Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Im Falle eines Falles ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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Does anybody know what day it is? ----Yes, that's right, it's June 13th. (Well unless you live on the other side of the dateline, then it is already June 14th for you) But anyway, it's June 13th for me, and here is my annual 13x6 lemon. Enjoy!

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The Case of the Missing Exchange Student

Part 6

Lemon Warning!!!!!!

Milliardo grinned as he opened the bathroom door quietly. The sound of the running water and Treize's soft whistling drowned out any noise he made as he slipped into the room. For a few moments the young man stood, watching his lover through the glass of the shower enclosure.

Treize still hadn't noticed him. He continued to whistle as he shampooed his hair.

God, he is gorgeous, Milliardo thought. I love every inch of that body; his soft hair and smooth skin, that perfectly toned chest and those exquisite, little nipples - one of these days I'll have to convince him to get those pierced - the flat abdomen, those muscular long legs…

Treize turned to rinse his hair, providing his lover with a good look at his backside.

Milliardo bit his lips to stop himself from moaning. He could feel his body react to the exquisite sight. …and of course, not to forget those lovely, firm buttocks.

His grin widened as he slipped off his shirt, discarding it on the bathroom floor. His leather pants and underwear followed.

“Move over,” he said as he opened the glass door, “and stop hogging the whole shower.”

“Milliardo?!” Treize's voice was laced with surprise and a touch of disapproval. “I thought we'd agreed that you would be taking a bath.”

The blond shrugged as he stepped into the shower. “I changed my mind. I want to take a shower after all, together with you. I hope you don't mind sharing.” With a little smirk he added. “You still can wash my hair though, if it makes you happy.”

“Milliardo, you are being once again way too reckless, the doctor…” Treize swallowed the rest of his reprimand, and his expression softened when his gaze fell upon several, still darkening bruises on Milliardo's chest. I swore I would never let anybody hurt him again. He slowly reached out and brushed his fingertips gently over one of the larger marks. “Does it hurt?”

“Only if I laugh,” Milliardo joked. He wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, pulling him close as he kissed him tenderly. “I'm okay, Treize. You worry too much.”

The older man sighed in resignation.

Standing under the warm jet of the shower, they kissed again, longer and more passionate this time. Milliardo nipped at his bottom lip as they parted. He trailed little butterfly kisses along Treize's jawbone and down his neck. Treize closed his eyes and moaned in delight.

“You know… when I was little….,” Milliardo breathed between kisses. “I would get hurt all the time.”

Treize gave a deep bubbling laugh. “Somehow that doesn't surprise me a bit.”

“Nothing really bad…just scrapes and bruises from falling from a tree…or being chased by neighbor's dogs… when I took a shortcut through their yard,” the younger man went on. “My mom would always chide me for being too wild and careless.” He raised his head and grinned at Treize. “Hmm… doesn't that just sound like someone else I know?”

The tawny-haired detective huffed.

“But when I got home she would always take care of me,” Milliardo continued his story. “She would clean my scratches, and when she was done she would kiss them one by one to make them feel better.”

“Like this you mean?” Treize went down on his knees and pressed his lips gently against an especially large bruise just below his lover's rips.

“Yes!” Milliardo gasped. “Yes, just like that.”

“And…?” Treize asked as he gently kissed one bruise after the other. “Is it helping? Does it feel better?”

Milliardo, shivering in delight, moaned. “Yes… much better…feels much better,” he whispered breathlessly. He braced himself with one hand on the older man's shoulder, the other hand tangled in wet, ginger-blond hair. “Don't stop.”

Treize had no intention of stopping. He slowly kissed his way down Milliardo's firm abdomen. His hot tongue dipped into the small indentation of his lover's navel, and the grip on his shoulder tightened instantly. A soft smirk curved his lips as he let his tongue flicker once more. Milliardo's moaning was like music to his ears. The younger man was so delightfully sensitive. Treize could already feel his lover's erecting press against his chest, and that alone was enough to send a rush of blood straight to his groin.

His hands wandered over Milliardo's lower back, his fingertips ghosting over the smooth, wet skin, as he trailed more butterfly kisses over the younger man's stomach, until he reached the soft patch of blond curls just above his lover's manhood.

“How about here?” he asked huskily. “Does this feel good too?”

The blond drew a sharp breath and threw his head back as Treize breathed softly over the tip of his already weeping erection, before kissing it. “Treize…!” he gasped.

The older man chuckled. “I'll take that as a yes.” He licked his lips before taking Milliardo into his mouth. He could feel the rigid shaft throb as he ran his tongue over it.

“Uhmmmm…” Milliardo fingers tightened in his lover's hair. That hot wetness suddenly enveloping his manhood sent a surge of pleasure through his body. A soft whimper left him. “Oh god…Treize!”

Treize's tongue circled the very top of his lover's manhood. He licked away a few drops of pre-cum, tasting Milliardo's unique essence in the bittersweet liquid. The tip of his hot tongue flickered back and forth across the little hole, sucking gently each time it wept. One hand reached between the young man's thighs; long fingers caressed the heavy, silky sacs.

 

"Ahh!!" Milliardo cried out sharply and his hips hitched up a little.

 

A small growling noise came from the older man as he took the blond deeper and deeper into his mouth, while his fingers fondled the lovely ball sac, squeezing it softly. He gazed up at his lover's face. Another growl, deep and feral escaped his throat at the sight. Milliardo looked positively stunning. Strands of wet hair framed his face. His cheeks were flushed, ice-blue eyes clouded with desire, his passion swollen lips slightly parted as he panted breathlessly.

 

“Treize…” he gasped.

 

Hearing the blond whisper his name in ecstasy, Treize couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have met Milliardo. But at the same time he also wondered how they had ever managed to fall in love, as different as they were. Milliardo was such a he carefree rebel, while he, Treize, had always been a lot more rational and level headed. Milliardo was spontaneous in everything he did, even lovemaking. Before they met, Treize would have never even considered having sex in the shower, or the backseat of a car - or on the desk in their office for that matter. Perhaps he was more of a romantic when it came to making love. He liked to take his time and preferred long, drawn-out foreplay. Milliardo was usually the first to come, but he was also the first to bounce back and ready for a second round, when Treize just wanted to cuddle up and bask in the afterglow. They'd both learned to compromise, and perhaps that was what love was all about.

 

Treize could feel the young man tremble. Testicles shuddered; indicating the imminent climax. He continued to let his throat muscles work that long shaft inside of him and rubbed is tongue against it as he pulled away, to let Milliardo know that he was ready and eagerly waiting for his release.

Milliardo's hips moved back and forth, of their own will, as his fingers tangled themselves in his lover's hair. He gasped and moaned at every move the older man made, until he tensed, his hips jerking up one final time. He spilled his hot seed into his lover's mouth. His grip on Treize tightened as wave after crashing wave of pleasure surged through him, leaving him worn out but sated. “Oh god,” he panted. “That was incredible. You are incredible, Treize.”

“I'm glad you think so.” Treize smiled as he rose slowly, embracing his still trembling lover and kissing him tenderly.

Milliardo could taste himself on the older man's lips. He closed his eyes as he returned the kiss passionately. “Treize,” he whispered after their lips finally parted. “I want you inside me.”

“I don't know if that's a good idea today,” the older man disagreed. “I don't want to hurt you even more.”

The blond sighed. “Will you stop treating me like an invalid? I don't even have any broken bones.” Milliardo cupped his lovers face and kissed him gently. “I'm not asking you to lie on top of my. So in a way THIS is actually perfect. Besides…” Ice-blue eyes sparkled mischievously as he pressed there bodies together, grinding his hip suggestively against the older man's erecting. “…something tells me that you want this as much as I do.”

Treize gave a low growl.

Milliardo laughed and nipped at his lover's earlobe as he reached out, his fingers searching for a small tube sitting on the corner shelf amidst bottles of shampoo, conditioner and body-wash. He found it and handed the lubricant off to the other man. After one more brief but affectionate nuzzle he turned, bracing himself against the wall, his hands on either side of his head.

For a moment Treize still seemed hesitant, then he sighed. Truth was that Milliardo was right. By now his rigid shaft was throbbing, and his body aching for release.

"Spread your legs for me." Treize coed as opened the tube to cover his shaft with the lubricant before sliding a well-coated finger deep into the younger man's body. With the other hand he pushed Milliardo's hair aside, dipped his head and gently kissed his lover's neck. He nuzzled and nipped at the soft flesh, cleverly distracting his lover as he added a second finger to stretch him.

Milliardo's soft moans turned into hitched breaths as Treize's fingertips brushed gently against his prostate. Soon, he started to move his hips, pushing back against his lover's fingers.

Slowly, Treize pulled his fingers out and positioned himself. He snaked one arm around Milliardo's waist as he probed the tight opening with his shaft, wedging the blunt head between his lover's firm, round cheeks. “Are you really sure you want to do this?” he asked, giving the blond one last chance to change his mind.

“Yes.” Milliardo growled. “Just do it.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Treize began to push against the tight entrance. "Relax, Milliardo," he whispered, cheeks flushed from sheer desire.

Milliardo complied and tried to relax his body as much as he could. There was a spasm of momentary pain as Treize entered him, but he knew from experience that it would soon be replaced by a feeling of bliss.

"Uhnn!" Treize moaned. “Still so tight,” he breathed, holding himself perfectly still, until he felt Milliardo muscles relax around him. "Feels so good... so very, very good..." He trailed soft kisses along his lover's shoulder and down to his neck, savoring the slightly salty taste of the heated skin.

His hot breath sent shivers down Milliardo's spine. A low, primitive sound escaped the blond, half growl, half purr, as Treize started slowly to push deeper. The sensation of slowly being filled by his lover was incredible.

Treize threw his head back as he gave another thrust and gained several more inches at once. He was already on the edge because of Milliardo's tightness and heat. He forced himself to take slow even breaths because he wanted to make it last. He withdrew most of the way and then thrust in again, aiming for his lover's prostate as he did. A gasp escaping from the young man's lips indicated that he hit his target.

Milliardo groaned in a mixture of delight and frustration as Treize's long finger's wrapped around his hardening shaft, stroking it at the same maddening slow pace he was thrusting into him. “Treize, are you trying to drive me insane?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

A low chuckle bubbled from the other man's throat, as he picked up the pace. “You are always so impatient, Dear.” His own voice was strained as the need for release and the desire to prolong this sweet torture just a little more ran rampage in his body.

Milliardo's body shook with every thrust as Treize's moves became more rapid and forceful. Sweet moans of pleasure left his lips every time the older man's shaft brushed against his prostate.

As Treize felt himself getting closer to the edge, he began to pump his lover's manhood faster. Feeling the firm shaft pulsate beneath his fingers was incredibly erotic. As Milliardo came with a powerful shudder, his inner muscles clenched tightly around Treize's throbbing erection. The older man called out his lovers name as he too climaxed. He couldn't hold back a whimper each time another spasm of pleasure hit him. As he fell back down to earth his begs nearly buckled, and he collapsed against his lover. His head resting on the younger man's shoulder he panted breathlessly. “Milliardo, I love you!”

“I love you too,” Milliardo replied, his voice somewhat strained. “But would you mind moving? You are kind of heavy.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” The tawny haired man pushed himself up instantly. “Are you alright? I didn't mean to lean on you like that.”

The blond smiled as he turned, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck. “It's quite alright,” he whispered. “Usually it's the other way around, isn't it? I'm always the one leaning on you, and you are always there to support me.”

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T.B.C.

 

Author's Note: 

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