Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The proposition ❯ The proposition ( Chapter 1 )

Title: The Proposition

Rating: not for little kiddies

Pairing: 1x6x1

Warnings: YAOI, Lemon, PWP, OOC, my deranged sense of humor, Relena bashing

Disclaimer: If GW were mine, I wouldn't be a poor college student.

Author's Note: Again, I have only read the manga. Any inconsistencies with the anime, is purely a result of that.

Explanation: After looking at book three of the manga late one night, a funny thought popped into my head when looking at Heero's defeat of Zechs at the end of GW. I thought the picture was really cool and reminded me of a phrase…

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"While you're down there…"

Zechs raised his head up from his submissive, defeated posture as the Gundam pilot's voice came over the comm. unit. He could not believe that the usually stoic Wing pilot had said that to him. True, that objectively, their position were such that if they were posed the same way without the gigantic forms of the mobile suits, one could joke like that. The former prince, OZ, and White Fang young man shook his head unrepentantly at his rival.

"Are you proposing that you want something from me, Yuy?"

A brief chuckle came over the comm. "I was only stating that you should at least take advantage of your position right now and not waste your time down there."

"Speaking of wasting time, we'll have to continue this some other time," Zechs stated with his own laugh before sobering up. "We've got a planet to save."
"Roger that."

~*~

Zechs wandered down the ancient hallways of the old mansion his sister was now occupying. The war had ended, the Earth was safe, OZ and White Fang were defeated, and he had not seen the young terrorist from L1 since their battle. His sister had excitedly told him earlier that her dear Heero would be staying at the mansion for a while. She explained that he was to arrive that afternoon and they would share a private dinner together as her way of thanking him for saving the Earth. For some reason, Relena thought that it was solely Yuy's actions that saved everyone. He knew that his sister was idealist and naïve but he had never realized that she was obsessive also. Then again, who was he to judge, he also followed the same boy around during the war for perhaps the exact same reasons Relena had and he was the one who was currently aimlessly searching the large estate for their object of obsession. He determined it must be a family trait.

He turned the corner and was rewarded by finally locating the Japanese youth. As of yet, Yuy had not seen him. The Sanq prince leaned against the wall while he crossed his arms. Marquis smirked as he observed, as the youth appeared to be looking over his shoulder as he walked briskly down the hall as if he were running from something without looking like it. He did not have to guess what the escape was from.

"Going somewhere, Yuy?"
The brunette stopped and turned his ice-cold gaze on Zechs. "Away."

Zechs raised an eyebrow in jest. "I take it you just survived dinner with Her Highness?"
"Barely."

"I understand completely," the eldest Peacecraft replied. "Luckily, she doesn't seem to care where her big brother is unlike how she fawns over her 'dear Heero'. She'll go days without looking for me."

"Oh, really?" Wing's pilot said stepping closer to the other man. "So one would assume that the best place to get away from her would be to stay near you? Interesting plan, Zechs."

"So, 'Mission: Evade Relena' is underway?" The blonde intoned pushing off of the wall. "My suite is this way."

The two young men made their way through the labyrinth of corridors. Both remained silent during the trip but it was not an uncomfortable silence. The taller of the two unlocked the door to his suite and locked it again once he and his former rival had entered.

"So now what are we going to do, Marquis?" Heero asked with the beginning of a smile touching the corners of his mouth. "Just waste some time until Her Highness gets tired of looking for me?"
"I would have suggested that but," Zechs replied allowing himself to fully smile at the younger man. "I remember how you despise wasting time. I believe you asked me to do something for you the last time you thought I was wasting time. Unfortunately, we were interrupted that time."

"I would propose that we finish what we had started but we are no longer in the same position as we found ourselves in before."

"That is solved easy enough," the taller man lowered himself down to one knee and looked up at the Japanese youth before him. "Now what did you want me to do while I'm down here?"
"Funny, I knew you were older than me but I didn't know you were that old. I thought only aged people had to make the most of being down on the floor before the stood up again," Heero stated dryly but his ability to refrain from smiling was lost.

"Remind me in four years to tease you about being old, Yuy."

"You'll be too senile to remember by then anyways because you'll still be four years older than me."
"True," the blonde replied thoughtfully. He then reached forward to the other boy's pants. "But it seems to me that we're wasting time again."

"For being so fast at piloting Tallgesse, you seem to be slow at everything else," Heero chided as he helped undoing his pants.

"Slow? Zechs Marquis is never slow!" The OZ pilot said pulling the other's pants down to his ankles. He then placed his hands on the tanned skin of the other pilot's hips and leaned his face closer. "I'll show you how fast I can be!"

With that said, he engulfed Heero in one swift motion. After a few moments of quick swirls with his tongue and teasing with teeth, he plunged forward deep-throating the entire length. This caused the other boy to place one hand on his shoulder for balance and threading the fingers of his other hand in the platinum blonde tresses. Following the direction of the hand on the back of his head, Zechs moved forward and then back again and again swallowing as much as he could each time. It was not long before the young pilot could hardly stand any more and came in a violent rush into the waiting mouth of the blonde.

Heero languidly dropped down to his knees in front of Zechs while his body still recovered from his orgasm. When he finally regained his breath he said, "Now I know why they called you the 'Lightning Count'! Where'd you learn to do that?"
He wiped his lips and chuckled, "You could say that I learned everything from OZ."
"At least Treize was good for something in the long run."

"You're treading thin ice, Yuy," the Sanq prince warned.

"I wouldn't be a soldier if I wasn't willing to live dangerously."

"That's right, you are the 'Perfect Soldier'," Zechs intoned while reaching up to brush his fingers through the unruly mass of dark hair of former adversary. "What all did your training include?"
"My training has included everything," Heero Yuy replied smirking. "I am an expert at many things."

"Well, it seems that you are the one wasting time down on the floor."

"We would not be on the floor if OZ had taught you more refined skills like doing this sort of activity in a bed."

"I just assumed a guerrilla fighter such as yourself would have felt too intimidated to be anywhere but the ground."

"I told you I was trained for everything, I think I can handle an ex-Ozzy's bed."
Raising from the floor both young men made their way deeper into the suite. While somewhere in vast halls of her mansion, Relena Peacecraft, former Queen of the World, searched frantically for her disappeared hero. Never once did she even think to even ask her older brother if he knew where her dear Heero was.