind him. Cracking his eyes open just in time to see a curtain of platinum hair framing crystal blue eyes. “You waited up.”
Treize looked up and smiled. “I did.” Shifting, he straightened on the loveseat to lean against the arm and patted the cushion between his legs.
Jacket left forgotten in the floor, Zechs removed his cravat, leaving it to flutter from his hand as his fingers opened his shirt. Moving around, he settled between the long legs that parted for him and leaned against Treize.
When arms closed around him, Zechs released a long slow sigh. “Report now or later?”
Treize buried his face in the blond hair. “Later. I need to feel you right now.” His hands moved over the soft shirt, pulling it to bare skin and to touch warmth. He managed to keep his hysterical relief that the young man was truly still alive and uninjured tamped down. Lips brushed over Zechs’ neck, encouraging his head to tilt so Treize could taste.
The spicy scent of Zechs’ aftershave mingled with his own natural musk. A heady mixture so familiar it was almost unnoticed. But weeks of being apart brought back into sharp relief their separation and Treize throbbed with an acute ache that spread through his body.
Zechs turned so he could look up into the dark blue eyes that filled his every dreaming moment while they were apart. The desire reflected in the gaze flared within Zechs and was immediately reciprocated.
He tilted his chin, pressing his mouth to Treize’s, tasting the sharp tang of wine. His tongue thrust into the warm, inviting mouth. Zechs needed Treize’s touch at that moment. Flirting with death was part of what it meant to be a mobile suit pilot. But to die outside the cockpit was not an acceptable way for him to go. The attack had been on the base, against the pilots, against the suits.
Like Noin, he had felt the powerlessness of the terrorist attack and was moved to grant her request for an assignment to take a more active part in the war. Zechs was just grateful the damage hadn’t been more extensive.
And that he was alive to bring the report to Treize in person. Reports could wait. He couldn’t.
He turned to kneel between Treize’s legs, bracing himself against the arm of the seat. One hand traced a gentle curve over the body beneath him, over the noble features, down the soft neck. Fingers slipped over the clavicle and down the swells of chest muscles. His body kept fit by fencing, Treize was in excellent shape, a fact that Zechs took pleasure in every time he had the opportunity to see the man undressed.
Treize could feel the heat of Zechs’ gaze as it drifted over him. His hands rose to bury in the long hair. Cupping the back of his head, Treize pulled Zechs down to him to kiss him. Slow, steady, plundering in a restrained control that threatened to crack with every inhale. He released the sweet mouth and looked up at Zechs. “Bed.”
With a smile, Zechs stood. His eyes grew dark with desire and he moved to the bed that graced the center of the wall. Fingers finished their work on his shirt, sliding the fabric off his shoulders and leaving a trail of clothing.
Not far behind, Treize was off the seat, shedding his clothes as he went until meeting Zechs at the bedside. Hands explored the younger man’s body, helping to rid it of the rest of the impeding clothing. Once exposed, he bore down against Zechs until they tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs as the restraint of earlier slipped away to lie discarded among their uniforms.
Treize didn’t want to rush. He wanted to take his time with Zechs. He needed to feel the comfort of the man close to him, for as long as he could have him. His body, however, had other ideas. The ache, the throbbing need to feel flesh in flesh stripped from him any hope of slow and easy.
Desire in its raw and untamed form took hold, its talons digging deep into sinew and bone. Zechs responded to the need, echoing within himself as they moved to straighten on the bed. His hands clawed over Treize’s back as slick fingers found their mark, touching him inside as they prepared the way.
Treize pulled away to swipe quickly over his own cock. Zechs watched through slit eyes, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He sat up and crushed their mouths together; a kiss full of deep longing and sharp desire. Swirling their tongues in a dance of dominance, he broke off sharply and turned to brace on hands and knees.
Scooping his hair to pull over one shoulder, Zechs turned to watch Treize move into position behind him. Treize had a look of determination on his face as he pressed into Zechs’ body, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fought with his breath. His groan caused Zechs to answer as the slide of thick flesh entered him and moved with aching slowness until their hips finally touched.
Taking the time to catch his breath, Treize blinked to clear the sting of sweat that had already rolled into his eyes. The control required to go slow was a large expenditure of energy; the physical need to let go braced against his flagging resistance. Opposing forces buffeted against each other with Treize caught in the middle. Fingers squeezed at the hips that served to hold them both steady until he felt he could move safely and not slip into oblivion.
A test thrust was followed by a moan from the man under him. Treize looked down, a concentrated smile on his face as he pulled and pushed in again. Zechs’ body easily accepted him and with assurance the young man wasn’t uncomfortable, picked up the tempo until they rocked together. Slick sounds of bodies colliding as they both were lost to the passions that buoyed them up.
Resting on one elbow, Zechs bent his head and closed his eyes to feel Treize moving with him. The ache of his need folded upon itself and was driven to a point on the distant horizon of his consciousness. In its stead was the warmth of knowing. Knowing he was alive.
Knowing he was wanted.
Breathless encouragements accompanied soft moans of passion. Stimulated to heightened sensitivity, Zechs craved the attention he received. Treize’s confident thrusts carried him along, sensations surging along nerve endings as he released the locks against his own self control.
Through his limbs, Zechs felt the first tremors of his orgasm begin to collect. His own hand slid quickly along his cock as Treize pummeled him from behind. Tension built as the heat climbed his legs to swirl through his groin. Breathing hitched and caught, his body tightening in response to the climax that swelled within him before it finally gave way. Hot and thick, it rushed from his body in jerks as he cried out Treize’s name.
The body bucking beneath Treize was enough to take him over the edge as well. The tightening of muscles, the clamp of a body strung tight and the sounds of his name echoing through the room were his undoing. Treize’s fingers dug into the flesh of Zechs’ hips and he pulled back hard to impale the man one final time as his own release tore from him in startling severity.
Treize remained still, his muscles locked into immobility. Hands gripped tight holding Zechs to prevent him from moving. Their breathing sounded harsh in the otherwise quiet of the room. As he came down from the heights and began to relax, he was able to focus his vision once more at the sweat slicked back bent before him. He leaned forward to place a kiss on a damp shoulder.
Soft breath against his flushed skin felt almost cool to the touch. Zechs reached back with one hand to rest it gently against Treize’s hip. Allowing his head to rest on the bed, he nodded, his own chest heaving from exertion. Motionless for a few moments longer, Zechs gritted his teeth and shifted his hips forward to slip Treize out of his body. Flopping onto the bed his thigh found the damp spot on Treize’s bedspread. He grimaced. “You’ll have to do laundry.”
Treize grunted when their bodies separated. Waiting until Zechs settled on the bed, he eased down behind him. He wrapped his arm around Zechs’ waist to spoon him from behind. “Later,” he whispered into the long hair.
Rare was the chance he could spend private moments with Zechs. Treize wasn’t about to squander that with domestic duties. Tightening his hold, he remained silent before he let the man go.
Rising from the bed and padding into the bathroom, Treize cleaned himself up before grabbing another washcloth and immersing it in warm water. Grabbing a towel on his way out, he emerged a few moments later to find Zechs had slipped beneath the blankets. Treize stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, his eyebrow raised.
“’s cold,” the muffled voice responded to the unasked question. “’ve been going since 0400 this morning.”
Treize smiled and crawled under the covers. With gentle care, he cleaned Zechs up and toweled him dry before sending the towel and cloth off the end of the bed to land just short of his hamper. Turning back, he gathered the chilly man in his arms again and placed a kiss on Zechs’ neck, his tongue running up to nip beneath his jaw. “Sleep, then.”
Zechs nodded, sleep well on its way to claiming him. Yawning, he exhaled slowly. With his breath the last of the tension in his body left and he slipped into slumber.
Treize remained awake, listening to the sounds of the room as it settled. His fingers combed through the long silver hair as it fanned around Zechs’ head. He picked up a lock of it, feeling the silk smoothness flow over his hand. Fascinated, he watched as the low light of the room picked up the highlights, causing it to shine like liquid metal.
Just over the edge of the bed, he could see the scattered report. Victoria Base.
He could have lost Zechs in that attack. Treize knew there was a risk each soldier took when they put on an OZ uniform. But it didn’t make the feeling any easier to deal with. There would come a time when Zechs would no longer come to his bed. Treize hoped it wouldn’t be through death. Yet…he almost wished it would.
The alternative was too painful to consider.
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