Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lessons ❯ Shades ( Chapter 5 )

Revised 10/25/05: Will be revised again for better Japanese

 

 

Chapter 05: Shades

 

 

Zechs couldn't believe his luck. He was hoping to coax the quiet boy into his bed, but thanks to his attention to detail, he now had him every night. Well, until Heero `said so' anyway; a minor detail. Zechs found himself actually waiting for the sun to go down, standing outside on his balcony that overlooked the lake. Unfortunately, thanks to summer, that didn't happen until about eight thirty, nine at night.

 

Zechs smiled, as he leaned over the railing, thinking of all the things he had in store for his new bedmate. It was a true thrill to lean that Heero spoke his native tongue whenever he was too turned on to think clearly. His voice sounded so different in it as well. So smooth and deep, the way the words just rolled off his tongue. Zechs loved it. It was a sexy little habit that he couldn't wait to exploit.

 

The sunset caught Zechs's attention, breaking him out of his thoughts. He shivered in anticipation of what this time from now on would mean, and then frowned a little. Due to the boy's shyness, he was waiting for the stars as an excuse to go to bed…and sleep. Heero had decided not to do anything tonight, and Zechs didn't press him, concluding that he probably was trying to feel at least a little in control. Best not scare the boy either. Well, not just yet anyway. But tomorrow was another day.

 

#

 

Surprisingly, the next day, Zechs found that he really didn't mind not being able to insinuate anything during the day. On the contrary, the suspense was arousing. He found that the day slowly ticked by, even their sparring seemed to take forever. Heero acted that he didn't notice, but Zechs caught him looking outside at the sun many times during the late afternoon, noting its place in the sky; and blushing despite himself. He had to give him credit for that; it was less conspicuous that glancing at the clock on the wall, like Zechs was. He frowned at himself. He was acting like a giddy little schoolboy, and it was beyond obvious that Heero was reading him like a book. He could tell by the smirks he got every time he was caught staring at the clock.

 

Their sparring finally finished, Heero bowed and moved to retreat to his room, like he always did every night. But Zechs had already decided that lessons would start early today, fuck the sunset. Any more anticipation and he was going to jump his sensei. “Heero, why don't we eat dinner together?”

 

Heero turned around and blinked at him. “Dinner?”

 

“We always eat separately. Why don't you join me tonight?” Zechs could see him thinking it over //say yes//. Finally, Heero looked at him, and did something you don't see every day from Heero Yuy. He cocked his head to the side like a kid and blinked. “What do you usually make to eat?”

 

Zechs smiled at the sight. Apparently, whenever he had a question or wasn't sure about something, he acted just like a kid; cocking his head or subtlety hinting at things. “Simple meals, I'm not much of a cook, you?”

 

“Same. Cooking wasn't considered an important skill when I was trained.” Heero stated. “I only know how to make the things that my first mentor taught me.”

 

His first mentor? Zechs didn't know that he had one before Dr. J. He was about to ask about it when Heero spoke up. “If you wish to eat together, let's go. I'm hungry.” He then walked away, and Zechs had no choice but to follow with the question still on his mind.

 

When they reached the kitchen, Zechs sat down at the bar, watching to see what Heero would do. He headed for the pantry and took out some rice and started the rice cooker up. //Ah, Japanese food//. That made sense. As Heero reached the refrigerator, he looked up and stared at Zechs. “Why are you watching me?”

 

“Just curious about what you would make.” Zechs smiled as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand. Heero stood up, holding a carton of eggs, and set them on the bar. “What are you making?”

 

“Haven't decided. I could make some sort of stir-fry to go with your cooking.” Zechs got a nod from Heero, which he guessed meant okay, and started on the stir-fry. It was one of the few good things he did know how to make, since he spent several months on a Neo-Japanese/Chinese colony, and it was one of the easiest to do. You fry up meat and vegetables, how hard could that be?

 

Apparently, his technique needed a little work, Heero bluntly pointed out. He had cut the meat too thick and let the vegetables cook too long, but it was still edible. Zechs could only imagine what the scene looked like from his point of view. He did try to help, though. He would clear his throat every once in a while, giving a hint that something needed to be done or added.

 

When dinner was done, they had rice, overcooked stir-fry, gritty instant miso soup, and Japanese style omelets with too much sugar in them. Despite the lack of skill on both their parts, dinner turned out pretty good. Zechs was even able to get a small conversation out of Heero, mostly consisting of how bad of a cook they both were. “The only thing we didn't screw up was the rice…and that cooks on its own.” Heero frowned. “Maybe I should have allowed a staff, or at least a cook.”

 

Zechs shook his head. “I like the privacy. Besides, if there was one, we would have gotten caught in the act, and you know it.”

 

# # # #

 

//Caught in the act my ass//. If he had allowed a staff, this predicament would have never happened. But at this point in time, he couldn't decide if that would have been a good or a bad thing. It was true that Zechs did nothing during their training to distract him, but Heero was finding that Zechs himself was becoming a distraction. The smallest touch made Heero's heart jump. Zechs's breathe on his neck made him crave a kiss. Even locking eyes with those pale blues was becoming dangerous. Whenever he did, he felt a rush of heat throughout his body that caused the other voice in his head to speak up.

 

He just didn't get it. Neither of his mentors had told him anything about this; sex, love, or otherwise. The dictionary explanation of sex was `genital contact between individuals,' Heero recalled. But that was about all he knew. As for love, well…its definition was even less useful, so he had always ignored it. But some of it he was starting to understand, now that he had met people: companionship, warm feelings for another that you have for no one else, the feeling of `floating on air', he had felt that sometimes, whenever He was around. But that was different than what he felt for Zechs. He knew that he didn't love Zechs like that, but he did care for him more than usual. So, why was he affecting him this way? `Because he's hot.' But that alone couldn't be it, could it? “Zechs, what are we?”

 

Zechs looked up from his glass of wine. “What do you mean?”

 

Heero got up from the table and walked to the window. The sun was starting to set over the lake, causing the sky to be lined with pink and orange as the stars began to poke through with the moon. This place really was amazing. The dining room they were in had a wall that was made out of windows, which overlooked the lake and even the sea, further off into the distance. Heero stared out into the world for a while before he spoke up. “You don't love me, do you?” It came out gruffer than he intended.

 

“Do you love me?” Zechs questioned as he got up to stand behind Heero.

 

“No, but I…that is…I don't know. I care but…” Heero just didn't know how to put it. He did, yet he didn't love the man.

 

Zechs took him by the shoulders and turned him around. “In a way you do. But it's different than what you feel for someone else.”

 

Heero stared up at him in awe. That was exactly it! “Yes. How did you…?”

 

Zechs just smiled and kissed him while he slowly slid his hands down to Heero's side and backed him into the window. Grasping his wrists, he took Heero's hands and pinned them above his head. The coolness of the window on Heero's back was a complete contradiction to the heat that was coursing though his body, to the point that he inadvertently shivered. How was the man able to do this? Heero was always told that this feeling was only generated by `love', not…whatever this was. Wait. Trowa said something about a different feeling back while they were together in Antarctica. He called what he was sensing from Zechs `lust'. Perhaps this was lust. He would have to look up that word later.

 

Whatever this feeling was, it was becoming almost as intense as the kiss. Zechs seemed to find every contour of Heero's mouth, and then caressed it with that silken tongue. He couldn't help it as a moan escaped his throat as Zechs tasted him with abandon. Moving from his mouth, Zechs started making a trail of kisses and love bites down his neck and along the collar bone. Heero found himself bending his neck to give Zechs better access as his tongue moved up to circle his pulse point.

 

Heero was so lost in sensations that he couldn't remember how he ended up in Zechs's room, on his bed, with no shirt on. Zechs moved away from him long enough to shuck off his clothes then pulled Heero's sweats and boxers off in one swift move, throwing them absent mindedly behind him. Zechs had a feral gleam in his eye as he slid on top of Heero, pushing him down on to the pillows, devouring his mouth on impact.

 

Heero tried to clear his mind. How the hell did they get from a normal dinner conversion to this? He was almost tempted to ask his seducer, but he had one too many tongues in his mouth to muster a comment. Zechs took Heero's leg and threw it over his shoulder, creating full access to Zechs's onslaught. A hand traveled down Heero's side and towards his ass cheek, massaging it in rhythm with their movement. Heero found himself digging his hands into that long, platinum blonde hair, making some of it fall down to tickle his hardened nipples.

 

Zechs's hand moved from Heero's ass to the small of his back, tracing his way down to that tight pucker then circling it. Heero's broke the kiss as he threw back his head and closed his eyes, letting out a gasp. God that felt good. Heero opened his eyes to see Zechs smiling down at him. “You're very sensitive there.”

 

“Isn't every—ahhh!” Zechs had slid down his body and replaced his finger with his tongue. “W-what are you…? Z-Zechs unn…”

 

Heero felt, rather than heard, Zechs hum in appreciation for his outburst. //Ah yes: Lesson one//. Zechs liked noise in bed. The way things were going, that wasn't going to be a problem. Zechs's tongue slid from his ass to the back of his sac as a slick finger returned, circling his entrance with the promise of penetration. Heero found himself shivering in anticipation; he remembered how amazing in felt to have that long, throbbing member inside him, how he somehow always managing to hit Heero's prostate with earth shattering precision. Heero felt his cheeks burn at the memory.

 

But Zechs wasn't pressing any further, just teasing that sensitive ring and licking his way from Heero's navel back up to his lips. When he got to Heero's ear and finished sucking on it, his finger abandoned it post, causing Heero to make a sound dangerously close to a whimper. Zechs's fingers played in Heero's hair as his hot breath caressed Heero's ear. “Tell me what you want.”

 

Heero eyes widened and he felt himself color even deeper as Zechs gazed hungrily at him. “Huh?”

 

Zechs gave him a wolfish grin as he pinned Heero's arms above his head. “Tell me what you want,” he repeated, grinding their erections together and sending a huge rush of pleasure throughout his body. Despite the sudden rush of pleasure, Heero was still dumbfounded.

 

“Don't tell me you have forgotten your first lesson?” Zechs chided with a look of mock disappointment. Heero reflected to his earlier thought and outburst; he was being vocal. All Heero could think to do was raise his eyebrows at the blonde man. Zechs smiled as he leaned down to whisper in Heero's ear once more. “I want you to say it.”

 

Heero's libido knew exactly what Zechs wanted to hear, `Fuck me!', but the rest of him was clueless, not to mention embarrassed. //As if I would repeat anything that voice said//. Heero groaned inside his head; `noise,' apparently also included verbal cues, something Heero was not adequately trained in, to put it nicely. Still at a loss, Heero tried to think of something, but all that came out wasn't even a noise…he bit his lip like a confused child. `Oh yeah, really sexy, baka*.'

 

But to Heero's surprise, Zechs smiled at his childish gesture. “Fine.”

 

Heero wanted to feel relieved that he didn't mind, but there was something in his cool blue eyes that stopped him. Still smiling, Zechs pulled out a sash from behind the pillows and wrapped one end of it around his upraised wrists. Heero's eyes grew in realization; Zechs was going to tie him to the bed! He was about to protest, old habits kicking in, when Zechs spoke up, tying the other end to the headboard.

 

“If you won't say it,” he tightened the knot and moved an inch from his face, “then I'll make you beg for it.”

 

Zechs's declaration had the opposite effect that Heero would have expected from himself. Instead of breaking out of the knot, punching his captor, and leaving; that low, sexy voice had him rooted in place, waiting for more. He just couldn't believe himself; he didn't know what to say, or what expression to show. Whatever one was on his face caused Zechs's grin to widen as he came down to tackle his mouth, tongue almost forcefully invading his mouth.

 

# # # #

 

Zechs couldn't help but grin as the look of utter shock adorned the Japanese boy's face; this was going to be more than fun than he originally thought. At first, Heero tried to fight him a bit during the kiss, but soon seemed to melt into the caress of their tongues warring over dominance in no time. Pleased with his conquest of Heero's mouth, Zechs moved down to his neck; biting, kissing and licking his way down to a very hard nipple. Heero gasped and writhed under him, he even pulled at the sash that had him tied in place. Pulled, but did not escape. Zechs grinned around the nipple he was currently sucking on; this confirmed his suspicion, Heero gets off on a little bondage. He noticed it last time when he held Heero's arms above him while they fucked. Heero pull against them last time too, but he didn't actually try to break out of Zechs's hold. He seemed to like the feeling of being dominated; he just didn't know it himself. Zechs continued his onslaught on Heero's other nipple as his hands traveled down, cupping that firm ass and gyrating against him. “Ah, kami*! Oh god…Zechs,” Heero managed breathlessly.

 

He slowed down, letting Heero catch his breath and calm down; Zechs wasn't going to let him come, not yet. Not until he begged to be taken. This was, after all, tonight's lessons: Seduction and teasing. Heero had made the seduction part almost too easy with his random question and shift to the windows after dinner. Since it didn't take more than initiating a kiss and a few gropes, the actual lesson of seduction would have to wait, Zechs had concluded. So, he moved that one over to next time and decided to lengthen the teasing session. He rather liked his lesson plan.

 

Heero was panting outright now as Zechs took his cock between his lips, gingerly licking the head while his fingers brushed along that still virgin tight opening. He kept it that way, not moving any further to take the rest of him in as his teasing hand moving to Heero's balls, feeling the hotness there. From his staggered breath he could tell that Heero was close to coming, and pulled away to claim his mouth, making sure their bodies we not touching, but agonizingly close to it.

 

Zechs was awarded with a small mewl of disappointment from Heero, he liked that sound. He didn't get anything like that out of him before; it was almost better than hearing the boy moan in his native language. //I intend on making him scream in it this time//.

 

He continued his light play on Heero until his breath evened out, then moved his way back down to that weeping erection that was begging for his attention. Heero gasped as Zechs took him down his throat this time, but he still kept it light; strong enough to drive him to the edge, but not enough to push him over. Wanting to be ready for Heero's compliance, Zechs slicked his finger and slowly pressed in to Heero. That got him a throaty yell. “Aaahhh…ugh…God!”

 

Moans and gasps of pleasure escaped Heero's lips, but no words. Zechs smiled; that was okay, he could wait.

 

# # # #

 

Heero had already counted three near-orgasms as time went on, and couldn't even tell how many fingers Zechs was using now. But no matter how many there were he could tell that Zechs was being sure not to hit his prostate, even when Heero tried to move so he would. Heero honestly didn't know how much more he could take, but his mouth refused to mutter a coherent word, no matter how loud his libido yelled in his head. “Z-Z-Zechs…One*-nuh…I-I'm…so goo-ah.”

 

His body felt so sensitive now. Every touch, every hot breath on his skin made his cock jump and his face burn. He couldn't even keep his eyes open anymore //If I don't come soon, I'm going to loose my mind!//.

 

`Then say it, dammit!' his libido chided. Heero came to the edge again as he felt Zechs move up to his neck, making random love bites on the way. He practically whimpered as he realized that Zechs really wasn't going to let him come without saying it. “Please, Zechs…”

 

“What?” His low, sexy voice asked while moving his hands to hold down Heero's already tied wrists. Heero found himself staring into those blue eyes, totally ablaze and waiting for his reply. With those eyes locked on him, he couldn't muster the words //damn it all//.

 

Zechs grinned as he leaned down and forced his tongue into Heero's mouth. “Say it,” he mumbled against Heero's lips. He felt those fingers inside him again; slowly massaging everywhere but the one place he ached for. “Zechs! Ugh! Onegai…”

 

“Getting closer,” Zechs teased. “Maybe one more push?”

 

//One more…?// “Ah! Uh! God! Zechs, fuck me!” Heero was in such as haze he didn't even realize what he was saying as Zechs finally zoned in on his prostate. When he regained some control, he could see his broad smile; the man had succeeded. Instead of feeling like he was defeated, Heero found it oddly arousing, the rush he got from finally giving in.

 

“Turn around,” Zechs ordered as he sat up. Heero found himself complying without a second thought. Lying on his stomach, he felt Zechs's fingers lightly trace his spine up to his neck as he leaned down again. “Hands and knees, Yuy.”

 

He pulled on the slack of the scarf as he got up on his knees. The way he was tied, he would have to hold on to the headboard for support. Zechs's hand trailed down from his neck to along his sides, down to his waist, gripping him there as he leaned in by Heero's ear.

 

“You really made me work for it.” Heero felt the slick head of Zechs's cock pressing into him. “Now, scream for me.”

 

With that, Zechs slid into him in one hard thrust, hitting his sweet spot as he did. With such a rush of immense pleasure, Heero couldn't help but obey as a ragged cry tore from his throat.

 

Zechs took him hard and fast, the friction driving them both wild. Heero felt Zechs's hand move from his waist up to his throat, forcing him to let go of the headboard and pulling him on to Zechs's lap, the different angle making him let out a throaty moan. A slick hand closed around Heero's cock, stroking him as Zechs took him from behind. The dual stimulation made his stomach swirl and his balls tighten in a familiar way, but so much more intense than before. He could feel the build up of pleasure circling in his stomach and found himself babbling pleasure ridden nothings. “Oh Kami! Ugh, gutto*! Nuh-un…onegai Zechs! Motto*!”

 

Heero came hard yelling and shooting his essence all over Zechs's hand and the pillows, riding the waves of bliss as the hit one after another. His release spent his last amount of energy as he clutched the headboard for support while Zechs fucked him in pure abandon. The feel of Zechs coming deep inside him sent another wave of ecstasy through his body.

 

Both sated, they collapsed together on the bed barely conscious enough to move the pillow they had made a mess on. After a while, Zechs rolled off of Heero and flipped him over, his hands still bound to the headboard, and laid on top of him once more.

 

# # # #

 

“I think I like you like this.” Zechs smiled as he tugged on the slack of the scarf. He did indeed. The rush of control that he got from tying down and dominating such a powerful soldier was beyond anything he had ever felt. Sure he had some fun back in his academy days and while he was the Lightening Count, but he couldn't remember ever coming so hard. The boy was insatiable, and he didn't even have to do anything to get Zechs's blood boiling.

 

Zechs watched as Heero pulled against his restraints and blushed. Zechs traced Heero's chest with his fingertips. “I think you like it too.”

 

The boy's blush deepened. //yes he did//. True this time lasted much longer and all, but he managed to make Heero cry out as he came. And oddly enough, though he didn't understand Japanese too well, it was almost hotter not knowing what exactly he was screaming out. Zechs could just let his imagination run wild.

 

Heero absentmindedly pulled on the scarf again. “Could you, um…untie it now?”

 

“I think I can manage that.” Zechs undid the knots and rolled off him as Heero rubbed his wrists. Zechs closed his eyes, blissfully welcoming sleep when he felt Heero slide up beside him, laying his head on his chest.

 

“I am still confused.” Heero declared.

 

Zechs tilted his head to look into Heero's eyes. “Of what?”

 

“Are we…lovers?”

 

“You could call it that, I guess.” But in all reality, they were more like `fuck buddies' than anything. Zechs doubted he would care for the term, however.

 

“But we are not in actual love, only the physical act of it; though I do care more than usual for your safety.”

 

Zechs smiled. “It's like I said. It's a type of love, just not the love your thinking.”

 

“Explain.”

 

Zechs had to think about it for a moment; he has never had to spill it out before. “It's like different shades of the same color.”

 

“Different shades?”

 

“Yeah, like how crimson and brick are different shades, but they are still considered red.”

 

Heero burrowed into Zechs's chest some more, as if trying to hide from his gaze. “I see.”

 

Zechs thought that the conversation was over until Heero broke the silence again. “So what was that lesson? Torture?”

 

Zechs could hear in his voice that he was serious, making him laugh; it kind of was, now that he thought about it from Heero's perspective. Pleasurable torture, but torture nonetheless. “People usually call it teasing.”

 

“Teasing, hn.”

 

That was the last that Zechs got out of him as they both fell asleep, ignoring the soft jingle of the phone ringing in Zechs's coat pocket.

 

# # # #

 

“Dammit Zechs, pick up the phone!” Noin growled under her breath. She knew it was late, but there would be no time to warn him in the morning; especially if she had deciphered his earlier e-mail correctly.

 

N-

The wolf has challenged the heard and is now enjoying the spoils of victory. Tell you more on a secure line later. Lots more.

 

Z

 

At first all she could do was shake her head, //Zechs, you dog//. Poor Yuy, he didn't stand a chance, apparently. Her mind played through all kinds of scenarios of how Zechs had managed it when she was shaken out of it by reality.

 

“I think I am going to go visit those two in the morning.” Relena had said in a cheery voice earlier.

 

“In the morning? But your first meeting is at seven thirty, Miss Relena.” Noin was able to stagger out through her shock. //Oh god, what if she walked in on…//

 

Relena clapped her hands together. “That's even better! I can order breakfast and surprise them both! Like breakfast in bed! Wouldn't they like that?”

 

“I'm sure they would, your majesty, but perhaps you should call and-”

 

“Nonsense. I'm sure they'll love the surprise.” With that, the young queen practically skipped off in anticipation.

 

Zechs's voice mail picked up for the second time. Dammit all, this could be bad. What if Zechs had coaxed Yuy into bed and Relena walks in on them sleeping in the same bed. Or even worse, if Zechs pulls one of his famous wake-up calls; Noin remembered those all too well, shivering a bit in arousal at the memory.

 

And news flash Miss Relena: no ex-pilot likes surprises. Period.

 

She got his voice mail yet again. “Son of a bitch!” Noin was temped to throw the phone at the nearest wall. Whether or not Relena was uptight about gay people, no one really knew, but it would still be one hell of a shock to literally walk in on.

 

Noin sighed. She would just have to try in the morning, and pray that she reached them before Relena did.

 

TBC…

 

Sorry it took so long, classes have been hell. I'll try to get it out faster next time. Anyway, please review if you have time. THNX!

 

I would love 3 reviews for the next chapter!

 

Japanese:

Baka - idiot

Kami - God

One - Was going to say `onegai'/ please but couldn't get it all out ; ) * thanks for catching the misspell omni-sama

Gutto/motto - both different ways of saying `more' but gutto also means faster as well