Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ To protect your light ❯ One-Shot

To Protect your Light.

Most people would have called it self-torture. But for Zechs Merquise self-torment was such a natural thing that he didn't even give it a name. Every Christmas eve he secretly flew to the Sanc Kingdom, entered the abandoned castle and spent the night there.

It was on December 23, 182 AC that the Alliance had attacked his country and slaughtered everyone in the castle. He himself had been at Khushrenada-castle then. Earlier on that cursed day his mother had called him for a friendly talk. She had asked him to come spend Christmas with his family and he had promised to come. It was the last time he had spoken to her. When he had just finished packing his bags, he heard about the attacks. Immediately he had wanted to leave for Sanc. But Treize had stopped him. Milliardo had pleaded, even thrown himself on his knees, begging the aristocrat to let him go. But Treize didn't let him. He had simply laid his hand on his hair and caressed it until he finally started crying. "If you really want to help your parents you must avenge them one day. Getting yourself killed will accomplish nothing." That's what the older boy had said back then. Revenge had been a strange word to him. He was Milliardo Peacecraft, prince and heir to a pacifist nation. But later, when sadness and despair mingled with anger, he started to understand the lure of the concept.

Now he was a lieutenant under the direct supervision of Treize. The duke had ordered all his officers to come by in the morning. Most of them were going home for the holidays and he had insisted on going through a few things before they left. Reluctantly he walked to Treize's office. He would have preferred to leave for Sanc about now, but he knew he was supposed to follow orders like the other officers.

Treize looked up at Zechs when he entered. A few other officers were already hanging around and shot the lieutenant quick glances. None of them greeted him. It was not that they had a dislike for him, at least not as far as Treize knew, but they were used to Zechs' wish to be on his own. Several times he had advised Zechs to be more open against his peers. But the young man had only looked at him through his cold eyes, refusing a reply. If Treize was completely honest his incitements were more selfish than they seemed. He simply couldn't stand seeing Zechs so lonely.

They were lovers occasionally. Both of them pretended it was just a trivial matter; friends who from time to time sought physical pleasure with each other. But he knew he was the only one the young man ever had sex with. And since their first time Treize had never wanted to touch anyone else.

As the officers continued arriving he avoided looking at his masked officer. One of the reasons he had called this meeting was to prevent the young man from fleeing again like he always did on the day before Christmas. The year before had he arranged a small meal and wine for them in his chambers. But Zechs had been nowhere to be found. It was Zechs' refusal to do whatever he wanted him to that awoke the hunter in Treize. He allowed himself a short look. Once again he glared at the pale long hair, the muscled yet slender body and the pink lips beneath the mask. I want you.

"Good day everyone," Treize said, reluctantly turning his attention when he was sure all the officers had arrived. They all nodded.

"I would like to inform you all that all the Lion Mobile Suits will get an upgrade in their speed. I trust all of you to read about of the adjustments made to the engines," he said.

"Another thing: there will be structural alterations in the west-wing for the next two weeks, so be prepared to move to the outhouse if you have your quarters there," he continued. Everyone was taking in the news like he expected. None of them dared to show any discontent when he was present.

"Does anyone of you have an announcement?"

No one replied.

"Any questions?"

Lily Summers raised her hand.

"Yes?"

"When are we expected back?" the young sergeant asked.

"Lady Une has made a list with the dates of everyone's expected return," he replied.

"Anything else?" But as he had presumed, nobody said anything. They all longed to go home for Christmas as soon as possible.

"I wish you all a pleasant time with your loved ones then." As he said this he threw a quick look in the direction of Zechs. At first glance he didn't seem to react to his words at all, but Treize had learned to look beyond the surface. He saw how the nail of his index finger was scraping his thumb and he realized the lieutenant was nervous or distressed. Strangely this misery only made his appetite for him grow.

Everyone started leaving the room, talking excitedly about the things were going to do with the holidays and Treize stood up from his desk. Zechs was already moving to the door and the duke took a few big steps to reach him. He laid a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stand still. Zechs turned his head a little to see who stood behind him but didn't make a sound.

"I will be inside you tonight."

After Treize had whispered that he passed him and walked out of the door, pretending nothing had happened at all.

A feverish sensation shot to the bottom of Zechs' stomach immediately when the words reached his ear. The shoulder Treize had touched tinkled and he could still feel his breath on his cheek. So hot. But he also felt anger for being claimed like that. But he's not going to find me in my rooms tonight. And he felt strange satisfaction as he though that.

As soon as he had left the office he headed through a few corridors, he saw people hauling with bags and suitcases. When he reached the outside he took one of the small cars OZ cars and started the engine. As always when he went to Sanc he was going to rent a small stealth jet. He only made a moderate amount of money at the military, but spent almost nothing of it. There was no family to support and he also didn't have the illusion he would reach an age when he would like to settle down. So when the lady behind the counter handed him the keys to the plane, he had no problem paying for it.

The plane was small but manoeuvrable and he laid down his mask on the empty seat next to it. It was already dark when he reached the Sanc airspace. For a moment he looked down at the land. If there had been no Alliance he would have ruled it one day. He shook his head. No use for thinking about what might have been.

The towers of the castle came in view. They were in an even worse state than last year and once again he cursed the general that had leaded the attack. Then he flew to the forest, where he had played in when he was a child and landed his plane in a familiar grass spot. When he got out he headed for the castle. He couldn't see much because it was dark, but he could find the way blindfolded if necessary. Most of the windows in the castle were destroyed at the attack but he never entered that way. Even at times when security had been tighter Zechs had always entered through a door. It would have been humiliating to climb in like a thief in the night.

As he headed for the Knight's hall he tried not to look at the bad state of the rooms. When he was young all the inhabitants had made it a matter of pride to keep the castle as proper as possible, but now he was all that was left of them. There was dust everywhere and many things that were smashed on the ground during the attack had never been cleaned up. Zechs opened the huge door and walked in the huge hall. A flare of anger shot through him when he saw the Alliance had taken away another picture of his ancestors. But there is nothing I can do about it. Not yet…

He walked to a wooden box in the corner of the hall and took out a little red candle. Then he grabbed a Lucifer and lighted it. As always he went to the middle of the room and sat himself down on the stone floor.

Zechs took out a medallion from under his shirt, which he only wore every Christmas evening. He took quite some pains to keep it hidden and not even Treize knew about it. On the left was a small picture of his parents in court-dress and on the right one of his sister. I wonder how she is doing… Time after time he told himself she was better of where she was than with someone as himself. But he still felt guilty he hadn't been there for her as she grew up. Then he looked at his parents. What would they think if they could see me now? Being a count of war instead of a prince of peace? He closed the ornament again and stared at the candle.

When he was young he had felt safe in here and secure. He had told himself he had joined OZ to avenge his parents and to put an end to the horrible ways of the Earth Sphere Alliance. But deep inside him there was a voice arguing he had actually been avenging himself, when he was hurting and killing in the name of OZ. If that's true I am a creature of hell, an abomination. A plane landed nearby, but he didn't care about it. At this point it didn't matter to him if his enemies would find him there. He would slaughter anyone that attacked him and keep it up till someone would end his life. That was what should have happened all those years ago. He should have been killed with his parents and died a true prince of Sanc.

He stared without really seeing something and didn't even notice how the flame of the candle started licking his hands. If only they would come and end it right now. But he knew it wouldn't matter anymore… It's too late to die as Milliardo Peacecraft.

With a huge blow the candle was smashed out of his hands. It rolled away several feet and the flame extinguished. He looked up perplexed.

"That's quite enough, Milliardo," Treize said.

"What…! Treize!? How…?" Zechs stumbled.

"You've got to stop this," the aristocrat said as he looked down at him. Zechs turned his head away and said nothing.

"Come with me," Treize continued. It was an order, but not the kind a superior would give his subordinate. Zechs now looked up at him and shook his head.

"No I have to stay here tonight," he said, trying to sound determined. Treize sighed and took a step farther in his direction.

"If I have to drag you out by your hair I will."

Zechs send him a startled look and Treize was glad he had averted the young man's attention from his misery for a moment.

"Come," he repeated himself and walked to the door.

Zechs slowly stood up, looking at his surroundings wavering. Then he followed Treize to the exit. They were both quiet as they walked the dark path from the castle. Treize shot a glance to Zechs, who walked next to him. I should have noticed before, how much it's still tearing him apart. But it's because he always seems so tranquil, so strong, that I started believing he had forgotten it. But how can one forget such a thing? When they reached Treize's airplane, Zechs remembered something.

"I still have a plane standing in the woods," he said.

"Don't worry about that, I will make sure someone will pick it up," Treize replied. He intended to make Lady Une take care of it. She won't like it but she's one of the few I can trust.

Treize opened the airplane and let Zechs climb in before him.

"I will take it up, you don't have to stay in the cockpit," he said to his friend.

Zechs nodded. He knew this was one of Treize's private jets, but he had never been in one himself. As soon as he walked out of the cockpit he shook his head, almost amused. In the room he had entered there were some old paintings. Probably from the Khushrenada-family. The carpet was red and thick and there was a wooden desk with a bowl of roses on it. A comfortable looking bank, with dark blue clothing stood in front of it. But Zechs didn't sit himself down on it. He went for the huge bed standing against the wall instead. Earlier that day Treize had claimed him for the night. Zechs had assumed Treize would fail in finding him and had rather liked disturbing his plans. But now that the duke had actually found him he acquiesced in being his this night. He slowly pulled of his booths one by one and laid them on the carpet.

As soon as Treize had flown the plane into the air he switched it on autopilot. He went through the same door Zechs had gone through a few minutes earlier. He saw him sitting on the bed with his back towards him and his face fell. The young man seemed so broken and in need of comfort that he almost sighed. Quietly he walked towards him. The fair-haired man only looked up at him when he laid a hand on his shoulder and bowed his face in his direction.

"Come sit with me," he whispered. The closeness of soft lips made him feel weak for a moment, but he managed to turn around and walk to the bank. Zechs seated himself next to him a moment later. It was obvious he was somewhat nervous.

"So this is what you think Christmas is all about," Treize said as he stared in front of him.

"What do you mean?" the man next to him asked suspiciously.

"You want to be with your parents because you feel you owe it to them."

"… Yes," Zechs said.

"Your parents are not in Sanc anymore, Milliardo. It's not going to bring them any joy if you let guilt drive you to insanity," Treize said as he took off his own gloves. Then he grabbed both Zechs' hands and raised them in front of the lieutenant's face.

"You see what you are doing to yourself?" he said as he showed him the damage the flame had caused earlier.

"I don't care about that." It wasn't an exclamation, but just a simple statement. And it infuriated Treize tremendously.

"But I do! I will not tolerate this, you understand me!?" he said and unconsciously squeezed the hands he was still holding. The lieutenant looked at him startled.

"I apologize, I didn't know it affected you that much," Zechs whispered. Treize's anger slowly died away when he saw the unhappy expression on the beautiful face. He lifted the pale hands and kissed the inside of both wrists.

"Thousands of years ago people celebrated the return of light at about the same time of the year as Christmas is celebrated," he said. Zechs nodded.

"Yes, when the days started to grow again."

"Maybe it's time for you to throw away some of your darkness as well," Treize said. Zechs considered his words and opened his mouth to reply. But Treize wanted him to think about it longer before voicing an opinion and laid a finger on his lips to silence him.

The simple touch of Treize's finger made Zechs look up into his eyes, seeing the tenderness in the aristocrat's eyes that was reserved only for him. When Treize removed the finger and started caressing his cheek, he automatically bowed forward to receive his kiss. He parted his lips and laid a hand on Treize's muscled chest. Their tongues started gliding against each other and the duke pulled him closer against him. With every second that passed Zechs felt his longing for Treize grow and he gasped when he felt a hand sliding down his stomach.

Treize stood up and made him rise with him, so their kiss wasn't broken yet. Treize started moving his tongue up and down Zechs' in a suggestive way. The blonde leaned in closer and started tracing his fingers over Treize's back in small circles. The aristocrat's arousal began to show and he pushed it against the young body. A gasp escaped the other's mouth and a pale hand reached out to stroke it beneath the fabric. The touches were maddening, making his desire almost unbearable. He broke the kiss and laid a hand under Zechs' chin. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.

"Let's go to bed."

Zechs grabbed his wrist and hold onto it, allowing him to lead the way. Treize sat himself down on the edge of the bed and Zechs laid his hands on Treize's shoulders as he stood in front of him. Immediately their tongues found each other again. The older man's hands moved over Zechs' head and he shoved a little backwards, so the lieutenant could sit on his knees before him on the bed. Treize now started moving his mouth to the neck in front of him. He started kissing and sucking it and the blonde jerked up his head, while he squeezed Treize's shirt. The aristocrat fumbled Zechs' jacket. He wanted so much to feel the skin beneath it that he made a rent in the fabric.

"I thought it was you who insisted on us looking irreproachable," Zechs teased.

But Treize just shot him a lustful look at his torso and said nothing. Apparently this glare affected Zechs, who now started unbuttoning the jacket quickly himself. When he had taken it off Treize's eye fell on the ornament that hung under the young man's blouse. He raised it by the necklace and looked at Zechs. The lieutenant said nothing and just looked at it impassively. Treize flipped it open and stared at the two pictures for a while. Then he closed it again and brought his lips to the pendant. Zechs looked at him curiously and Treize once again raised up the medallion. The younger man kept his hair out of the way when the other stripped it from him. Treize laid it on the cupboard and turned his attention to the beautiful man in front of him again. Zechs was already ridding himself of his blouse. When he was finished he aided Treize in getting rid of some of his clothes.

When they had disposed of all the clothing that covered Treize above his waist he shot a glance at the other. The twinkling in Zechs' eyes seemed innocent but Treize knew him well enough to recognize desire. The lips were half parted, inviting him to come in if he wanted to, the hair fell down around the muscled strong body and the divine face. Treize stared at this for a moment and then with a primal urge threw himself at him, pinning the younger man against the sheets with his own weight. Zechs' hands glided through his hair and Treize started circling the pale chest with his tongue. Some of the long blonde hair was resting on Zechs' shoulders and the aristocrat unconsciously wrapped it around his fingers as he continued licking him. Then he made a zigzagging move to a nipple. He kissed and licked it by turns and enjoying the soft little gasps coming from beneath him. The other nipple was not forgotten and while Treize's mouth moved to occupy it he let his fingers play with the first.

He felt Zechs' erection against his thigh. Knowing that the other man was aroused only added fuel to his own want. Treize left the nipples when they were hard and swollen. He laid his hands on the other's firm butt and lifted it up so he could remove the pants. The young lieutenant then kept himself upwards until Treize had stripped him of his remaining clothing and then relaxed again. But the duke didn't grant him much rest. He started stroking Zechs' inner thighs and smiled tenderly when Zechs pushed his hardness against his hand. Treize started stroking it with the tips of his fingers, watching the tantalizing body attentively to see what affected it the most.

Zechs' breathing was by now very heavy but Treize decided he wanted it even more uncontrolled. He bowed his head and started using his tongue to caress the young man's erection. Zechs pushed the back of his hands in the sheets and closed his eyes. He looked so erotic lying there like that Treize would have given a lot if he could have him painted like that. He continued licking him and saw him twisting and gasping because of it. He had wanted to pleasure the beautiful creature like this a little longer, but the thrilling body had aroused him so much that he couldn't wait much longer before he would bury himself in it.

Treize moved away from him and rose from the bed. As soon as the touches stopped Zechs' eyes opened, staring at him with need. Treize bit his lip as he looked at this. Instinctively he knew that Zechs would appreciate slow, deep lovemaking most after a night like this and grabbed his shoulders. The lieutenant looked at him curiously as he turned him around a little to make him lie on his side. Treize then bit him in his ear and trailed his tongue over it.

"Don't move," he whispered.

And he didn't. He heard how Treize walked to another room and started rummaging in a chest there. He knew he was getting something to prepare him with and couldn't help but wish he hurried. Zechs was enflamed and was now glad the duke had found him. For the first time since the death of his parents Christmas brought him some joy again, not to mention pleasure. He had no material to compare him with, but he by all the pleasure Treize always made him feel he knew he was a wonderful lover. The soft noise of the plane's engines helped in relaxing him a little, but he was still breathing heavy.

Treize came back and Zechs felt how he went to sit on the edge of the bed to strip himself of his booths and pants. A bottle flipped open and he listened how Treize was pouring fluid over his hands. To his own surprise he felt a little nervous when the older man placed himself behind him. Treize probably noticed it as he gave him a few soothing kisses on the top of his back. Then Treize laid his hand on the leg that lied on the other and the duke moved it forward so he had better access. A finger, cold with liquid of some kind, entered Zechs and his breathing accelerated even more. Another finger joined the first, stretching him, preparing him for their union. Treize laid himself behind him, on his side just like himself. When a third finger entered him he moaned. The aristocrat once again gave him a few little kisses and moved them up and down a few times before removing them. Zechs looked over his shoulder at the strong handsome man behind him.

"Fill me, Treize…"

It was all the encouragement the duke needed and he thrust inside him deeply. It hurt a little but Zechs tried to keep quiet, letting only a soft groan escape his mouth. The man behind him traced his fingers across his hip to soothe him as he started moving.

Suddenly Treize warm hardness moved against a spot, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through Zechs' body. He gasped and squeezed his pillow. The same spot was touched again, this time a little more violently and he gasped once more. Because Treize lied on his side it was not easy to put much force behind his movements but it was excellent to make deep slow strokes. The duke continued hitting him on the same spot slowly. Zechs closed his eyes, no longer able to keep any control over his breathing. Treize's fingers moved to his erection and started caressing it once again. He started moving his hips unconsciously while Treize continued pleasuring him in two ways. Once more the duke thrust deeply inside him. His eyes shot open as divine sensations coming from two places made him shake violently. He spilled over Treize's hand on the sheets.

"You…" Zechs breathed softly.

This simple whisper enflamed Treize and again he pushed himself deep inside him. Driving himself in the tight warmth of his Milliardo again and again had brought him to something beyond pleasure. He pulled Zechs' hips closer against him as he spilled inside him. He slowly withdrew from him and kissed him softly on the sweat-covered shoulder. Zechs turned around to face him and the aristocrat caressed his face as he looked at him. The pretty man returned the stare for a moment and then laid his head in his neck. Such a sweet face. Treize laid his cheek against the soft hair and fondled a pale hand. Dawn had set in and the sun shone through the small windows in the aristocrat's face. But he didn't turn Zechs around to look at it.

Treize knew he had to become ready for the light on his own pace, but until then he would keep him from being engulfed by the darkness entirely.

The end.

Guess there is nothing more to do for me now then wish you all a very merry Christmas!