Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Indian Sunrise ❯ Pieces of His Past ( Chapter 7 )

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I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters/events that I may reference within this story. I wish I did though…

Author's note: I went home this weekend so I decided to try and get another chapter out before heading back to school. I am hoping that you guys are still with me and that maybe some of you have so fun ideas for this little fanfic. To my great reviewers I would once again like to thank you for your words. I would also like to thank that kind person that told me last week that my chapter was missing a piece. I would have never known. Well here we go again!

Chapter 7

Pieces of His Past

I decided to wait in bed for Treize to return. I had no idea where he had disappeared to last night, but I was hoping that he would return with a new mindset…one that did not involve accosting me ever other minute…and forcing me into sexual situations…

 

I had been clothed in a shirt far too big to be something that Treize would dress me in…so I presumed it was something of his. The sleeves went well past my heads and the bottom hem pooled around my knees as I sat up in the bed to look around the room. For some reason I found myself not wanting to get up and walk around…it was as if I felt bound to my place…afraid that by stepping out of my designated area I would be punished by unseen foes that waited in the shadowy corners of the room.

 

The room was lavishly decorated. Pictures of seemingly priceless worth adorned each wall, along with sculptures crafted by masters in nearby corners. Everything seemed perfectly placed and ordered like a scene from some kind of home décor magazine, like the ones I had seen Sally reading once during the war. I wondered how a warrior such a Treize appreciated this kind of lavishness…then I remembered the man in question…Treize…you are a mystery to me.

 

It had seemed like forever since he had left for his “prior” engagement…I was curious to where he had gone to…not as if I missed him or anything…

 

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His hands…my hands…our hands together at last, forever entwined…I dreamed of him every night this week until another had finally entered my life...but honestly it did nothing but hide my pain and push it to the back of my mind for just a small amount of time. My heart missed him with the strongest passion that I had ever felt. My spirit ached and moaned every night when the midnight hour drew closer and closer, marking a new day with each chime of the large clock, on the far side of my bedroom nearest to the window, reminding me once again that he was and still is gone.

 

We would sit for hours together, making plans for our future and loving the few minutes we shared on the battle field…knowing well we would be together once again at the battle's end…but not caring…like love sick teenagers…mooning over each other like nothing else in the world mattered…nothing and no one did matter… never…never my love…my angel…my heart…my dearest dearest dearest…where have you gone?

 

I long for you every hour of everyday…not that I care to admit it to anyone…ever…I have only the fondest memories in my mind of him…I have cast off the horrible memories of him leaving and replaced them with ones of a fabricated nature…however one memory still rings true to me…brighter than all the rest…my dearest Zechs…why have you left?

 

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I had seen him waiting; braced against a far off pillar with an equally far off look in his blue eyes. His quiet sexual prowess seemed to linger about him as youthful women passed with soft sighs of discontent, due to his obvious lack of interest. I laughed to myself as I slowly made my approach through the masses to where he stood only fifty feet away. He was waiting for me…and I was tempted to ravish him now…

 

The world assumed he was dressed for warmth, but I could tell he actually dressed for me. His double-breasted jacket hugged him through the torso despite his lean physique, as did the form fitting pants that clung to his slender extremities. He was dressed well enough to look like a real person, but obviously, he was waiting to feel my hands through the thin fabric of his tight pants and my hot breath down the high collar of his jacket. He would have me, but first I would have him.

 

I kissed Zechs as one would kiss a lover after years of separation; though I had only been absent for five months. His lips were warm and sweet as I captured them. I had caught him off guard, and simply trapped his head with my gloved hands, forcing him to face me. His face twisted with slight disgust, until he realized it was I, returning to claim him once again.

 

“Treize….” He sighed into the kiss as he threw his arms around my neck to bring me close to him, just slightly standing on his toes to reach me fully.

 

He was almost a full head shorter than I was. However, his height was perfect for those moments after lovemaking; that five minute state fueled by the need to cuddle close and feel skin against skin. How I had missed those moments while away in the war…I had been forced to leave him here to finish his work in eastern Europe, but now I had returned and was there to claim him once again.

 

I had freed his lips after one long, lingering kiss and simply allowed him to hug me tightly. His arms held me near to him as he buried his face into my shabby overcoat. My hands ran over his long, beautiful blonde hair in a futile attempt to smooth the wild tresses down flat. He had cut his hair since my departure to space…not that it bothered me too much honestly…it was just different…if only minutely enough for a lover such as I to notice… it was still different… He was not the little angel that I had left behind. He had transformed into a striking young man of the revolution without his uniform on and I loved the image of him that I was seeing right now.

 

My Zechs laughed at me as he backed away to lean on the pillar again. He wanted to play, but I just wanted him. His eyes beamed at me as I moved to bridge the gap between us, not caring what the people around us though by our display. My hands gripped his waist possessively, needing to feel him more than ever. We kissed again, this time with a strong heated passion. My hands roamed his body as we stood together…I needed him.

 

“Stop this game my little one.” Growled as he pulled away, gasping for air.

 

“Treize-“

 

I dominated him again. He was mine and I wanted everyone around us to see how much I had missed his company. I held him tightly in lip-locked desire, until I felt his chest tighten from lack of air…I guess I should let my baby breathe…He pulled away and leaned on the wall with a smirk plastered on his fast as he gathered his breath.

 

“I have missed you Treize.” He said as a sly smile claimed his handsome features. “Were the men in space as pleasing as me?”

 

“None were as lovely as you.” I stated quickly, knowing very well that his question was plainly a test. “I thought of you every day.”

 

He smiled warmly at me. I loved his smile more than anything. I could tell he was trying to focus on me, but his eyes moved to glance down the platform to where a large group of people congregated to gather their belongings from the luggage car. I knew he was thinking about retrieving my bags…and silently hoping that I had thought of him and brought something home from the colonies. Of course I had thought of him, and like any love addicted soldier, I had filled one of my bags with more things for him than I had anticipated. Meaning for me, that I had needed to buy a third suitcase while away, to accommodate the tokens of love that I brought home to earth for Zechs.

 

He waited to speak until the crowd had lessened in size, knowing well that I would not wait in line for anyone...except him of course.

 

“Shall we go now…I assume you have luggage and other things that need to be collected-“

 

“Give me one more minute, my dear. I merely wish to stay a while longer.” I mumbled as I pulled him to my chest in a rough embrace…I just needed to feel that it was not a dream that we were here together. My hand grasped his, lacing our gloved fingers together as I spoke.”I truly have missed you.”

 

He sighed and nuzzled his face into my coat once again. “I'm glad we're together again.”

 

“As am I, dearest.”

 

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I awoke in one of my many guest bedrooms. A half emptied bottle of scotch lay next to me on the floor, by the burnt out fireplace. The events of last night were a blur…I remembered being in my study when…my little Chang…I've left him alone all night in my room…what must he think of me…leaving him all alone to go drink away the memories of my former lover…I must return to him…Poor doll.