Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Treason ❯ Chapter 6

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.

Trowa woke to angry pounding on the flat's door. He was curled into a larger body and silver-blonde hair trailed over him… Zechs. He smiled slightly and rolled over in his lover's arms. "Morning, Zechs…" He said softly, kissing the older man when he saw he was awake.

Zechs seemed slightly distracted by the insistent knocking on the front door, but smiled and returned the kiss. "Good morning, Liebe, sleep well?"

"Mm hm," Trowa replied, closing his eyes and snuggling against the warmth of Zechs' form. "You?"

"Very well…" Zechs purred into Trowa's ear. His graceful hands slid down Trowa's back, tracing the line of his spine and resting lightly on his tight backside. Trowa pressed himself further into Zechs. He dismissed the knocking on the door and concentrated on his lover. He kissed a light trail down Zechs' neck and across his throat, nibbling gently on the place where shoulder met neck. Zechs smiled down at Trowa and brought one hand up to trace a path across Trowa's chest. He ran calloused fingers over the green-eyed man's nipple, making him gasp slightly.

They continued petting and kissing, just enjoying their newfound closeness after a year apart. Zechs rolled them over so he was above Trowa, platinum hair falling in a curtain around them and hiding from the world. He kissed his love deeply, passionately… Their naked bodies rubbed together, growing erections brushing and sending shivers of pleasure up their spines.

-Crash- A loud thud came from the entry and heavy footsteps invaded the flat. Zechs pulled back from Trowa, who groaned and sat up. Zechs rose from the bed and opened the bedroom door. The muzzle of a rifle pointed directly at his face forced him to step back. The gun was followed by a regular grunt soldier, and another and another. And then the offensive officer from Trowa and Zechs' prison stepped in. Trowa got up and stood beside his lover.

The two men stood proudly and uncowed, unashamed of their nakedness before the soldiers. "What do you want?" Zechs demanded calmly of the officer, but his voice was dangerous.

In a smug voice, he said, "In the name of OZ, one Zechs Merquise and one Tristan Bland are under arrest for treason against the organization. Do not attempt to escape, we have you surrounded. Surrender."

Zechs smiled slightly at the officious little man. "Of course. What else could it be. But Liebe, please tell this horrible creature who you really are and what you're really guilty of."

Trowa understood what Zechs meant. They couldn't escape and he was giving him the dignity to be arrested under his own name and person. "Gladly. I am Trowa Barton, pilot of 03, the Heavyarms." He wrapped a possessive arm around Zechs' waist. "There is no Tristan Bland. So at least arrest me for what I'm openly guilty of. If. You. Dare."

The officer's (and most of the men who had heard Trowa's soft speech) jaw hung open. "A… a… a Gundam pilot…"

Trowa and Zechs both nodded. Zechs continued with, "Now if you are going to arrest us, might you allow us to dress first? You seem to have caught us at a bad time." Officer Prick gulped and nodded his approval.

Zechs looked down at Trowa and kissed him deeply. They moved about the room slowly, making no sudden movements or threatening gestures. Eventually they stood before the officer again, fully dressed and unarmed. Zechs and Trowa were holding each other close, arms around waists.

"Hands in the air, traitor scum," Officer Prick ordered. Trowa raised his eyebrow invisibly. The officious little man sounded like a character from one of the bad old war movies Duo had forced them to watch. Behind the officer, several soldiers apparently thought the same thing, judging by pained expressions and stifled laughs. Zechs snorted openly. "I mean it! You men," the officer gestured to some of the soldiers around, "take them into custody!" The men obeyed.

And so Trowa and Zechs were taken into OZ's custody once again.

A week later, the two men sat in separate cells on opposite ends of the high-security prison block. No chances were being taken with them this time. The afternoon of the 7th day of the lovers' imprisonment, Treize Kushrenada came to see Zechs.

"Milliardo, I would say it's a pleasure to see you, but under these circumstances, I do believe I'd be lying."

"What do you want, Treize."

"I came to tell you that I was able to repeal your death sentence. I thought you might appreciate that." Treize said haughtily. -Can't believe I was ever friends with him,- Zechs thought.

"Thank you," he said coolly. "Very kind of you. What, then, is to be my fate?"

"You will be imprisoned for life, but because of who you are and what you have done for OZ, it will be house arrest in one of my homes."

"And the boy?"

"Will be executed tonight." Zechs flinched imperceptivity. "I tried to get him a ransom, as he should have as a soldier, but they wouldn't accept it. He will die."

"Couldn't have said it more coldly myself," Zechs muttered. "Thank you, Treize. I have nothing to say to you or anyone else." He turned his back on his long-time friend.

"I'm sorry, Miri. The execution is scheduled for midnight precisely. I will accompany you there, then back to Luxembourg." Treize replied calmly and walked out the door. Despite the painful news he had just broken to his best and closest friend, Treize carried himself like a man who had power, riches, and the cunning to change the world.

***

At 11:45, Zechs was led from his cell to a small room filled with chairs. Because of Treize's trust in him, he was not restrained in any method, but the guards in the room were always at the ready should he attempt something.

In another room, Trowa was being prepped for his death. A chaplain was praying over him as he stoically regarded his executioners. The incessant prayers grated in his ears until he lost patience and turned to the holy man.

"Sir, when you have lived through what I have, you learn that there is no god but Death, and he is my friend. Kindly take your prayers to someone who wants and deserves them." With that, he turned again and looked straight forward, eyes unfocused but dry. The chaplain bowed slightly and retreated, shaking his head sadly that such a young man was so jaded. Even a Gundam pilot should have had more hope than that.

At midnight, Trowa Barton was led into the gas chamber. He hadn't been given a choice about the method of his execution. He hadn't expected one. He was strapped into the chair by apparently unfeeling guards, staring out the transparent window at the morbid audience of his demise. He made eye contact with every single person in the room except Zechs. The few women present shuddered. "He's so young…" one whispered to the man accompanying her. The man nodded agreement. Une glared at Treize. She was extraordinarily… pissed was the best word to describe her feelings at that moment… at him. She had liked the boy.

Zechs sat frozen in his seat. They… were going to go through with it. His lover, his beloved, sat trapped in a air-tight chamber, awaiting death. No pardon was going to come for him. He wanted more than anything to look away from Trowa, not to be witness to his end. But he couldn't, the only thing he could do was watch him and be with him as best he could.

Treize was fuming. No trial, no ransom, no prisoner exchange… this went against every rule of civilized warfare. To be sure, the boy had been a terrorist, but even terrorists were given trials. Nobody was just sentenced.

The military police finished strapping Trowa into the restraining chair. They left the chamber and sealed the door. They were three strong men, and every single one of them was rife with remorse at what they had to do. Never again, each and every one of them swore, would they assist in an execution like this. Trowa didn't protest, cry, or plead. He was an ice sculpture, the exquisite beauty that had caught Zechs' attention in the first place marred slightly by light bruises on his face. Otherwise, his perfect features stared out at the witnesses and specifically at Zechs. Green eyes met blue through thick glass.

12:12 and three ominous clicks sounded, one after another. *Click* the first executioner turned the key. *Click* the second followed suit. *Click* and Zechs heart froze harder than the ice in his eyes as cyanide pellets fell into the sulfuric acid solution. Fumes rose from the small container and wisps played around Trowa's face. He knew how the gas chamber worked and though he was no coward, Trowa didn't want to die in convulsions.

Trowa Barton took a deep breath of the toxic clouds as they reached his face. He mouthed, "Ai shiteru, kore kare zotto." Tears of ice formed in Zechs' eyes as the man he would love kore kare zotto, for always and forever, slipped into unconsciousness before him and more than 30 other witnesses. Frozen drops slid down the platinum blonde prince's cheeks during the time it took for Trowa Barton to be declared dead, the fumes to be neutralized, and the witnesses excused. At that point Zechs was led from the room and out to a waiting transport.

As the vehicle containing himself, Treize, and Lady Une pulled away from the base prison, Zechs made a vow to never speak to Trowa's murderers again. And as far as he was concerned, everybody was his murderer. War was his murderer. Life was his murderer. In that moment, Zechs Merquise, Milliardo Peacecraft, pilot 06, died.