Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Victoria Base Affair Extended Edition ❯ Comrades in Arms ( Chapter 7 )

Warning: This chapter contains strong sexual content, repeatedly. In fact, pretty much every chapter from now on will probably have strong sexual content, but I will continue to include the warning.

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Chapter 7: Comrades in Arms

“All packed Zechs?” Les Javi spoke from the open doorway of his room in the senior dorm. The hallway outside bustled with activity as the senior cadets, now graduates of the Academy, prepared to leave for their new assignments.

“I think so.” Zechs looked around the room. “It looks about the same as when I moved in.”

“It seems weird doesn't it? We're officers now. In a few days, we'll be reporting to our new assignments and starting our careers in the Military.” Les chuckled. “If my folks were any prouder, I think they'd burst out of their clothes.”

Zechs smiled. “They should be proud. You've worked really hard.”

“Thanks.” Les stepped across the room and offered Zechs her hand. “I'm going to miss you, Zechs. You've been a good friend.”

Zechs took Les' hand, but then he pulled her into an embrace. “You've been a great friend, Les.”

“Hey, hey! None of that!” Les remarked with a laugh. She returned his embrace quickly and stepped back. “You want people to think I've finally succumbed to that pretty face of yours?”

Zechs laughed.

“Anyway,” Les continued in a more serious tone, “I heard your assignment got changed. Nothing bad, I hope?”

“No, not at all.” Zechs tried to sound casual. “I was reassigned to Treize Kushranada's unit in Luxembourg. He asked for me personally.”

“No kidding? That's great! Luxembourg is a great posting. I'd rather go there than the moon, but they say the moon's a good place to start if you want to move up quickly and I do.”

“You'll do well there, especially if you can get out into the colonies.”

“That's what I was thinking.” Les glanced out into the hall. “People aren't talking about you, are they? I mean, back in freshman year when Treize put you on his team for the alumni games, there was some talk.”

“I haven't heard any,” Zechs shrugged. “It wouldn't bother me, anyway. I'm a nobleman, remember? We're used to talk. It's mostly just envy.”

“Still…” Les paused. “It could hurt your career if people thought Treize was favoring you.”

“I have faith in my own abilities. It wasn't Treize who made me first in our class. That was me.”

“That's true. And no one drives a mobile suit the way you do.”

“Damn straight.” Zechs shouldered his duffle bag. “Anyway, Lord Kushranada wasn't the only one who tried to get me reassigned. Instructor Bell told me that there were eight or nine requests for my transfer.”

Les shook her head and laughed ruefully. “It must be nice to be perfect.” She picked up her own duffle bag. “We should probably get moving. The transports are supposed to leave in an hour.”

They left the senior dorm together and jogged across the quad for the tarmac where several transports waited, their idling engines filling the air with a steady drone.

“There's my transport,” Les pointed. The space transport looked sleek and fast compared to the heavier-bodied air transports. A number of cadets were clustered at the base of the steps leading to the cabin. One of them turned to wave at Les. Les waved back and then she gripped Zechs' upper arm. “You take care of yourself, ok?”

“I will.” Zechs gripped her arm in return. “You too.”

Les grinned and waved goodbye as she trotted off to join the cadets waiting to board the space transport. Zechs watched her go with a smile. He would definitely miss her sharp sense of humor and quick wit. Her companionship had been a pleasant diversion from thoughts of Treize and from the unpleasant necessity of dealing with Romafeller nobles. But that part of his life was over now. By tomorrow afternoon, he would be reporting to Treize and assuming his duties as a junior officer in the Alliance Military. Both thoughts excited him, but Zechs was honest enough to admit he knew which thought excited him more.

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The Luxembourg base was one of the Alliance Military's largest and most prestigious. As Zechs crossed the base heading for the main Administration building, he gave crisp salutes to the senior officers he passed and received sharp salutes from the rank and file soldiers in turn. Everyone walked proudly with his or her head up, even the common soldiers. People were proud to serve at Luxembourg.

Zechs had to ask directions to Treize's small office in the interior of the maze-like Administration building. When he arrived outside the open door, his duffle bag in one hand, Lady Une and two others were meeting with Treize in the small windowless room. Zechs dropped his bag by his feet and saluted smartly, waiting for Treize to acknowledge him. Treize returned the salute casually and waved Zechs into the office at the same time.

“Welcome to Luxembourg, Lieutenant. You remember Lady Une, I trust?”

“Yes,” Zechs inclined his head to Une. “A pleasure to see you again, Lieutenant.”

Une favored Zechs with a friendly nod, but he had the impression she was not particularly happy to see him.

Treize introduced the others. “These are my unit officers with whom you will be serving Lieutenant Merquise. You know Une, of course. This is Cole Vernon, my second, and Dmitri Wakov, who was junior officer until you walked in.” Treize smiled. “Everyone, this is Zechs Merquise. He just graduated from the Victoria Base Academy, first in his class.”

“Are you the one they call the Lightning Count?” Cole Vernon asked. Cole had very dark skin and tight curly hair, and an open countenance that betrayed a tendency to smile easily. At Zechs' nod, he held out his hand with a broad grin. “Then I owe you my thanks.”

Zechs shook Cole's hand, his confusion showing on his face, and everyone laughed.

Treize grinned as he explained. “When you beat Dalken Curzon at the alumni games three years ago, it cost him a posting here at Luxembourg. The resulting opening allowed Cole to request a transfer from duty at the Moon Base.”

Cole pumped Zechs' hand one more time and released it. “I hate the Moon!”

Zechs chuckled. “Glad to be of service. I look forward to serving with you.”

“All right, the briefing's over, everybody out,” Treize announced. “Except you, Lieutenant Merquise. I want to go over Base procedures with you.” As the others left, Treize pointed at Zechs' duffle bag and indicated he should bring it in. Zechs did so, setting it just inside the door. Then, at Treize's rather pointed look, he closed the door and bolted it.

“We're in the middle of the Administration building,” Zechs pointed out.

“Don't let it bother you,” Treize replied. “I just finished my daily briefing and I'm not due for another appointment until the dinner briefing with the Base Commander. I'm on my own for the next two hours.” He put his arms around Zechs' waist. “It's ridiculous, but I feel like the last few days have been longer than the preceding three years.”

Zechs slid his arms around Treize's shoulders and pressed his body against him. He touched his lips against the soft skin where Treize's jaw met his neck, just below the ear, and licked gently. A soft sigh of delight escaped Treize and Zechs licked him again, and then again, feeling the growing hardness of Treize's erection pressing against his pelvis.

“Oh, lord!” Treize exclaimed softly. He fumbled urgently at the buckle of Zechs' belt, anxious to get his pants down. Zechs didn't resist him, his lips and tongue continuing to work their magic on Treize's neck and ear. Treize yanked his pants down, his hands tightening eagerly on the firm flesh of Zechs' exposed bottom. “I need this!” he whispered into Zechs' ear. He kept one arm around Zechs' waist and pulled him over to the desk. With his free hand, he opened a drawer and fumbled around in the back until he produced a tube of lubricant.

Zechs lifted an eyebrow. “You keep lubricant in your desk?”

“Not until today. But I knew you were coming.” Treize undid his own trousers with one hand, pulling his erection out. Then he turned Zechs and pushed him up against the desk. Zechs leaned over onto his hands and looked back over his shoulder to watch as Treize squeezed lubricant onto his fingers.

“I can't believe we're doing this,” Zechs said. Excitement hardened him and his breathing quickened.

“Do you want to wait until later?”

“No!” Zechs groaned as Treize inserted two fingers into him. He closed his eyes and moaned helplessly as Treize worked his fingers in and out.

“You're tight again.”

Zechs lifted his hips so Treize could get into him better. “I'm counting on you to fix that.”

“I'm at your service,” Treize replied. He removed his fingers and inserted his cock with a slow, steady thrust.

Zechs tilted his head back with a groan of pleasure. “I know you can get it in a lot deeper than that.”

“I'm just getting started,” Treize said hoarsely. He pulled back slowly and then rammed his hips forward, driving himself deep into Zechs.

Zechs gasped. “Yes! Just like that!” He moaned deeply. “Keep doing that!”

Treize felt so good, Zechs no longer cared that they were doing it in the middle of the Administration building. He leaned forward and lifted his hips more so that Treize could get into him as deeply as possible. Treize pounded his hips against Zechs' bottom, driving himself in deeper and deeper. They both groaned with pleasure, their labored breathing gasping out in unison as Treize drove them both toward climax.

Orgasm exploded in Zechs and he came, spraying across the desk. He felt Treize come inside him, his hips shuddering against Zechs' buttocks.

“Oh god, I needed that,” Treize groaned.

“Me too,” Zechs echoed.

Treize put his arm around Zechs' waist and pulled him upright. “I want you to come to my room after dinner tonight. I have a dinner briefing with General Catalonia, but I should be done by 2100 hours at the latest.”

Zechs kissed Treize on the cheek. “Yes, Commander.” Treize pulled out of him and Zechs tugged his pants up. “There's nothing on my trousers, is there?”

Treize inspected him carefully. “No, you're clean.” He wiped his hand on his handkerchief before tucking himself away and fastening his own trousers. Then he turned to survey the mess on his desk.

“You're very wet,” Treize remarked.

“And whose fault is that?” Zechs replied as he finished straightening his uniform.

Treize grinned at him and fluttered his handkerchief. “You better get yours out, too. One hankie is definitely not going to do it.”

Zechs just smiled as he produced his own handkerchief.

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General Catalonia looked grim. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began as soon as they were all seated. “It looks like we may have an uprising on our hands.”

Treize glanced quickly around the table to see if anyone looked surprised. Of course, he did not allow surprise to show on his own face. There were a few startled looks, but like him, most of the officers had their poker faces on. Treize continued to serve himself from the platter in front of him as the general continued.

“You all know we've been getting reports of the occasional theft of Alliance equipment in the Balkans. Well, it seems that this is much more widespread than we were lead to believe. The Base Commander at Pancevo has been relieved of duty.” This evoked murmurs of surprise from more than a few people. “They've been losing everything from spare parts to ammunition to an entire Leo. Senior Command is now convinced that a coordinated uprising is being planned in the Balkans. Because of the trouble in Pancevo, units from several other bases, including Luxembourg, will be taken by carrier to Pancevo to put an end to these thefts and nip this uprising in the bud.”

“How many units from Luxembourg will be posted?” Treize asked immediately.

“Four, initially,” General Catalonia replied. “I plan to use the Specials units for this.” He smiled grimly at Treize. “This is the sort of thing the Specials have been trained for.”

Treize smiled back. This was indeed exactly what the Specials had been trained for. The Specials were units that reported directly to General Catalonia, no matter where they were based, and were comprised entirely of men and women who were personally loyal to the general. The general had created and trained these units so they stood outside the normal chain of command and were therefore immune to corruption in the upper ranks. Of course, not everyone knew this. To everyone else, the Specials were just highly trained, anti-guerilla combat forces. To Treize and those who knew, the Specials were a fifth column, the Oz Organization, ready to step in when corruption within the Alliance and Romafeller threatened to upset the security of the Earth Sphere.

“Commander Kushranada, your unit will be the first to deploy. I want you ready to go first thing in the morning.”

“Yes, General.”

Treize returned from the dinner briefing lost in thought. He had talked to General Catalonia privately afterward to get the details the general had held back during the meeting. The mess at Pancevo was worse than what the general had outlined during the briefing.

“I can't decide if it was incompetence or deliberate betrayal,” the general had said. “How can your records be so bad that you can misplace an entire Leo?”

“How much of the Pancevo command was replaced?”

“Along with General Brigham, four of his senior staff officers and a handful of junior officers were also reassigned.”

“That's going to cause a lot of disruption.”

“True, but maybe we'll shake something out.” General Catalonia had been livid. “Something is going on at that base and I'm damn well going to find out what it is. I'm counting on you, Treize. I want somebody I trust down there.”

Returning to his room, Treize could understand the general's fury. Betrayal was the one thing General Catalonia could not forgive. Treize felt the same way.

Opening the door to his room, Treize was momentarily surprised to find it not empty. Zechs was reclined on his bed, leaning on one elbow reading a book. He looked up and his smile took Treize's breath away. Treize quickly closed the door. “I forgot I told you to come here after dinner.”

Zechs sat up with a seductive smile. “Already taking me for granted?”

Treize groaned. “I intend to take you, but `granted' is not a term I've ever used for it.” He locked the door. “Since you're taking my orders, I think you need to take off your clothes.”

“As you command, Sir.” Zechs stood up and started to undress. Treize leaned back against the door to watch. Zechs paused when he was naked from the waist up and posed. “Do you like what you see?” Treize swallowed and nodded. Zechs stripped the rest of the way. He faced Treize with his hands held out to either side, revealing himself completely. He was decidedly aroused.

Treize gasped aloud when he realized he was holding his breath. “My god you're beautiful,” he whispered.

Zechs tipped his head to one side. “Feel free to touch, kiss or lick anything that appeals to you.”

Treize was on his knees in an instant, sliding his hands up the backs of Zechs' firmly muscled thighs as his mouth closed over the tip of Zechs' erect cock. The taste and hardness of Zechs in his mouth were utterly delicious. Treize sucked him eagerly, using his tongue as he moved his mouth up and down. Zechs clasped his shoulder with one hand; the other tangling in Treize's hair.

“Ohhh!” Zechs moaned. “Go ahead and finish this time!” he gasped.

Treize had every intention of finishing, but his own erection was aching with need by the time Zechs' orgasm flooded his mouth. He licked his lips and leaned back. “There's lubricant in the top drawer of my dresser behind the socks. Would you mind getting it while I undress?”

“Undress fast,” Zechs advised as he stepped over to the dresser.

Treize chuckled. “I should be the one in a hurry now.”

“You think one orgasm is enough when I have your body to look forward to?” Zechs looked at him through the soft screen of his bangs. “I still don't feel like I completely belong to you.”

“You're trying to drive me crazy.”

“Not crazy enough. You're still not inside me.”

Treize drew in a ragged breath. “Get on the bed. Any position; I don't care.” He yanked off the last of his clothing and snatched the tube out of Zechs' hand. Zechs crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees and Treize immediately squeezed a stream of lubricant down the seam of his buttocks. He continued to squirt the lubricant onto his fingers as he slid them into Zechs' opening. “You do belong to me, Zechs Merquise,” he exclaimed hoarsely. Then he grabbed Zechs by the hips and rammed his achingly stiff cock into Zechs' body with a firm thrust.

Zechs gasped aloud and threw his head back. “Yes! Harder! Make me yours!”

Treize couldn't think. Sexual need drove him relentlessly. He jammed himself into Zechs over and over again, his cock harder than he could ever remember it being. Finally, shuddering orgasm arched his back and for a moment, he couldn't even breathe.

Zechs slumped forward onto the bed and Treize collapsed with him. “That was really good,” Zechs panted.

Treize nodded wordlessly, still too breathless to speak.

Zechs turned over and put his arms around Treize. “I really love you, Treize.” He kissed Treize warmly on the mouth. “I'm glad you had me assigned to your unit.”

“What else could I do?” Treize stroked his fingers through Zechs' silky hair. “Oddly enough, as much as I love you, having you near me is less distracting than being separated from you.”

Zechs studied his face. “What happened at the general's briefing?”

“There's trouble at Pancevo. We're being transferred down there tomorrow.” Treize smiled. “You're the junior officer, so you can expect all the menial jobs.”

Zechs nodded and smiled. “That is to be expected. But I do hope that one of those jobs will be tending to your personal needs.”

Treize chuckled. “You may expect to perform that duty on a regular basis, Lieutenant.”

“Only too happy to be of service, Commander.”