Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Victoria Base Affair Extended Edition ❯ Trouble Brewing ( Chapter 10 )

Warning: Surprise! This chapter contains strong sexual content. I mean, really strong. And I'm getting right to it.

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Chapter 10: Trouble Brewing

The rebels had been quiet for three months, but Treize didn't find any comfort in that. Quiet just meant he did not know what they were up to. Of course, on the plus side, the relative calm meant he and Zechs could spend a lot of time together. In fact, Zechs spent more time in Treize's room than his own. At the moment, he was draped across Treize's bare chest, his left cheek resting in the hollow of Treize's right shoulder, his right hand tucked under Treize's left arm. His hair flowed like a satin sheet across Treize's stomach.

Treize loved these quiet, post-coital moments almost as much as the sexual frenzy that preceded them. Making love with Zechs was exhausting, but it was always incredibly satisfying. Incongruously, he sometimes found it easier to think about work at times like this, even with Zechs' naked body sprawled across his.

“You think there's going to be trouble.” Zechs' quiet statement made Treize smile. At times, he suspected the young Count of hearing his thoughts.

“Yes, I do. You know I've been keeping track of thefts?” Zechs nodded, his hair tickling Treize's chin. “Well, I haven't just been tracking thefts of military equipment, or large-scale thefts. I've been monitoring everything, on and off Earth. People have been stealing everything from spare parts to ammo, motors, conduit, copper wire, even welding equipment.”

Zechs lifted his head and frowned at Treize. “That sounds like someone's planning to build something.”

“Um hmm,” Treize nodded. “Like maybe a manufacturing plant so they can build a lot of somethings.”

“Like mobile suits.”

“Exactly.”

“Did you tell General Catalonia?”

“I discussed my concerns with him. He wants more definitive proof. I think the proof will appear when a whole bunch of mobile suits attack us out of nowhere.”

Zechs sat up and straddled Treize. He began rolling his hips back and forth, rubbing his groin up and down Treize's cock until it started to engorge. “Do you have any idea where the attack might happen?” he asked calmly, as if he were not slowly driving Treize insane.

“I think…” Treize began and then paused, because suddenly he was not thinking at all. With an effort, he tried to focus his attention away from the arousal that was trying to engulf him. “I still think Pancevo is the target,” he finally managed to get out.

“But that's where the general is,” Zechs replied, apparently not distracted in the least by what he was doing, nor by his own rather obvious arousal. “There are a lot of forces there now, including the Specials.”

“Which is precisely why a victory there would be a big one for the rebels.” Treize closed his eyes. His train of thought was getting seriously derailed. “But that's also why I'm not sure. It's entirely possible this is just a prelude to a Colony uprising. Ahhhh!” He gasped helplessly as Zechs rose up and guided Treize's erection into himself.

Treize gave up. Once Zechs was in the mood, Treize had little choice but to accommodate him, in no small part because, once Zechs started touching him, the need to couple forced every other thought from Treize's mind. He pulled Zechs down against him, bent his knees and dug his heels into the mattress so he could drive himself into Zechs with powerful thrusts of his hips. Zechs nuzzled his neck, moaning softly.

Treize had had other lovers before Zechs, but no one had ever felt as good as Zechs did. Loving Zechs as deeply as he did, having intercourse with him made Treize feel complete in a way that nothing else did. Only fencing came close. In fact, Zechs was the only person Treize would rather bed than duel. But tonight, with all thoughts of rebels and combat driven from his mind by the exquisite pleasure of fucking Zechs, Treize let himself exist only for love. As pent up need and overwhelming pleasure exploded into orgasm, he pressed his lips against Zechs' ear and whispered, “I love you, my Lightning Count.”

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“Treize,” Une said sharply, “nothing is happening on Earth. The rebels have moved out into space to build support for their activities. The Colonies are full of people who think independence from the Alliance is the answer. They are ripe for exploitation. We should have our best people out there.” She stood in front of the desk in Treize's office with her arms folded under her breasts. Her rigid posture radiated dissatisfaction.

Treize rubbed his temples with his fingertips, trying to quiet the pounding in his head but knowing full well that what he really needed was an aspirin. He spoke quietly, to keep his headache from throbbing any harder.

“Une, I'm not splitting the unit and I'm not sending anyone into space.”

Une's tightly braided hair pulled all the softness out of her face. The glasses she favored when she was in these dark moods partially shielded her eyes. Her lips pressed together into a thin line, showing her disapproval of his statement.

“But you've said yourself that Zechs Merquise is the most skilled mobile suit pilot in the Specials. They could use him in the Colonies. They're fighting up there right now.”

Treize was not sure he was arguing with her only because he disagreed or if it was also because he didn't want to be separated from Zechs. But something in his gut told him that now was a bad time to send Zechs off Earth. And even though Une's arguments had merit, he was also not sure that she wasn't recommending it simply to separate them. He had first noticed the change in her personality after she caught him kissing Zechs in the hospital. The change had become quite pronounced, leading to the hard, fierce woman facing him now, five days ago, when she had come to his room very early that morning with orders from General Catalonia and found Zechs there.

Thank god they hadn't still been in bed. In fact, Zechs had been completely dressed, except for his boots and un-brushed hair. Treize, however, had still been in his underwear, shaving. They might have managed a semi-plausible explanation, but Une had not asked for one. She had simply stared from one to the other for a moment with a shocked look on her face, then handed Treize his orders and retreated hastily down the hall.

Since then, she had been brusque with him and Zechs. But she was an exemplary officer and pilot, and Treize still considered her a friend. He just didn't know how to explain to her, or if he should even try to explain to her, that he was in love with Zechs but he would never let that influence his decisions. Zechs was his best pilot and a superior tactician. Treize relied on that, just as he relied on Une for her skills. And if he needed to send Zechs to fight in the Colonies, he would do that, if and when the time came. But now was not that time. He folded his hands on the desk in front of him and met Une's harsh gaze.

“The fighting in the Colonies is just the usual squabbling. I've been keeping an eye on it. If it gets worse, we will have warning enough to get reinforcements out there. In the meantime, I am still concerned about events here on Earth. I am keeping our unit on standby so we can respond quickly the moment there is trouble.”

“Very well.” Her response was as stiffly unbending as her posture.

As the door swung closed behind her, Treize dropped his pounding head into his hands. He almost hoped rebellion would break out somewhere just to give his soldiers something to do. He dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, rubbing them until he saw stars.

“Do you want me to get something for your head?”

Treize looked up with a smile at the sound of Zechs' voice. “No, seeing you is comfort enough.”

Zechs smiled and came around the desk to stand behind Treize's chair. He began to rub his thumbs firmly along the ridgelines of Treize's head while squeezing his forehead. Treize closed his eyes with a deep sigh and let the soothing pressure ease the pain away.

“I saw Une leaving,” Zechs said as he massaged.

“She thinks I should send you to stamp out troublemakers in the Colonies.”

“There are already Specials out there.”

“Yes, but she thinks you should be one of them.”

“Just me?” Zechs shifted the position of his hands to rub Treize's temples and massage the base of his skull.

“She's been… odd since she saw us together the other morning.”

“She suspects us?”

“I think so.” Treize sighed. “I'm afraid we've allowed ourselves to become indiscreet. I shouldn't let you spend so much time in my room.”

“Do you think she'll tell anyone?”

“No. Une is personally loyal to me. She would never betray my trust, even if she thought I was doing something wrong.”

“And she probably realizes revealing our affair would only hurt you.”

“How so?”

“Because an affair between soldiers is always the senior officer's fault.” Zechs leaned down and kissed Treize on the forehead. “You are risking your rank and career. The worst they would do to me is reprimand me for not reporting you and then ship me off to the Moon to separate us.” He resumed the massage. “Besides, we've always known that sooner or later we would have to stop.”

Treize opened his eyes and reached up to catch Zech's hands. He turned in the chair and pulled Zechs around in front of him. “It doesn't bother you to think of our relationship ending?”

“Our relationship will never end, Treize,” Zechs answered. His blue eyes looked deeper than the ocean. “You will always be a part of my life. Serving under you is as important to me as sharing your bed. Being with you has made me happy and I never thought I would feel that emotion again. And I will always love you.”

Tossing discretion to the wind, Treize pulled Zechs down into his lap and kissed him deeply. Zechs put his arms around Treize's neck and kissed him back warmly. Then he looked into Treize's eyes with a smile.

“Headache gone?”

“Yes. You're always good for what ails me.” Treize kissed him again and then let Zechs slip out of his lap. Treize stood up. “Something's going to break soon, Zechs. I can feel it in my bones.”

Zechs grinned at him. “Then wouldn't it be better to have me conveniently close by when it happens? Say, sleeping next to you?”

Treize shook his head with a smile. “It's hard to argue with that logic.” He waved his hand toward the door. “Let's go have dinner. I have a feeling I'm going to need the energy later.”

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Treize wondered how many people besides Une suspected he was sleeping with Zechs. Every morning since he had been placed in charge at Luxembourg, the junior officer on duty on the overnight shift would bring him a summary report of the night's activities. Of course, the same reports were always waiting in detail on his desk, but Treize always wanted to know as soon as possible if there were any matters that required his immediate attention. But quite frequently, when the officer arrived with the report, Zechs would be in Treize's room. Most of the time, Treize simply accepted the report and sent the officer on his or her way without discussion. But every once in a while, something in the report would catch Treize's eye, or the officer would bring something to his attention, and that was when Zechs' presence would become obvious.

The morning after his discussion with Une about sending Zechs to the Colonies, the night duty officer arrived with the morning report right after Treize and Zechs finished dressing. Zechs was seated at Treize's desk scanning the news headlines on his console while Treize finished putting on his boots when the officer, Lieutenant Matthews, knocked on the door.

“Come in!”

Lieutenant Matthews stepped in and saluted smartly before holding the report out to Treize. He remained at attention with his eyes focused on Treize expectantly.

Treize scanned the report briefly and his eyes lit up. “Zechs! Good news! We get to do final acceptance testing on the new Aries model flying mobile suit. They've finally released the prototype from systems test.”

Zechs turned around with a broad grin. “Oh yeah? You're going to let me do that, right? I am your best pilot.”

“You'll have to sit through a system review with the engineers. And they'll probably want to do a bunch of pre-flight testing with you before they let you take it up.”

“I can stand it. I've wanted to fly one of those suits since I first read about it at the Academy two years ago.”

“I thought you'd say that.” Treize grinned back. “I'll put your name down.” He scanned the rest of the report and his smile turned to a frown. “Dammit! Another ground transport was hijacked last night.”

“Military or civilian?” Zechs asked immediately. He stood up and leaned across the bed to read over Treize's shoulder.

“Civilian. A truck convoy moving processed chrome steel bars to a manufacturing plant in Vilnius.”

“That fits with the other thefts you've documented.” Zechs glanced at Treize, his face only inches away. “Do you think it's enough to convince the general?”

“I don't know. I hope so.” Treize looked at Zechs. This close together, he could smell the musky scent of Zechs' skin and excitement stirred briefly. Treize turned back to Lieutenant Matthews. “Thank you, Lieutenant. That will be all.”

Lieutenant Matthews saluted sharply and left, closing the door behind him.

Treize handed the report to Zechs so he could finish putting on his boots. “After breakfast, I want to go over all these thefts again. Vilnius isn't that close to Pancevo, but it's on the same continent. There has to be a way to show that it's possible all this stolen material is ending up in the same region. If I can do that, the general will have to listen to me.”

Zechs nodded. “Let's go to your office. We can have breakfast brought to us there and save time.”

“Good idea.” Treize stood up and fixed his eyes on Zechs. “Things are coming to a head Zechs, I just know it. The thing I fear most right now is that we won't be ready for it.”

Zechs came around the bed and put his arms around Treize's waist. “I have faith in you Treize. We all do. Every man and woman on this base would follow you into hell and never look back.”

Treize stared at Zechs' beautiful face for several heartbeats and then kissed him deeply. “That faith is what drives me. Let's get to work.”

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Zechs was enjoying himself. The new Aries flying mobile suit was keeping up with him nicely. He flipped into a tight roll and dove toward the ground, snapping out level at one hundred meters with guns blazing. He obliterated the wooden target on the ground and pulled up sharply, spinning around to shoot behind him at the remains of the same target as he climbed.

“Having fun?” Treize asked dryly. Beneath his amused voice, Zechs could hear a babble of other voices on the radio.

“Yes, I am,” he replied. “The engineers have done a good job with this model.”

“Glad to hear that. I was just informed that we'll be getting four of the first production models, assuming they're still speaking to me after you've flown their prototype into the ground.”

“Please!” Zechs exclaimed with wounded pride. “It won't even have a scratch.”

He heeled over and plunged earthward at full speed. A wingspan from the ground, he pulled out and flew sideways for two hundred meters, firing his laser at a row of simulated mobile suits. He scored hits on all ten and shot back up into the sky as the babble from the radio increased in volume.

“I'm coming in.”

By the time he made his landing and swung down to the tarmac, Treize, Une, Cole and several engineers were on their way across the tarmac to meet him. Most of the engineers just hurried past him, anxious to see what he had done to their prototype, but the chief engineer, an older woman with gray hair tied in a bun on the back of her head, stopped to face him, reaching him ahead of Treize by several long strides.

“How did it handle?” she asked, her voice and expression alternating between anger, concern and excitement.

“It's very responsive,” Zechs answered, “even at high speed. The targeting seemed a little off, though, but I could compensate for it.”

“We'll look at that. Thank you, Lieutenant.” She hurried to join the other engineers swarming over the Aries prototype.

“The targeting is off?” Treize asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“Just a little,” Zechs grinned. “I could hardly tell them it's perfect. They'd be insufferable.”

Treize and Cole laughed and Une cracked a small smile.

“They said we'd get our Aries units next week,” Treize said, still smiling. “The four of us will train in them initially. We'll provide cover during parachute landings of the Leo units and then provide air combat support.”

They turned to gaze approvingly at the Aries mobile suit.

“This will improve our combat effectiveness significantly,” Cole remarked, a wide grin on his dark face. “Those rebels got another thing coming next time they kick up a fuss.”

Zechs nodded in agreement. Mobile suit technology was going to turn the tide in future wars.