Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Strays ❯ Chapter 4

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Strays

Part 4

Milliardo was whistling as he came downstairs from taking a shower, and Treize who has just finished making coffee, wondered how anybody could be so cheerful this early in the morning.

“What's with the gloomy face?” the blond asked as he walked into the kitchen. “I thought you were looking forward to this trip.”

“I do. I just didn't realize that you were planning to leave in the middle of the night?”

Milliardo gave a soft, deep chuckle. “Oh come on, it's almost 5 o'clock. We will be there at sunrise, it will be great. I still remember when my father took me fishing when I was a kid. We would actually sleep in sleeping bags outside by the lake just to make sure that we could watch the sun rise in the morning. We definitely have to make a campfire and bake some fish like my dad taught me. It's delicious.”

The young man's cheerfulness and excitement was contagious. Treize couldn't help but smile as he poured the coffee. “Sounds like you had a wonderful relationship with your father, growing up. You did a lot of things together?”

“We did. I'm sure your father did stuff with you too, didn't he?”

“I'm not sure.” Treize shrugged. But I'm not counting on it. What I remember so far of my childhood and adolescent years, consists of private boarding schools, polo, tennis and formal parties at the country club. No, I'm rather sure that fishing and camping was definitely not a part of my family life.

When Milliardo noticed the change in Treize's expression he took it the wrong way. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I know you don't remember,' he apologized. “For what it's worth I'm happy to do what I can to help you create new memories.”

“Thanks.” Treize couldn't even look the younger man in the eyes. I need to tell him. But I'm afraid how he might react. I know I'm being selfish, but I don't want to loose what I have now. I'll tell him on Monday, he promised himself. I want him to enjoy the weekend.  

 Relena shuffled into the kitchen, still in her pajamas, followed by Hercules and Titan. “You are leaving already?”

“Yes,” Milliardo confirmed. They had packed up the car the night before and all they had to add now was the cooler with the fresh food. “But why are you up already?”

The blond girl pointed at the two felines. “They insisted that it is morning and time for breakfast when they heard you rummaging about in the kitchen.”

“Sorry, we really didn't mean to be that noisy.”

Relena made a dismissive gesture. “Don't worry about it, Miri. I'll go back to sleep after you guys have left.”

“We will be out here soon. But Relena, remember what we talked about; no drinking and no parties!”

“I know, I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I`ve told you already that I'm jut going to hang out with my friends like I always do on the weekend. If you don't trust me…”

“I do trust you,” he assured her. “Otherwise I wouldn't leave you by yourself in the first place.”

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Milliardo gazed into the rear view mirror then to his right. On his blanket on the backseat Mr. Scruff was sleeping, in the front seat Treize was asleep as well.

The young man couldn't help but smile. In fact he had not felt so cheerful and content in a very long time. He wasn't sure why, but being near Treize made him…well, happy.

He truly liked Treize, and somehow he had the feeling the other man saw something in him too. At first he hadn't been sure, but by now he was pretty certain that Treize was gay, or at least bi-sexual. The older man had been casually flirting with him almost from the beginning. And truth to be told, he really didn't mind the attention.
He had come to terms with his own sexuality a long time ago, and even most of his co-workers knew that he was gay. But until now his relationships had been more or less casual lings, lasting rarely longer than a few dates. Noin insisted that was because his heart wasn't in it, and perhaps she was right. He really never had been serious about anybody before. With Treize it was different. But of course he was aware that, even if they started a relationship, it couldn't last forever. Sooner or later Treize would remember, or they would find out, who he was and would leave to go back to his old life. But until then, he had decided, he wanted to make the best of every minute that they had.

Treize stirred. Eyelids fluttered then opened slowly. The tawny-haired man turned his head to look at Milliardo and smirked. “Are we there yet?” he asked cheekily.

The younger man laughed. “Good morning.”

“Do you want me to take over?” Treize gestured at the steering wheel.

“You don't have a driver's license.”

“Just because I don't have one on me, doesn't mean I don't have one,” the older man pointed out.

“It's alright, really.” Milliardo assured him. “We are almost there.”

And sure enough, no more than fifteen minutes later the blond pulled up in front of a cabin, located only a few hundred yards from the lake.

“It's beautiful.”

“And we made it just in time.” Milliardo looked up into the sky as he climbed out of the driver seat. “Should we go down to the shore and watch the sunrise?”

“What about the stuff in the car?”

“That won't go anywhere, trust me.” The young man opened the door to let the dog out of the back seat, then unlocked the trunk to grab one of the blankets he had packed.

“Come on, let's go.” He gestured for Treize to follow him. “Scruff!”

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As they spread out the blanket and settled down at the lake shore, the sun was painting the first orange streaks across the dark sky. The first birds had woken and began their morning concert.

“It's so peaceful.”

“Yeah.” Milliardo nodded in agreement.

The two men were sitting close enough that their shoulders touched. Treize hesitated for a moment before slipping his arm loosely around Milliardo's waist, relieved when the other man didn't resist.

They sat there, silently watching as the rising sun tinted the horizon first in shades or red, then in a brilliantly golden color. The wind was blowing gently, rustling playfully through the trees and creating little ripples on the water's surface.

 Treize smiled softly as Milliardo moved closer and rested his head against the older man's shoulder. He tightened his embrace slightly. “Are you cold?”

“No, it's alright,” the blond assured him. “Let's stay just a little longer.”

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Milliardo had really been serious about going fishing. Soon after lunch they had loaded up the boat with bait, fishing rods and a few cans of cold beer, and paddled out onto the lake.

Treize tried to stifle a yawn.

“Tired or bored?” Milliardo asked in slight amusement.

“A combination of both I guess,” the older man admitted. “We have been here for…”

“Not even thirty minutes.”

“That can't be; your watch must be broken.” Treize checked his own watch and frowned when he realized that Milliardo was correct. To him it felt like hours already.

The blond chuckled. “Patience is not one of your strong sides, is it?”

The older man sighed and turned his attention back to his fishing rod.

“Well, let's make this a little more interesting,” Milliardo suggested. “Whoever catches the biggest fish gets to decide what we are going to do tonight.”

Treize perked up instantly. His head snapped around. “Anything?” he wanted to know.

“Anything…within reason.”

“Hmm…,” the tawny haired man was still musing what Milliardo might consider reasonable, when his bobber started to move. Suddenly it disappeared under water and the fishing line was pulled taut. Treize instinctively tightened the grip around his rod.

“I got something, Milliardo,” he exclaimed excitedly. “I think I got something.”

“Pull it in, slowly. Don't let him get away.”

“Right.” Treize nodded. “It's heavy. He has to be pretty big.”

He could feel the fish fight back as he started to reel in the line. Treize rose from his seat and leaned backward. The fishing rod was bending and suddenly the line snapped.

“Treize,” Milliardo called out in alarm, but it was already too late.

The tawny haired man stumbled backward, the small boat rocked dangerously, then capsized, throwing both him and Milliardo into the lake.

The water was cold enough to take away his breath for a moment. As his head broke through the water surface Treize gasped for air. He looked around; expecting Milliardo to surface somewhere next to him, but the young man was nowhere to be seen.

“Milliardo?!” He was just about to start panicking when something…somebody grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back under water. He kicked his way back to the surface. When his head popped up he found Milliardo holding on to the overturned boat, laughing so hard that he had tears in his eyes.

Treize splashed water at the other man, giving him a playful scowl. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry…I just… couldn't help it…” Milliardo panted, still laughing. “But let's get out of here before we get sick.”

They somehow managed to turn the boat over, retrieve the floating paddles and row back to the shore. By the time they reached the cabin both men were shivering. The wet clothes were heavy and cold and clung to their skin.

“You take the first shower,” Milliardo told the older man.

“No, you go,” Treize insisted. “I'll put on some sweats and light the fireplace in the meantime.”

 

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By the time Milliardo had finished his shower the older man had not only lit the fireplace, but was also cooking something in the kitchen. It smelled sweet and spicy, an aroma that reminded the young man somehow of Christmas.

“What are you making?” he asked as he walked into the tiny kitchen area.

Treize, standing by the stove, turned his head. “I took the liberty to open one of the bottles of cabernet you brought and make hot spiced wine. I hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all,” Milliardo assured him. “But isn't spiced wine something people drink in the wintertime?”

“Not necessarily.” The older man shrugged. His eyes sparkled with mirth as he smirked. “But if it makes you feel better we could pretend it is the middle of winter; there is a blizzard howling outside and we are stuck in this cabin, snowed in.”

Milliardo laughed. “You surely don't lack imagination, do you?”

“I'll take this as a compliment,” Treize chuckled. “Now come here and keep an eye on the pot while I go and take a shower.”

“Wait, what exactly am I supposed to do?”

“Just wait till the wine starts boiling, turn the heat down and let it simmer for a few minutes, then take it from the fire and remove that little spice package I made.” The tawny haired man was already on the way to the stairs when he turned once more. “Oh yeah, and find some glasses we can use.”

“Okay, I can do that,” Milliardo nodded.

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The two men spent the rest of the afternoon wrapped up in a blanket by the fireplace, sipping sweet, spiced wine.

The older man had one arm put around Milliardo's waist. The blond was leaning against his shoulder. For a long time nobody spoke a word; they just sat there silently watching the fire. The dancing flames and the soft crackling sounds of the fire created an atmosphere of perfect tranquility.

Treize turned his head and noticed that the other man was watching him. As their eyes met they both smiled. He raised his hand to gently brush his thumb over Milliardo's lips, and the blond leaned slightly into his touch. Treize close the distance between them slowly, giving the other man amble time to pull away if he didn't want this to happen.

But Milliardo never moved. He closed his eyes when their lips met. As gentle warmth spread through his body as they shared their first kiss.

Treize ran his knuckles over the younger man's cheek. “You are so beautiful, Milliardo,” he whispered.

He cupped the back of Milliardo's head and leaned in. They kissed again, longer and more passionate this time. The blond's lips parted slightly and Treize slipped his tongue between them, eagerly exploring the hot cavern of the young man's mouth.

Milliardo moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around the older man. His hands slipped beneath Treize's shirt, pushing it up as they ghosted over soft, warm skin.

Treize's hand buried itself in silky strands of platinum-blond hair. Both men were panting breathlessly as they finally broke their kiss.

Milliardo felt his heart pound wildly against his chest. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine when the other man nipped at his earlobe.

Treize placed a trail of soft butterfly kisses along the blond's yaw and down his neck. Nimble fingers undid the first two buttons of Milliardo's shirt to expose more of the tender skin. He slowly lowered the young man onto the floor as he suckled at the newly uncovered flesh. A sound, somewhere between a purr and a growl, escaped his throat as the young man's fingertips slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, brushing teasingly against the beginning curves of his buttocks.

The older man raised his head, beholding the blond for a few moments. Milliardo looked breathtaking. Crystal-blue eyes sparkled with passion. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol and his lips dark and swollen from the kisses they had exchanged.

Treize was nearly lying on top of the young man. When he moved his hips he could feel Milliardo's manhood press against his own quickly hardening shaft. He slipped his hand between their bodies, fondling the firm flesh. But when his fingers started to fumble at the buttons of Milliardo's fly the blond seized his wrist, stopping him.

Treize pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, somewhat disappointed about the young man's reaction. “Did I move to fast?” he asked. “I'm sorry.”

Milliardo gave him a tiny smirk. “That's not it,” he assured him. “I just thought it might be better if we move this upstairs. The bed is far more comfortable than this floor.”

“Can't argue with that,” Treize agreed as he rose. He extended his hand to help the younger man to his feet then pulled him against his body and embraced him. “Any more good ideas?” he asked as he leaned in for another kiss.

“Yes,” Milliardo replied with a little smirk after their lips parted. “How about, I take the rest of the wine and you grab what's in the left front pocket of my travel bag.” He gestured at the luggage that was still standing by the stairs.

With a questioning look the tawny haired man released Milliardo from his embrace and walked over to the bags. One of his eyebrows rose in a mixture of surprise and amusement as he pulled a small tube of KY jelly and a pack of condoms from the indicated pocket. “I see you've planned ahead.”

Milliardo's smirk grew into a wide grin. “Better safe than sorry, right?”

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T.B.C.

 

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