Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Treason ❯ Chapter 5

Heart's Treason

By Llewlyn

Summary: Thrown in an OZ cell together, Zechs and Trowa fall in love. But before they realize it, they're torn apart.

Rating: PG-13 for chapters 1-4, NC-17 for a lemon in chapter 5 and lime in the epilogue.

A/N: This chapter is a LEMON! Be warned. Enjoy!

"ERIK!" "TROWA!"

-Shit, I did it again…- Zechs thought, as he continued thrusting into the man below him. -I need to see Trowa again, not keep fucking faceless men in sleazy motels.- He withdrew from the dazed man and threw him a towel to clean himself off. Zechs wiped himself off with another towel, replaced his clothes, and walked out the door of the rented room without so much as a `thank you.'

Quickly paying for the room, Zechs headed back to his safehouse. Since he had been ever so nicely expelled from OZ, he had been living in Berlin. Relatively far from any OZ or Romefeller locations, Berlin was not only safe, but it also had enough refinements to keep him from going insane. Theatre, dining, fucking, all the distractions he could want to stop him from thinking of Trowa.

Every single one of them failed. Trowa was all he thought of. One year, and the memories of the boy with haunting green eyes still consumed him, day and night.

***

"Trowa, you've been hiding with us for a year now. Don't you think it was time you went back to fighting? You can't stay here forever…" Catherine Bloom trailed off.

"Why, Catherine? There's nothing to fight for. This whole damn war is pointless. Let the colonies fend for themselves. I have no reason to fight any more." Trowa didn't want to argue about it again. One whole year and everything was pointless. Nothing had meaning any more. All he could think about, day or night, was Zechs.

Catherine knew what he was thinking about. "It's him, isn't it. You can't fight because you don't know about him, if he's the one you're fighting or if he's even still alive." Trowa didn't answer yes or no- his silence spoke for him. "For God's sake, Trowa, go find him if it's making you this damn miserable! There's got to be a way."

"I'll try." With that, Catherine realized Trowa was retreating into his mind. It was time to go.

***

Noin's phone rang later that day. She answered it, and was surprised to see… "Trowa?"

"Hello, Ms. Noin. Where is he?"

"What… how did you get this number?"

"I have friends. Where is he?"

"He…" Noin knew exactly who `he' was. "He's in Berlin. He's under the alias Erik Gross." She was under orders from Zechs… no, not orders, she had been asked to tell Trowa Zechs' location should he call.

"Thank you, Ms. Noin." Trowa immediately closed the connection, stopping the flood of questions that sprang to Noin's lips.

He went to find Catherine. He was going to be gone for a while.

***

Riiing Riiing-

The doorbell to Zechs' house rang. Zechs made his way to the front door, curious to see who had come to his place. Opening the door…

"Hello, Zechs."

"Trowa?" Astonishment ran rife across Zechs' even features. "How did you find me?"

"I called Noin and asked her where you were."

"Good girl, she remembered. Gods, Trowa… I've missed you so much." Zechs realized they were still at the door. "Please, come in." He led the way inside. Tentatively, Trowa followed him, shutting the door behind him. When they were in the parlor, Zechs turned to look at Trowa. In the past year, the boy had shot up and filled out- he was nearly as tall as Zechs and no longer looked like a young boy.

"Zechs…" Trowa reached out to touch Zechs' arm. Was this a dream? Zechs felt real…"I've missed you too." Zechs took hold of Trowa's hand and pulled him closer, feeling his heart beat faster at the contact. Trowa leaned into Zechs. It had been a whole year since they had been this close.

Putting one hand under Trowa's chin, Zechs raised his face to meet his own. He bent down to brush his lips to Trowa's. It was fleeting, insubstantial contact, just the barest touch of skin to skin. In reply, Trowa wrapped his arms around Zechs' neck and pulled him into a kiss with bruising intensity, which he promptly returned. Zechs licked along Trowa's lips, asking for entry. Trowa's lips parted, deepening the kiss. They stood there kissing, locked together by the year they had spent apart.

Zechs' hands began slipping up under Trowa's customary turtleneck, making him gasp at the contact, but he didn't pull away. Zechs ran his hands over the younger man's stomach, feeling the silky skin covering iron muscles. Teasingly he rubbed his callous fingertips across Trowa's sensitive nipples, eliciting another gasp.

Zechs broke the kiss. "May I?" He asked. Trowa understood the question and nodded. Zechs lifted the hem of Trowa's shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it on the floor. Without asking, Trowa did the same to Zechs' t-shirt. They stood looking at each other for a moment. Then, without warning, they were back together, kissing with pure animal force. Zechs felt himself getting hard and realized that Trowa was aroused, too, when the boy unconsciously ground his hips against Zechs', making his need known.

"Gods, Trowa… I want you so bad, want to make love to you…" Trowa leaned further into Zechs. Murmuring softly, he said, "Want you too, Zechs."

"Come with me. We aren't doing this out here." Breaking away from his young lover, Zechs grabbed Trowa's hand and led him into the bedroom. When they reached the edge of the bed… a red, silk-sheeted bed, Zechs embraced Trowa and caught his lips for another deep kiss. Gently, Zechs lifted Trowa (not a hard task, but not easy either, as Trowa was only a few inches shorter than he) and placed him on the bed. He stood and admired the picture on his bed. Trowa was so naively seductive, his eyes filled with love and lust, lips swollen from the rough kisses, and completely unaware of how beautiful he truly was.

Zechs would have been content to just watch Trowa forever and a day, but the pressure in his groin told him that that wasn't what he needed. Swiftly, he lay beside Trowa and ran a hand down the lightly muscled chest. Trowa groaned and arched up to meet the touch. Zechs leaned over Trowa and gently brushed his lips against the younger boy, then deepened the kiss as his hands made their way down to the waist of his pants. Easily he opened the fly and pulled them down, slowly baring a rapidly hardening shaft and long, slender legs. "No underwear, Liebe?"

"Lines," Trowa managed to say. Zechs laughed softly. "My vain Trowa." Instead of protesting being called vain, Trowa retaliated by attacking Zechs' pants, none-to-gently pulling them off to reveal… "No underwear, Zechs?" It was Trowa's turn to laugh. "Hypocrite."

"Ah, but you still love me…" Zechs broke off. "Trowa… please say it for me."

"Zechs… I… I love you." He paused, then burst out, "Gods, Zechs, I love you more than I thought was possible!"

"I've waited to hear you say that for a year… Trowa, I love you, love you from the bottom of my soul." Zechs kissed the side of Trowa's neck, up his jaw line, sucked his earlobe, then caught his lips for a deep, soul-searching declaration of love.

Zechs slipped between Trowa's white thighs, never breaking the kiss. Without looking, one hand reached for the tube he knew resided on the table next to the bed. Rapidly he spread the lube contained within on his fingers, letting it warm up a little before gently inserting one finger into Trowa's hidden opening.

Trowa hissed at the intrusion, unconsciously pulling away. Zechs held him in place, softly stroking Trowa's inner sanctum, stretching him. A soft whimper escaped the unibanged boy's lips. "Zechs…"

The note of pain in Trowa's voice made Zechs withdraw hi finger. "Trowa, relax…" Then it hit him. "Trowa, you're a virgin, aren't you?" Trowa nodded. "You should have told me, Liebe."

"Zechs… I want you to make love to me. I won't break…" He squirmed under Zechs' scrutiny. "Please, Zechs?"

Zechs thought for a moment. Trowa really wanted to go through with it… he'd be extremely careful with his young lover, then. "Alright. Just remember to relax. It will still hurt for a moment, but if you relax it won't be as bad. And it will get better, I promise." Trowa nodded and forced himself to release some of the tension in his body. Zechs reinserted one finger, trying not to hurt Trowa.

Slowly he began stroking again, holding Trowa in place. When Trowa eased a little, a second finger joined. Zechs caught Trowa's lips again, kissing him to take his mind of the intrusion. He scissored his fingers, stretching the tight ring of muscle. One finger brushed Trowa's prostate, making him break the kiss and scream in pleasure. He arched up, trying to feel the sweet fire that raced through his veins at the touch again. Zechs smiled. "See? It does get better." He added another digit, stroking, probing, stretching, and twice more hitting the younger boy's pleasure spot.

Finally, he decided Trowa was ready. He removed his fingers, making Trowa whimper at the feeling of emptiness. Then he felt the head of Zechs' shaft at his entrance. Trowa gasped as Zechs slowly pushed past the ring of muscle, still tight even after being stretched. Trowa wrapped his arms around Zechs' neck, holding on for dear life as he was taken for the first time. Zechs felt for the young man… he remembered the pain of losing one's virginity. He was trying to bring him as little pain as possible, but there wasn't much he could do except slather his erection with lube and go slowly.

"Relax, Liebe, relax," Zechs murmured. He continued to ease into Trowa's body until he was seated entirely. Then he waited, while Trowa grew accustomed to the feeling of something in him. Soon, Trowa began moving under Zechs. Taking it as a sign of Trowa's readiness, he slowly began thrusting. He would withdraw a tiny amount, then push back in. After 2 two of these, he hit Trowa's sweet spot again, making him scream again.

"Zechs…oh gods, Zechs… harder, please…" Trowa left off with another cry at the repeated contact of penis and prostate. Zechs complied, thrusting a little harder into Trowa's willing form. His hand strayed to Trowa's neglected, dripping erection. He wrapped his calloused palm around it, his thumb gently running over the head. Trowa gave a strangled cry from the dual stimulation of being taken and felt at the same time. Zechs pumped Trowa's shafted in a syncopated rhythm with his thrusting.

Trowa could only take so much. He felt his lower body contract and gasped out, his voice hoarse from screaming, "Zechs… I'm going to come…" With the warning, the sticky white release shot out over Zechs' hand and their chests. Zechs felt Trowa's already tight passage clench around him. With another thrust, he too came, spurting deep into Trowa's body. Together they howled each other's name.

Zechs gently withdrew from Trowa and lay beside him. Using the sheets they lay on, he cleaned of their bodies, then covered them. He pulled Trowa close to him, softly kissing his young lover's neck, smoothing his hair.

"Zechs, that was… amazing. I love you so much…" Trowa sighed.

"I love you too, more than I can ever say." Zechs nuzzled his ear. "Now sleep, Liebe." Trowa closed his eyes and was soon breathing in the even pattern that denotes sleep. Zechs stayed awake, thinking about the young boy snuggled into him. "Gods, Trowa, you will never know how much I love you," he whispered into the sleeping ear. Then he fell into sleep. Together they slept, wrapped in tangled sheets and lost in each other's dreams.

Cheladoniel: Ack! It's finally done! My first yaoi lemon!
Duo: Yay!

Wufei: *stuffs tissue up nose and declines comment*

Chel: I'll take that as a complement.

Relena: How come my brother gets more than I do?!

Chel: Cause I don't like you!

Duo: *sticks tongue out at Relena* Now go do something useful, like blow yourself up!

*Relena flounces off*

Chel: Can't stand her. Remind me to do something mean to her in my next fic. Like have her see Heero doing Duo- *slaps hand over mouth* Oops… hehe gotta wait for that one.

Duo: Score!

Wufei: *nosebleeds more*

Author's Note: Well, this completes my entry for the Let's Make Some Lemonade contest! *Wipes sweat from forehead, hurls chapter at Rogue, and promptly passes out with a massive nosebleed*