Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Courage to Love ❯ Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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LEMON WARNING!!!!!

The Courage to Love

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives your courage"

-Lao Tzu-

Part 3

:::Seven Months Later:::

The Lady Rebecca (1) was anchored just outside of Sank's territorial waters. The young man standing on the main deck couldn't see the coastline, but he knew somewhere out there in the darkness of the night lay his homeland.
More than a year had passed since he had left the kingdom, like a thief in the night. It was hard to believe that it had been that long. Time had passed so quickly. Especially the time since Treize had found him and taken him to his estate. Seven months of heaven, for he had spent them with the duke, the one person it seemed who loved him for who he was and not for what he was. But also seven months of fear, fear that his father might find him, drag him back to Sank and perhaps even force him to marry some woman he didn't love.

Tomorrow however everything that going to change. He had returned to his country for one and one reason only - to renounce his birthright and with it all rights of ever becoming king. After tomorrow he would no longer be Prince Milliardo Peacecraft heir to the throne of Sank. And with that, he hoped, he would be able to live the normal life he always wanted.

The young man had no idea that he wasn't alone on deck. Hiding in the shadows, Treize had been watching his lover for a while without making his present known. Zechs was standing by the railing, illuminated by the soft light of a silver moon; a gentle sea breeze playing with his long, pale-blond hair.
He is lovely, Treize thought. He looks like a god, or an angel - easily the most beautiful creature between heaven and earth - and he is mine. I'm not sure how I got that lucky, or what I have done to deserve him, but I surely will cherish every day we have together.
The tall, ginger-blond man moved slightly. The younger man turned his head at the noise and finally noticed him.

"Are you alright, Milliardo?" the duke asked.

Zechs hesitated for just a moment. He could have said that he was fine, but Treize could always tell when he was lying. His lover was so perceptive and knew him so well. The blond smiled softly.

"A little anxious," he confessed. "Although I know there is no reason. Tomorrow I'm going to be eighteen, an adult by the laws of my country. Nobody, not even my father is above the law."

Treize approached the younger man and put his arms around him from behind. His hot breath tickled Zechs' neck. The blond closed his eyes as he relaxed against his lover's broad chest.
"You don't have to do it, you know that," the duke spoke softly.
"But I do. And I want to. We have talked about this in length already, so please let's not start again, Treize."
"I just don't want you to do anything you might regret later in your life, dear."
"I know."
Resting his chin on Zechs shoulder the duke placed a soft kiss onto his lover's neck before he asked.

"Do you want me to go with you?"
The blond prince shook his head. "No, Treize, this is something I have to do on my own. Besides, I don't want people to point fingers at you and accuse you of manipulating me."
"Let them," the ginger-blond man answered. "It would not bother me."
"But it would bother me. You don't deserve that, Treize."
Treize let his hands run up and down Zechs' arms.
"You are freezing. Let's go to bed." He suggested.
The younger man turned with a slight smirk on his lips and a suggestive sparkle in his eyes.
"You know, it is after midnight."
"Yes?!"

"Strictly speaking, I'm already eighteen."
"What are you suggesting, my prince?" Treize nipped playfully at his blond lover's ear.

"Why don't you accompany me to my cabin and I shall show you."

*****

Treize didn't resist as the young prince pulled him into his cabin. Zechs closed the door, making sure it was locked before he turned toward the duke.

Long fingers buried themselves in ginger-blond hair as he kissed the older man deeply. As their lips met with almost bruising force he parted them willingly, allowing his lover's tongue to slip into the hot cavern of his mouth; his own tongue sparring with the intruder.

The young man moaned softly as Treize embraced him, pulling him close. His hands moved down to the duke's chest, nimble fingers unbuttoning the pristine white shirt, slipping beneath the fine fabric to explore his lover's hot skin. One of his hands searched and found a taut nipple, pinching it hard.

Already fairly aroused, Treize could feel his manhood twitch, as the younger man continued to torment the small, pink bud. Every pinch sent another rush of blood straight to his groin. He groaned as he explored the blond's mouth, savoring the sweet taste that was so uniquely, so unmistakably Zechs. When lack of air finally forced the two men to break their kiss Treize was panting, his pulse racing.

Slowly the younger man lowered himself to his knees. His hands wandered over the duke's muscular chest and chiseled abdomen until they stopped on his hips. Zechs' eyes were at about the same level as the growing bulk in his lover's pants. He nuzzled the hardening flesh affectionately, feeling a soft, responsive throb through the fabric.

Treize closed his eyes momentarily, his hands digging into the blond's shoulders. He could feel some sense of urgency in his lover's actions; as if he couldn't reach his goal fast enough after being forced to wait for so long.

But this was not how Treize wanted it to happen. Making love wasn't something to be rushed. It was best when it was savored slowly.
"No, Milliardo!" he breathed, as Zechs' fingers started to unfasten his breeches. "Please don't."

His blond lover raised his head, surprise, confusion and a hint of hurt in his crystal blue eyes.
"What…what did I do wrong?"
"You did nothing wrong, Love," the duke assured him with a soft smile as he pulled the blond to his feet and gently nudged him toward the bed. "I want this to last," he told him. "I want to savor every moment and want to make it an experience that both of us will always remember. Please?"

Zechs allowed himself to be pushed backward until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"I want you to let me take care of you. Just relax for me and enjoy this!" Once more Treize covered Zechs' mouth with his own, as his hands began to unbutton the young man's shirt. The blond made soft, throaty sounds as he returned kiss.

The duke slipped the shirt over Zechs' shoulders, exposing soft, tender skin and a well-muscled torso. Treize placed a trail of feather-light kisses along the young man's jaw and down his neck. He playfully nipped at the soft flesh where the neck met the torso; coaxing the softest moans from his lover. He kissed and suckled lightly at the hollow of the blond's neck, while one hand moved to rub over a small pink nipple. The tip of his fingers circled the rosy nub.

"Milliardo…my sweet little Prince…my love…" The duke whispered affectionate names between kisses, slowly moving over the blond's torso, until his lips enveloped one beautifully taut nipple. As he softly suckled the fleshy nub his hands slid down to unbutton the young man's pants.

Zechs breathing quickened. He writhed and arched upward, his fingers digging into the soft sheets beneath him.

The buttons were undone, and Zechs gasped as the duke freed his manhood from the confinement of his pants. The blond felt a rush of cold air against his hot skin. He trembled as the older man kissed the weeping tip of his pulsing erection and closed his eyes against the wave of sensations that threatened to overwhelm him.

With a few quick movements Treize slipped off the young man boots, discarding them next to the bed. Zechs lifted his hips to allow the duke to pull down his pants. Long finger's hooked under the waistband of his underpants, sliding them off as well. Now the young prince was completely nude, and wanting.

The blond slowly opened his eyes, flung his arms around the older man's neck and pulled him down to kiss him deeply and passionately.
"This is hardly fair; you are still fully dressed. I think we need to change that," he murmured as their lips parted.

Treize chuckled, placing a ghost of a kiss on the tip of his young lover's nose. "All in good time, dear Milliardo."
"Where are you going?" Zechs gripped the front of Treize's shirt as the older man tried to pull away, unwilling to loose the contact with his lover's warm body.

"I have to get something…something to make this easier."

"Nightstand…top drawer," Zechs whispered hoarsely.

The ginger-blond man entangled himself from his lover and reached out to open the drawer. One of his uniquely shaped eyebrows rose as he retrieved a small vile of oil, and he gave Zechs a curious-amused look.

"Call it foresight," the blond smirked.

Setting the oil aside for the time being, Treize rose. Gazing at him with pleasure clouded eyes, Zechs watched as the older man discarded his own clothes.

He is beautiful, the blond prince thought. Positively beautiful. The color of his hair, those stunningly blue eyes, his creamy, soft skin, his flawless body, everything about him is just perfect.

"Better now?" Treize asked as he climbed into bed, stretching out next to the younger man.

"Much better," the blond replied as began to ravish his lover's neck and chest with his mouth while his hands moved down the man's back, stopping only when they reached his buttocks. Soft fingertips traced the cleft between those two firm curves.
Treize moaned and tightened his own hold on the blond, bringing their bodies even closer, hips grinding, stiff erections brushing against each other. His hands toyed with Zechs' long hair as he nipped at the young man's earlobe. Slowly he untangled himself from the blond's embrace, reached for the oil and moved to the foot of the bed.

The ginger-blond man knelt between his lover's long legs, nuzzling the sensitive skin at the inside of his thighs.
"Are you certain that you really want this, Milliardo? If we go much further, I can not guarantee that I'll be able to stop myself later on."

Zechs growled.
"Don't dare to stop now. I want this…I want you…Please don't make me beg."

As much as the duke would have liked to hear his young lover beg; by now his own need and the aching throb between his legs was hard to ignore. And seeing the lovely creature so utterly exposed and completely willing in front of him didn't help much either.
"Very well, my dear Prince," he murmured, as he spread Zechs' legs a little further. "Your wish is my command."
The blond closed his eyes as one slick finger began circling his entrance.

Oh god, yes! He had been ready for this for such a long time. Finally they would be able to go all the way. Finally Treize would claim him, mark him and make him his - completely!
Zechs gasped, his eyes went from closed to wide and his mouth dropped open a little, as the ginger-blond man dipped his head and took him into his mouth. The hot wetness only increased the throbbing in his rigid shaft. He cried out in pleasure, as his lover's tongue swirled around the weeping tip of his manhood, cleverly distracting him from any pain as a finger entered him. As that single digit slowly probed, Treize suckled softly on his straining erection.
Zechs wasn't in this world any longer. Nothing existed but Treize and that wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain. He could only moan softly and stare at the ceiling with half-lidded, unfocused eyes.

*****

Still trembling in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Zechs nestled against the older man. Treize embraced his young lover, pulling him closer.
"Did you enjoy it?" the blond asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Was it worth waiting for?"

"Each and every minute," the duke assured him. He brought Zechs hand to his lips, breathing soft kisses onto every finger. "It was the most exhilarating and breathtaking experience of my life. How about you, Love, did you like it?"

"More than you can imagine. You were incredible."

"So were you, my dear Prince."

"You ought to stop calling me that. Soon I'll be a prince no more."

"To me, you will always be my Prince." Treize whispered into his ear, his hot breath tickling Zechs' neck.
Zechs shuddered. "Always?"

"Always!" the ginger-blond man assured him.
The blond rested his head against Treize's chest and closed his eyes. He drifted off with a soft smile on his lips, listening to the sound of his lover's heartbeat.

The End ___________________________________________________________________________ _______________

Author's Note:

(1) The Lady Rebecca is Treize's ship. It will also be mentioned in the main story (Journey of a Thousand Miles)

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