Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lessons ❯ Teaching Sensei ( Chapter 3 )

*Edited 11/7/05: Better Japanese now! Yay!

 

WARNING: Lemon ahead

 

 

Note: More Japanese will be in this chapter and the next ones. I'll have the translations at the end of each chapter as usual. : )

 

 

 

Chapter 3: Teaching Sensei

 

Heero stood there staring at Zechs's door for a while before he got the courage to knock. What was he suppose to say? What should he do? Heero had never felt so lost, and yet so excited in his life. The fact that he was a little excited about this was the creepy part. Honestly, this was Zechs Marquise! The man he had fought against literally from day one back during the war. What did he expect Heero to do? Okay…stupid question.

 

“Come in.” A sultry voice replied.

 

//Ochitsuke*, Heero, ochitsukeru// Heero slowly opened the door, and then slipped in as fast as he could, like he was afraid to be caught by some unknown onlooker. Closing the door, Heero leaned against it, too anxious to venture any further into the room.

 

He had a clear view of the room that he had entered. The fire burning in the river stone fireplace on his left delicately lit the large room. A few windows were covered by drapes that matched the bed set, thick enough to block out the moonlight. The bed right next to the door on Heero's right was a large four-poster, definitely a king, which had a canopy with long curtains tied back to the posts. Then there, at the velvet love seat in front of the fireplace, sat Zechs.

 

Heero blushed at the sight of the man, sitting in nothing but a robe, looking up and smiling at him. The man was handsome. Heero had never really thought about him in that sense. With his long, platinum blonde hair and cool blue eyes, the man could get anyone he wanted //and he wants me?//.

 

Zechs got up and walked over. Stopping in front of him, Zechs surveyed him with his eyes. Heero had a hard time trying to figure out what to wear. Should he stay in the same clothes or wear pajamas. He opted for his silk pajama bottoms and robe that he had received from Quatre as a gift for his `birthday'. He had apparently hacked into his file and found his fake birth date. At first, he grumbled at the gesture, thinking that Quatre had strange tastes. But now, he was happy for the gift, and his decision to wear it. Seeing Zechs's sweet smile was way better than the annoyed look he would have gotten from his other choice.

 

“I'm surprised. You're actually in a robe.” Zechs lightly touched the exposed skin above Heero's robe with his fingertips, making Heero close his eyes and breathe a little faster. Why does his touch feel so good?

 

Zechs chuckled at Heero's reaction, then mover his hand to Heero's chin, pushing it so he had to look into those cool blue eyes. “Do you know how to kiss?” Zechs whispered, his face barely an inch away.

 

Heero felt his heart skip a beat, causing him to fall back on his training. “I know the correct method if that's… ”

 

That was as far as he got before Zechs moved onto his mouth. Heero's eyes fluttered shut. The kiss was soft, but with an insistence behind it. Zechs pulled back after a while, as if to survey Heero's reaction. What ever he saw made him smile and swoop down again while moving his hand behind Heero's neck, pulling him forward for a more demanding kiss.

 

Heero felt Zechs's tongue caress his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Heero shocked himself as he opened his mouth to the onslaught of that tongue. It explored his mouth with a passion he had never felt before, to the point that he couldn't even hold back the groan it caused.

 

Zechs wasn't idle with his hands either, as he slid under Heero's silk robe, around to his back, pulling his body against his own. Feeling Zechs's body against him, Heero couldn't help but put his arms around him as the kiss intensified.

 

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Zechs had been right; Heero was sweet, hot, and way more sexual than he ever let on. And deliciously shy about it. The boy blushed and shivered even as he pushed himself closer to Zechs. He moved his hand down Heero's bare back, feeling his tight muscles through that soft skin. He tensed at first, but then gave into his touch, just as Zechs hoped he would.

 

Zechs pulled back his tongue from the kiss and coaxed Heero's to follow. It did. That virgin tongue tasted him with obvious curiosity as it explored every crevice of his mouth.

 

They didn't let up until both of their lungs were screaming for air. Breathing heavily, Zechs looked into Heero's eyes, trying to read as many of the feelings there as possible. He saw hints of many things: arousal, surprise, lust…but his brow furrowed when he saw the other feeling in those midnight blue eyes; a hint of fear.

 

It was beyond obvious that the boy had never done anything like this, so he might be a little afraid. That was natural. But he didn't like the possibility that Heero was forcing himself to do this because of the wager. He had to make sure. Zechs wasn't such a hound that he would take advantage of the guy, just because he had won the bet. He wanted Heero to enjoy this.

 

Zechs took both his hands and cupped Heero's face. “Are you afraid of this?”

 

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Heero was a little taken aback by Zechs's question. Perhaps, well, maybe a little worried, but afraid was too strong a word. But that was normal…right? Okay, so maybe Heero wasn't very qualified to decide on what feelings were normal, but everyone always said that your first was always a little `scary'.

 

The only thing that really bothered Heero was the rumor that it hurt. Not that he couldn't handle pain, mind you, but he'd rather not have to. But how to ask such a question without sounding, for lack of a better word, stupid?

 

Zechs's eyes narrowed a bit and his hands fell away from his face. “I refuse to fuck someone against their will.” Zechs said flatly.

 

That's what Zechs thought? That he was doing this against Heero's will? “No, it's not…” Heero started, trying to get the right words out. //chigau-yo*// “It's not that.” Heero confessed, looking at his feet as if they could tell him the right way to explain this.

 

Zechs's hand tugged Heero's chin up again to look into his eyes. His look had softened. “What is it?”

 

“Does it…I mean, I've heard…” Heero couldn't finish the sentence, but instead gave Zechs the best `you know?' look he could muster.

 

Apparently Zechs had been able to read him. He placed a small kiss on Heero's lips and smiled. “It only really hurts if it's done incorrectly.”

 

Heero blushed a crimson red color. He was happy that Zechs had picked up on his concern, but irritated that he had such a fear in the first place.

 

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Zechs was glad that was what was bothering him and not something else. Heero clearly looked annoyed of himself, having to confess a fear was not something a pilot liked to do. Zechs slipped his hand behind Heero's neck then kissed him deeply. Pulling away, Zechs whispered into his ear. “Anything else?”

 

Zechs started trailing kisses down Heero's neck, waiting for a reply. Heero bending his neck to give him easier access was answer enough. He tasted like herbal soap mixed in with his own natural taste. Zechs took his time to smell his hair as well, which had a spicy musk to it. Zechs couldn't help but wonder what Heero's member tasted and smelled like. His own twitched in arousal at the thought.

 

He slid Heero's robe of his shoulder, kissing and sucking his way to the collarbone, causing Heero to moan softly. The boy was trying to muffle his own noises, he could tell. Hearing his partners cry out in pleasure was one of Zechs's favorite pastimes. He was somehow going to have to get Heero to let go in that area. But, due to his shyness at the moment, Zechs would have to get to that later. But he was pleased to feel shy hands start to slowly steal their way up his back. Then, coming back down, they rested on his hips.

 

Reaching the middle of Heero's throat with his lips, Zechs untied the strap to Heero's robe and slid it off his shoulders. Heero obediently let his arms drop so the garment fell to the floor. With Heero's chest finally visible, Zechs traced his muscles with light touches as they kissed. The contradiction of the hard muscles under the silk skin sent pleasure through Zechs's fingertips.

 

He then felt a soft tug on his own robe strap, but curious hands still seemed too timid to actually unfasten it. He couldn't help but smile against Heero's lips. It was like Heero was asking for permission. //I guess this means I'm the sensei on this little venture//.

 

Not minding the dominant role in the least, Zechs turned them towards the bed and sat him down on the edge. He then covered Heero's hands, which were still toying with the robe strap, and moved them to the knot in the front. “Untie it.”

 

Heero did as he was asked and Zechs slid his robe off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Heero reached out to touch his stomach, but then slightly retracted his hands. Again, almost as if he were uncertain that he was allowed. Zechs chuckled as he took Heero's hands and placed them on his own stomach.

 

Heero's touches were light, almost ghostlike, as he explored Zechs's stomach and chest. It was surprising that the same hands that had left bruises on Zechs's body could touch so delicately. Zechs closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the examination. Heero then traced the small line of hair from his navel to the top of his boxers, making him moan and his cock jump in anticipation.

 

Opening his eyes, Zechs looked down at his blushing partner. Their eyes met and Heero moved back onto the bed more as Zechs sat down beside him. Heero's eyes, now glazed over with lust more than anything, still had a hint of worry in them. But, Zechs could tell from the way he was acting that Heero was worried about not knowing what to do, or what was okay. Who would have thought that such a strong, independent man would be so bashful and uncertain in bed? The paradox was delectable.

 

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Heero's brain was so hormone-addled that he had a hard time trying to figure out what to do. When their eyes met, he had gotten the feeling that Zechs was going to sit down, so he moved back, but other than that…he was beyond lost. //dou suru-no*// Everything the man had done to him felt nicer than anything ever had. The kissing, the touches…but Heero didn't know how to do such things, the art of lovemaking not being on the list of required training.

 

Zechs smiled as he lifted his hand to caress Heero's cheek. “I guess we have switched roles.”

 

Heero found himself leaning into that touch. “What do you mean?”

 

Zechs leaned in, as if to kiss him. “Now you can call me sensei.” Zechs kissed him and slowly lowered him to lie down. His lips left Heero's and began working their way towards his nipple.

 

“So these are my lessons?” Heero asked a second before he let out an uncharacteristic yip from Zechs's tongue dancing around his nipple. He felt Zechs smile against his chest because of his outburst.

 

Giving his nipple one last lick, Zechs looked up. “Yes, and lesson one: Sensei likes noise…” Zechs dawned a wolfish grin as he slid his hand down to Heero's tented silk pants. “Lots of noise.” He felt Zechs's hand slip under his pants and stroke his shaft, making Heero let out a breathy yell and arch his back.

 

Heero was still in a daze when he replied, “wakata*.” When he regained his senses after the little jolt, his eyes met with a very pleased Zechs. Heero wasn't usually loud…the very opposite, in fact. But if Zechs liked it so much, and if he kept on doing things like that, Heero could manage.

 

Zechs lightly toyed with Heero, stroking his cock and circling his nipple with his tongue. All the while making Heero groan and writhe under him. The smallest flick of Zechs's tongue or smallest touch on his cock sent mind-shattering pulses through Heero's body. Zechs seemed to know exactly what to do to get what he wanted, considering that Heero was now not only loud, but also babbling in incoherent Japanese. “Sugoku ii*…Aaahhh…”

 

After what seemed like and eternity, Zechs pulled away to lie on his own back. Taking Heero's arm, Zechs pulled him on top of himself. “Now for lesson two: foreplay.”

 

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The sight and sound of Heero was making Zechs too horny to concentrate. When Heero let go, he was very exotic to watch. The fact that he spoke in his native language when his mind was overloaded was far too enticing to not exploit. Zechs was having fun getting the shy boy to moan in it.

 

But, he could tell that if he wanted anything done to himself, he would have to give some direction. So Zechs laid back and pulled the boy on top of him to give him his next lesson.

 

“Foreplay?” Heero hazily questioned.

 

Zechs smiled, Heero was beyond clueless. “Yes. Do some of the things that I have been doing to you, to me.”

 

Zechs could see Heero tint a darker color of red. “The same things?”

 

“Not just. Wing it, 01,” Zechs ordered.

 

Heero bit his lip in thought then leaned down to kiss Zechs's neck. The first few kisses were light, in fact they almost tickled, but Heero was soon getting the hang of it as he worked his way down to the nipple. Heero didn't just kiss, but rather experimented by licking, sucking, and even lightly nipping at Zechs's flesh. Heero's movements were making Zechs gasp in arousal and surprise //Fuck, he's a fast learner//.

 

Heero grew bolder as he reached down Zechs's boxers and palmed his erection. He let out a gruff yell as Heero took the small amount of precum and used it to circle the head of his cock. Heero became so tantalizing in his touches that Zechs even let out a small whine of regret when Heero pulled back.

 

“Like that, sensei?” Heero playfully asked, with almost a smile.

 

Zechs couldn't help at smirk at Heero's attempt to play along. Zechs grabbed his ass and pulled him up closer, making him gasp as their erections rubbed against one another. “Not bad,” Zechs said with a low tone.

 

“What are you going to teach me next? Anything to do with the way you just grabbed me?”

 

Zechs felt a rush of pleasure go through him from what Heero was implying. True, it was most likely an innocent question, but from the way Heero was now acting, Zechs wasn't going to take it as such.

 

He growled as he rolled them over, placing himself on top. They both gasped as they felt the delicious friction between them. Zechs grabbed Heero's hands and held the above his head as he began to kiss his lights out. He then took his other hand and began to work Heero's pants down.

 

After sliding them down the best he could, Zechs sat up to finish the job and remove his own as well. He saw Heero blush as he eyed him; lingering a bit on Zechs's erect manhood. He smiled as he worked his way between Heero's legs, lying down on top once more.

 

Zechs gave him a deep kiss. “I wanted to teach you more, but…” Zechs grabbed the back of Heero's thigh, raising his leg up and making him shudder, “I want to be in you. Now.”

 

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Zechs devoured his lips again then worked his way down to Heero's weeping cock. Heero writhed under him then let out a throaty yell as Zechs took his cock down his throat. The feeling of that hot, wet mouth around him was almost excruciatingly pleasurable. Zechs's tongue danced around his cock as he rolled Heero's balls in their sac.

 

Heero watched with curiosity as Zechs reach for something that was lying on the bed. He soon felt a slick finger circling his entrance. Zechs must have felt him tense, because he stopped to look up at him. “I need to prepare you. Just relax you body.”

 

All Heero could manage was a whine as Zechs took him in his mouth again. Heero tried to concentrate on that mouth as he felt a finger poke through. Expecting pain, Heero was surprised that all he felt was immense pleasure, nothing else. Except the need for more.

 

That need was answered as another finger joined the first, massaging him from the inside. Heero found himself trying to move to the same rhythm as those fingers, craving more. Zechs's fingers curled as they hit something inside of Heero, making him let out a hoarse cry.

 

Zechs moved up to him and whispered in his ear. “That's your prostate. I'm going to try and hit that every time I enter you.”

 

Heero shuttered in anticipation from those words. “Onegai*!” Heero practically begged.

 

Heero's reply seemed to please Zechs as he took him down his throat again. Zechs's mouth was so talented that, in no time, he was done with the preparations and Zechs's mouth pulled away, causing Heero to whined because of the lost sensation.

 

Zechs leaned over Heero and gave him a kiss, running his tongue over Heero's, as if to make sure he would taste himself on Zechs's lips. “Are you ready?”

 

“Kimi-ga hoshii*,” Heero answered. In his mind he could have swore he said that in English, but the language didn't seem to matter when it came to Zechs. It even seemed that Zechs was starting to prefer it.

 

Using one hand to direct his cock, Zechs took the other to hold Heero's hands above his head again. Zechs kissed him deeply as he slowly pressed his way in. The feel of that cock inside him, slowly inching in, caused Heero to break the kiss to let out an airy moan. Zechs took his time until he was sheathed all the way to the hilt in Heero and let out a low growl. He rested his forehead on Heero's, waiting for him to adjust to his size.

 

Having Zechs inside of him felt more amazing than he had expected, it barely even burned when he entered. He didn't think it could get any better, until he felt Zechs slowly beginning to move. He heard Zechs let out a few gasps of him own as he sped up the pace. The hot friction of Zechs moving in and out of him was driving Heero mad. He wanted more, as much as Zechs would give him. “Oh God, Zechs…oh…motto hayaku*!”

 

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Heero was so hot and tight that Zechs had a hard time going slow, afraid he might hurt the boy, since this was obviously his first in every aspect. But, when Heero started moving with him and moaning Japanese in the sexiest voice he had ever heard, he lost it and began pounding that tightness closer and closer to coming. The fear of hurting him slipped out of his mind that was now filled with wanton lust.

 

He knew that Heero wouldn't last too long, as he slowly felt the walls around his cock tightening. Zechs gripped Heero's erection with a slickened hand and adjusted himself to find Heero's sweet spot again. Zechs could tell that he was hitting it every time now as he felt Heero's hips bucking off the bed with every thrust. Heero came hard, causing his back to arch as he let out a silent scream.

 

It was the most erotic sight Zechs had ever seen, knowing that he had driven this powerful soldier to his knees with pleasure. That though alone almost made him come. But it was a loosing battle as he felt Heero's walls constrict around him, setting Zechs off on his own earth-shattering orgasm. They both moaned in their own respective languages as they rode the waves of bliss for as long as they could before collapsing.

 

They both lay against each other for a while, breathing heavily, until Zechs got enough energy to roll off.

 

Heero sounded whipped out as he whispered in his native tongue. “Sugee*.”

 

Zechs smiled as he reached for the wet towel that he had prepared earlier and cleaned them up. He didn't know what `Sugee' actually meant, but he had a good idea. Heero didn't know how sexy it was to speak a different language in bed, especially when it was natural. Zechs had picked up French and Italian over the years, but he wasn't fluent enough to fire it off during sex.

 

Heero had found his way under the covers as Zechs crawled in beside him. Heero wrapped an arm around Zechs's chest and laid his head over his heart. Zechs felt him shift a little as he spoke. “Did I pass?”

 

Zechs couldn't suppress a chuckle. “This round. How did I do?”

 

“Sugoku yokatta*…” With that, Heero fell asleep. Zechs smiled, relishing his delicious conquest. Zechs peered over at his wall to the calendar. Three more weeks…what all could he teach him in three weeks?

 

With millions of ideas running through his head, Zechs drifted off to sleep.

 

 

 

Yay! My first Lemon!

 

*Japanese terms*

Ochitsuke(ru)- calm down

Chigau-yo - that's not it

Wakata- got it

Onegai- please

Kimi ga hoshii - I want you

Motto hayaku- faster

Sugee - wow; amazing

Sugoku yokatta - that was amazing