Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lessons ❯ Motivation ( Chapter 2 )

11/7/05: A few revisions, mostly adding Japanese and a few fine points.

 

Chapter 2: Motivation

 

`Cottage' was not the right word for the place that Relena's men took him to. It had at least ten rooms, not including the kitchen, library, two dens, living room, and gym. Perhaps the outside had the style of a cottage, but that was about it. It wasn't as lavished as the normal Sanque accommodations, much to Zechs's approval.

 

“Captain Yuy is already inside, your highness.” A tall and wiry man said. He bowed and got back in the car, almost afraid of being there too long.

 

“Is this place suppose to be haunted or something?” Zechs asked the remaining guard, whom was standing outside of the car.

 

“No, sir. It's just…Captain Yuy gave very clear instructions for your safety.”

 

“Instructions?” Zechs mused. Only Heero Yuy could rattle up men like this.

 

“Yes, sir. He ordered that no one approach the house but Relena, Captain Yuy himself, and you, Mr. Peacecraft. Anyone else will be shot, no questions asked. And frankly sir, Captain Yuy is not one to joke.” The man bowed to Zechs and drove away with the others. Yuy was intimidating even when he wasn't seen…maybe even more so. Just one of the many things that turned Zechs on about `Captain Yuy'.

 

Zechs walked into the gym to see Yuy checking out the equipment. He could tell that Yuy had noticed his arrival, but was making no effort to greet him. The way he was acting gave Zechs a sneaking suspicion that Yuy didn't want to be here, let alone with him. How the hell did Relena get him to agree to this? Some people, mostly tabloids, hinted at the idea of the dashing `boy who saved the earth' and Relena being an item. Zechs had always doubted it, but this stunt might be a little evidence toward the idea of them being a couple. Zechs frowned at the idea, the thought of those two being together was damn near ruined his appetite for the good captain. //Damn near…//.

 

Shaking the thought out of his mind, he walked up to Heero.

 

# # # #

 

“I was surprised to hear you were going to be my playmate,” the arrogant blonde chided. Heero had noticed the man's entrance, but really didn't know what to say. Meeting each other outside the battleground had never occurred as a possible scenario in Heero's mind.

 

“Count yourself un-lucky,” Heero growled. How the hell did Relena talk him into this? He wasn't a babysitter. He had only given her a way to reach him for emergencies, not favors. Damn it all. Next time he was giving Duo the emergency e-mail address. At least he would just write to him constantly, not call him up for no reason.

 

Zechs remained close to Heero, still smiling. “Do you really think you are that much better than me, Yuy?”

 

Heero had to admit, the idea of having a challenge now days was tantalizing. A challenge without having to worry about death, destruction, or orders was a new experience. But then again, now he was the mentor, not just a sparring buddy. That would make it more difficult. He's never taught anyone anything before. How the hell do you start, how did all of his mentors start?

 

//Establish you dominance over the pupil//. Good plan.

 

“Obviously, if I have been asked to teach you,” Heero pointed out and noted that the smile on Zechs's face was gone and his eyes had narrowed.

 

“Very well.” Zechs inched his body closer to Heero's. “What are you going to teach me?”

 

His proximity to such a well-known fighter and the sound of his voice made Heero inadvertently shiver. Now why had he done that? It was not out of fear but…but…it was beyond annoying when your body does something you yourself cannot explain.

 

Zechs's smile returned, as if proud of his effect on Heero. He did that a lot, Heero remembered. The only time they had really spent alone was in the Artic. Even then, Zechs liked to toy with him, but in a different way than on the battlefield. He liked to get reactions out of Heero, well, more specifically, Heero's body. He did things that made him feel…funny. Luckily, Trowa had been with him and was able to shed a little light on the subject, not that it had helped him much…

 

“He's trying to get you.” Trowa had stated as they walked away from an annoyed Zechs.

 

Heero looked back to see Zechs mumbling under his breath as he walked down the other corridor. “Get me? Then why waste time saying he wants to duel me?” Heero questioned him.

 

Trowa shook his head. “Not that. The other way.”

 

Heero gave him a very questioning look. “Explain.”

 

With that, Trowa's eyebrows shot up. “You know….” Heero just blinked at him. What the hell was he talking about? “You really don't get it, huh?”

 

“If I understood, then I wouldn't be asking.”

 

Trowa smiled a very soft smile as he walked forward. The type of smile you would give a child if they had just asked a cute question. “He's trying to get you in bed. You know, to sleep with him.”

 

Heero stopped in his tracks and felt his cheeks flush.. He understood that.

 

“He…he…was trying to… `pick me up'?” He stuttered out, quoting Duo's term.

 

Trowa turned around to face him, widening his smile. “A first for you?”

 

All Heero could manage was bobbing his head for a reply. The Lightening Count was trying to have sex with him. The realization alone fried his brain.

 

Trowa began to walk again while Heero trudged behind, too lost in thought. Trowa looked back at him, now with a strait face. “Don't worry too much about it. He's not falling for you or anything.”

 

“But you just said he wants to sleep with me.”

 

“I was putting it delicately. I sensed a lot of lust coming from him, but not love.”

 

Heero caught up with him. “You can sense such things?”

 

“Yea, kind of a sixth sense for living around a bunch of horny guys all my life. Zechs isn't interested in a long courtship. From what I can see, `fuck you into the mattress' is the more correct term.”

 

Heero just kept staring at the floor. //Sou-na*//.

 

After their duel together, Heero had forgotten completely about it, logging it away as useless information. But now the event came flooding back to him. Did Zechs still feel that way? Great, now Heero was paranoid.

 

He was able to keep a strait face long enough to look into Zechs's eyes. “We will start tomorrow morning, seven a.m. sharp. Meet me here.” Heero walked out, leaving the blonde to think what he will. This little `favor' was turning out to be more troublesome than he had predicted.

 

# # # #

 

Zechs arrived the next morning on time. This gave Heero the intonation that Zechs was at least interested in fighting, but whether or not he would listen to instruction was beyond him.

 

“Good morning, `Captain Yuy'.” Zechs smiled with obvious sarcasm as he walked up.

 

Heero glared at him. “My rank bothers you?”

 

“No. It's just odd for you to have one, from my point of view. I doubt I'll get use to it.”

 

In truth, Heero didn't much care for it either. “Neither will I.”

 

Zechs raised an eyebrow. “You do not care for it?”

 

“The idea of rank can be useful, but it is more annoying than anything during these times. Instead of immediately following orders, all I hear in mindless droning.”

 

Zechs chuckled. “I can relate.”

 

Heero smiled to himself. Perhaps they will get along. //Just not along too well//. Looking up, he saw Zechs thinking on something. “What do I call you then?”

 

“'Heero' will do.”

 

“I have a better name.”

 

Heero waited for him to say more, but nothing came. “It doesn't matter. Let's begin.” Heero walked to the opening in the room that he had created yesterday.

 

“Whatever you say, sensei.”

 

`Sensei'? He had never been called that before. Heero turned around. “You know Japanese terms?” Of course, sensei was a pretty cliché term. Most people knew it.

 

Zechs nodded. “A few. You speak it, right?”

 

A valid question. Unfortunately, people of Japanese decent that moved up to the colonies mostly lost their language and customs. Heero was one of the few exceptions. Most of the time you had to be in Japan or a total Japanese colony to hear it anymore.

 

“Not often, but yes.” Heero motioned Zechs to join him in the opening. Zechs smiled as he walked up.

 

“An interesting fact to know.”

 

# # # #

 

The first day went pretty smoothly, not that Zechs tried very hard. Being thrown down by Heero was more fun than winning anyway. He was happy to see that the boy hadn't changed much, and that he wasn't hostile towards him. Not that they ever were face to face.

 

Heero was just as strong and agile that Zechs had thought too, maybe even more so. The only problem Zechs might have to face was controlling himself around him. Having Heero's delicious body being so close and intertwined to his was intoxicating. Not to mention his smell, a strong spicy musk that sent sensations throughout Zechs's body, zeroing in on his groin…which was the problem. God, he wanted to fuck him.

 

But, Heero running across his semi-hard member in the middle of the session might scare the boy off at this point in time. It took most of the concentration he had to keep it from happening, so he hadn't beaten Heero once today.

 

The next few days didn't bear any fruit for his losing streak either. But he did get a little farther in swaying Heero…well, a little. It was hard, since Zechs knew he couldn't be too forceful, or he would scare the boy off…//or get my arm torn off//. Fuck, that man was strong.

 

Zechs had dropped a few hints during the sessions and flirted a little, but he couldn't tell if it was affecting Heero any, or if he had even noticed. He did catch a few shivers coming from him whenever he whispered in his ear, a good sign. But other than that, Zechs didn't pick up much, which only enticed him more.

 

Heero tried to be strong and demanding, but from the way he acted for Zechs's advances hinted at his shyness. Zechs couldn't help but imagine what it would be like; strong and powerful during the day, shy and yielding at night. //I bet he's a moaner//.At least he hoped.

 

That type of contradiction made Zechs groan in arousal as he lay on his bed, temped to touch himself while in the fantasy. Grudgingly, he decided against it and headed toward the shower.

 

It had been a whole week and he was still being thrown around like a rag doll. It was obvious he wasn't paying any attention to the duels, let alone any type of directions or advice Heero gave him. He could tell it was starting to piss his young sensei off. Zechs didn't want him mad, but his ego wouldn't let him act otherwise.

 

This day wasn't starting off any better. Heero had already been mopping the floor with him for about an hour when he let out a growl of impatience. “You're not even trying!”

 

Zechs was pinned to the ground with his arm twisted behind his back. “What makes you think that?” Zechs shot back.

 

It seemed with that comment Heero wasn't going to let him up. Wishing he could turn around to read Heero's face, Zechs tapped the floor mat in defeat. Heero released him and strode to the wall to lean against.

 

Zechs got up and stretched his arm. Any harder and the boy could have ripped it off. Zechs knew he could do way better than he had been, but his level of caring was too low to do anything about it.

 

“This is useless. You're not even trying, you don't listen to me, and you give too easily. I know you can do much better than you are. It is obvious you believe you do not need my instruction. But I beg to differ. And I refused to be blamed if you're assassinated”

 

Zechs walked over to the window opposite of the wall Heero was leaning against. “You're right, I can do better. I just don't have the motivation to do so.”

 

“Your life isn't motivation enough?” Zechs could feel Heero's eyes glaring at his back as he looked out the window.

 

Zechs turned around. “I Guess not.” He smiled. He didn't want to bait the boy, but at this point he couldn't help it, as his old mentality of dominance and superiority started rearing its head again.

 

Heero seemed to be pondering something. “Perhaps a wager then?”

 

The idea peaked Zechs's interest. “A wager?”

 

Heero held up three fingers. “Three days. If you do not manage to pin me in three days, then you will listen to every instruction I give you from that day forward.”

 

“And if I do? What do I get then?” Zechs smiled a wolfish grin. //You better say `you get me' or this isn't going to work//. But, most likely all Zechs could hope for was for him to say `what do you want?'.

 

Heero looked like he was warring with himself. Clearly he hadn't thought this through, which could really work to Zechs's benefit. But surprisingly, Heero finally looked up at him. “If you manage to pin me in those three days, then you get to do just that.”

 

What? Did Heero think that Zechs beating him would be gift enough? He wasn't that arrogant, was he? Zechs took a step forward, motioning with his hands. “Meaning…?”

 

To Zechs's awe, Heero turned deep red. He was so amazed by it that he almost missed what he said in response.

 

“Meaning you get to pin me…at night…” Heero didn't seem to have enough courage to look him in the eye or complete the sentence and Zechs couldn't blame him. Did he just offer himself as the prize?!

 

Zechs regained his cool as quickly as he could manage. “So, if I can't manage to pin you in three days, I'll be the obedient little student. But, if I do manage it, then I get to fuck you?”

 

Heero shivered at the bluntness of Zechs's comment. He looked like he would rather be anywhere but here. “Yes.”

 

Zechs put out his hand. “A wager, then?”

 

Heero shook it. “A wager. Tomorrow is day one.” With that, Heero walked out the door.

 

# # # #

 

Heero hurried as fast as he could to his room. Slipping in as quickly as possible, Heero made an uncharacteristic flop on the bed. //ikkene*!What the FUCK was I thinking?!//

 

It was true that the only thing that Heero could think of that Zechs might respond to was offering himself, but…but… //kuso*!//. This was bad. Heero would just have to make sure he doesn't succeed. He could manage that. It's not like he wants to be…to be fucked by Zechs…//do I?//.

 

It's true that the hints and double-meanings that Zechs had been using lately were getting to him, though he tried not to show it. But whether he showed it or not, his dreams were starting to betray him. Heero found it disturbing that more often than not, he woke up with a morning hard-on. Not because what caused it was a man, but the man who was managing it. There was no way he was lusting for Zechs!

 

Heero stared at the ceiling from his bed. There was no use worrying about it, it was said and done. All Heero had to do was defeat him every day. //yosh*// He could manage that.

 

# # # #

 

The first day zipped by with Zechs's face being plowed into the ground. Heero made good on his promise to himself not to let Zechs win. But, Heero had to admit that when Zechs was trying, the man was impressive. His moves were very fluid and his footwork was excellent. The only thing that Heero saw that needed help was his ability to read the enemy accurately. In that aspect, fighting in a mobile suit and fighting one-on-one were very different. But for now, Heero was keeping this speculation to himself.

 

Zechs didn't seem any less disheartened the next day when he walked in. In fact, he seemed almost excited. Who would have thought this would fire him up so? But it did.

 

On the second day, Heero was almost having trouble with him. However, the day still ended with Heero, a million, Zechs zero.

 

Heero could see Zechs's frustration after that day was over. Was he really that determined? The thought of it made Heero blush despite himself. Were conquests of the flesh that gratifying? Heero had no idea.

 

The third day of their wager, Zechs came in with fire in his eyes. Determined, it seemed, to win at least once today. Heero caught his desperate attitude in the moves Zechs did. They were chaotic, almost too hard to read now. But Heero still prevailed, until…

 

THUD! Suddenly Heero felt the coolness of the mat on his cheek. Heero had slipped up. Zechs had him on the ground with his arm twisted behind him like Heero had done so many times to the blonde.

 

Heero stayed still in shock until he felt Zechs's breath on his neck. “My room, 8:30. Don't be late…sensei.” Zechs whispered in his ear. Heero shivered as Zechs let him up and walked out of the room. //…tonight…//.

 

 

 

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Japanese:

Kuso - Shit!

Sou-na - No way.

Yosh - okay; alright; I can do this; let's do this

Ikkene - Shit, I fucked up!