Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Victoria Base Affair Extended Edition ❯ Assault on Pancevo ( Chapter 11 )

Warning: This chapter contains strong sexual content. It's good stuff, too, if I dare say so myself. Man, I'm a pervert! Oh, and there's some strong language, too.

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Chapter 11: Assault on Pancevo

Treize was frustrated. After three hours in video conference with General Catalonia and his aides, he had not been able to convince the general that trouble was brewing again in the Balkans, especially around Pancevo. Information for the region from the Alliance's European Intelligence Office indicated nothing unusual and continuing unrest in the Colonies had drawn the general's eye away from Earth. In the end, all Treize could manage was to keep the general from posting his unit to the Moon Base immediately.

It was not very late, but he'd missed training with Zechs and the others in the new Aries mobile suits and he'd missed dinner. The churning knot in his stomach made the latter of little concern, but he hated missing training. Une had offered to skip training and attend the briefing with him, but he'd said no. Her presence would have made no difference and at least one of them should get to do something fun.

He brooded darkly as he returned from the conference room to his quarters. There was a light showing under the door when he reached his room and for a moment he couldn't decide if he was relieved or annoyed that someone was there. He hoped it was Zechs.

He opened the door to find Zechs lounging on his bed reading a book.

Zechs looked up with a smile. “That was a long meeting.”

“And unsatisfying,” Treize growled back. He dropped his notes on the desk and pulled off his jacket, hanging it over the chair. “Someone in Intelligence has his head up his ass and the general is listening to him. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep him from shipping us off Earth.”

“That would be bad timing.” Zechs frowned, concern showing on his face.

“Extremely bad timing,” Treize concurred. He sank down on the bed with a sigh. “I really expected something to have happened by now.” He shook his head. “Maybe I'm wrong.”

“You're not wrong, Treize,” Zechs assured him. He wrapped his arms around Treize and put his chin on one shoulder. “Do you want to eat? I'm sure we could still get something at the mess hall.”

Treize shook his head. “I'm not hungry.” He clasped Zechs' wrists. “I wish I'd been at training with you today. It seems like I get to spend less and less time in the cockpit.”

“Responsibility does that.”

“Well, I hate it.”

Zechs kissed his ear. “There's something else you've had less time for lately.”

Treize smiled. “I'm not busy right now.”

“I was hoping you'd say that.” Zechs nibbled his neck and licked his ear. “Why don't you just lie back? I'll bolt the door and soothe all your frustrations away.”

“That is the best suggestion I've heard in months.”

Treize decided that getting slowly and methodically stripped naked, while being kissed, caressed and licked everywhere, was the best way to unwind at the end of a long day. Zechs took his time, showing loving, intimate attention to each part of Treize's body as he exposed it. Along the way, Treize re-discovered a passion for having his toes licked. He was also reminded that the tender skin on the inside of his elbows and the back of his knees was extremely susceptible to soft, wet kisses. He was completely aware of every inch of his body and it was all deeply aroused.

“You're a magician, Zechs,” he whispered.

“Um hmm,” was all Zechs could say since, at that particular moment, most of Treize's cock was in his mouth.

“Ohhh!” Treize groaned as Zechs slowly and deliberately sucked his way to the very tip.

“Would you like to see my disappearing act now?” Zechs asked with a seductive smile. At Treize's hasty nod, Zechs straddled him and positioned himself over Treize's erect cock, clasped between his fingertips. “Now you see it,” he murmured, “and now you don't,” and he settled onto Treize with a soft moan.

Treize gasped with pleasure. Having been completely sensitized to the lightest touch, Zechs' warm, tight orifice sliding smoothly down his shaft felt like a long, slow caress. Zechs rode him slowly, letting each slow, deep stroke stand on its own as an act of exquisite pleasure. Treize closed his eyes so nothing would distract him from savoring what it felt like to be inside Zechs at that moment. He was on fire. Erotic stimulation made his heart pound and his breath come in ragged gasps. Then Zechs began to move faster and joy radiated through Treize. He ached with it, from his fingertips to his toes. His cock throbbed with growing urgency and he began to moan aloud. Then Zechs cried out and he came, his body clenching Treize's cock with his hard orgasm.

“Ahhh!” Treize gasped. He arched up, caught in the double grip of his own and Zechs' orgasm, ejaculation sending shudders of ecstasy through him. Zechs moved again, sending additional waves of pleasure washing through him. For a long time, Treize was aware of nothing at all but the orgasm that held his body completely rigid.

“Oh, lord!” Treize finally groaned. “I think I just died.”

“Don't worry,” Zechs answered breathlessly. “Give me a few minutes and I'll bring you back to life.”

“Oh, god! You are trying to kill me.”

Zechs just smiled and leaned down to give him a long, deep kiss.

-o-o-o-o-

The base alarm jerked them both awake a few hours before dawn. Treize leaped out of bed and keyed on the communicator without any thought for the fact that he was naked and Zechs was behind him hastily pulling on his clothes.

“What is it?” he demanded of the night duty sergeant who appeared on his monitor.

“Pancevo Base is under attack, Commander!” the sergeant replied excitedly. “It's a large force of mobile suits! The base is taking mortar fire, too! General Catalonia is calling for reinforcements!”

“Mobilize all units on standby to the carrier hanger,” Treize ordered. “I want them to start loading the Leos onto the carriers immediately. And make sure they load the Aries units onto my carrier.”

“Yes sir!” The sergeant keyed off and a moment later his voice boomed out of the base speakers, overwhelming the klaxon still sounding in the background. “Attention! Attention! All carrier crews report to station! Repeat! All carrier crews report to station! All standby personnel report to the carrier hanger for orders! Loading of Leo and Aries mobile suits to commence immediately!”

“I said you were right,” Zechs remarked in a surprisingly calm voice as he stamped into his boots.

“Yes, now if I'd only been more prepared,” Treize replied angrily. “It's going to take half an hour to load all the mobile suits onto the carriers.” He began pulling on his own clothes. “It will be two hours before we can get to Pancevo.”

“Can't be helped.” Zechs stood up. “I'll meet you at the hanger.” He sprinted out the door.

The carrier hanger was a beehive of activity. Mobile suits were being loaded into four carriers and pilots were racing in from all directions to check in with their commanders. Cole was already there issuing orders to Treize's unit as they came in. Zechs had just reached him when Treize entered the hanger. Treize ran to join them.

“Have they loaded the Aries suits yet?” he asked as he reached them.

“No,” Cole answered. “I told them to put those on last, so they can jump first. I sent Une to make sure the Leos are being packed with parachutes. I've been telling the pilots to get on board and stay out of the way.”

“Very good. Zechs, go oversee the loading of the Aries suits. Cole, come with me. We need to find out what's happening in Pancevo.”

“Right.”

Pancevo was in trouble. Mortar fire was pounding the base from the hills south of the river. Two lines of mobile suits were attacking, one from the northwest and one from the east, forcing General Catalonia to fight on two fronts while taking fire from the rear. They were holding their own, but just barely. They needed help badly.

Once their carrier was in the air, Treize, Une, Cole and Zechs brought up a map of the area, projected on a large screen at the front of the cabin, and planned their counterattack.

“We'll drop in behind the enemy forces to the north,” Treize decided. “Once our unit is down and engaging the enemy, the second carrier can drop reinforcements behind us. That should be enough to give the general some breathing room. Once he puts more forces on his eastern front, the other two carriers can drop their Leos behind the enemy's eastern flank.”

“Sounds good,” Cole said, “But what about the mortar fire to the south?”

“We'll have the bombers go in just ahead of us and take them out.” Treize turned an intent gaze on each of them. “We can't let them take Pancevo Base. The loss of such a strategic asset will inspire more rebellion against the Alliance. Our victory must be decisive.”

“Yes sir!” They spoke in unison.

Treize nodded in satisfaction. He had some of the best mobile suit pilots in the Earth Sphere in his unit. He trusted them to get the job done, but he knew it would not be easy. They were not going to get through this unscathed.

-o-o-o-o-

Zechs went through his pre-flight while he listened to the noise of the battle below. The Pancevo forces had been pushed back inside the Base perimeter. They were fighting hard, but they had taken heavy losses. Knowing reinforcements were coming, they had fought to hold the Base only, conceding the perimeter territories almost immediately. The tactic had bought them time when time was what they needed. They had held until the arrival of the Luxembourg forces. It would have been nice if they'd had more Aries mobile suits and pilots trained in them, but they were out of luck. The other Alliance forces that had received the earliest production models were too far away to bring help to Pancevo in time. So it would be just the four of them, along with their Leos.

“Bomber Group 21 approaching target.” The voice crackled from the radio over the babble from below.

“Report bombs away, 21.” Treize replied.

“Bomber Group 21, aye.”

“Alpha 3-5 prepare to jump.” Treize sounded grim through the static of the radio. “Zechs, you go first.”

“Alpha 3-5 aye,” Zechs responded and he brought all his systems on-line.

“Bombs away!”

The back of the carrier dropped open and Zechs immediately leaped out. He did a quick roll and spin to scan the area around him and the ground below. “All clear,” he reported.

Treize, Une and Cole jumped out one by one, flying away from each other and Zechs to form a perimeter for the Leos. Almost immediately, the Leos began jumping, their chutes popping open as soon as they were clear of the hatch. Zechs and Cole descended with the falling Leos, while Treize and Une stayed high. Some of the enemy mobile suits below began firing up toward the Leos as they dropped. The Leos returned fire.

A fierce grin spread across Zechs' face and he plunged toward the ground at full speed, dodging the fire effortlessly. He banked into a hard turn as he neared the rear of the enemy line, now starting to turn to face the new threat, and opened fire with his laser. He sliced his way through half a dozen mobile suits before rolling over and climbing back into the sky. The first of the Leos were touching down now and shedding their chutes, forming a line to begin an assault.

“Carrier 12, release your Leos,” Treize ordered.

The second carrier began dropping its Leos. Treize and Une oversaw their landing while Zechs and Cole led the assault on the enemy line. Zechs was delighted with the performance of his Aries mobile suit in battle. Its speed and maneuverability put the slower ground based units at a huge disadvantage. He swooped in on them repeatedly from above, slaughtering enemy pilots at will.

“Carrier 18, Carrier 31, release your Leos.” Treize had stayed high to assess the battle progress. Now that all the Leos were on their way down, he dropped down on the fight below like a falling stone. He cut his way through a dozen mobile suits using an energy saber instead of a rifle. Zechs laughed with pleasure at the sight. Leave it to Treize to enter a critical battle with nothing but a sword. Always the gentleman was Lord Treize.

“At least tell me you brought a gun, Treize!” he shouted gleefully.

“Guns are for wimps!” Treize shouted back. He sounded like he was having fun.

“And you accuse me of taking chances!” Under the circumstances, Zechs should have been worried, but he wasn't. As always, Une was right there beside Treize, watching his back and blowing enemy mobile suits to bits with her usual quiet efficiency.

“Welcome to Pancevo!” General Catalonia greeted them suddenly. He sounded tired but relieved. “You are a very welcome sight, Luxembourg.”

“Glad to be of service, General,” Treize replied. “Sorry we took so long.”

“Not a problem, Commander. You're not too late and that's good enough.”

A massive explosion shook the ground, causing some of the mobile suits to lose their footing. Flame and smoke rose up on the southern side of the Base, billowing up into the sky. An instant later, the screams began.

“We're breached! They're everywhere! Fall back! Fall…” The voice cut off, but the cries continued.

Then a new voice cried out, “General Catalonia! They're inside the perimeter! We're cut off!”

“Goddamn it!” Treize cried out. He flashed away toward the south with Une in his wake. “Zechs, find the general!”

“Aye!”

Zechs blasted up over the battlefield and flew southeast. He fired below him as he went, knocking down as many enemy suits as he could on the way. “General Catalonia, acknowledge!” he shouted into the communicator as he neared the Alliance front lines.

“The general went to help the rear forces!” someone called back.

“Shit!” Zechs wheeled around, zoomed over the Alliance soldiers and headed toward the column of smoke. “General Catalonia! Acknowledge! Acknowledge!” It didn't seem possible that the general could have covered so much ground in such a short time, but the area behind the Alliance front lines was empty. Zechs flew higher so he could see farther and picked up speed. Finally, in the distance ahead of him, he could see ten or so mobile suits racing toward the area of the explosion. Punching up to full speed, he sped toward the group, but panic touched him when he saw, from his higher vantage, another group of mobile suits waiting to ambush the approaching Alliance soldiers.

“General Catalonia!” he shouted, “Hold up! You're not clear!”

He was too late. The waiting enemy soldiers jumped up from their ambush, machine guns blazing. Six of the Alliance soldiers went down immediately. Zechs dropped down onto the battle, firing furiously. As soon as they saw him, the enemy soldiers retreated. Zechs pursued them far enough to make sure they were really running before he backtracked to check on the general. Two of the Alliance soldiers had exited their mobile suits and were hurrying to open another one as Zechs dropped down to land beside the fallen Leos. A sinking feeling hit Zechs in the pit of his stomach.

“Is it the general?” he asked numbly.

“Yes!” One of the soldiers kicked the emergency release and the cockpit door dropped open.

General Catalonia was dead. Bullets had torn through the cockpit, puncturing him in a dozen places. Zechs dropped his head into his hands. The general was one of the finest men he had ever known. This man had helped shape the Alliance forces. He had built the Specials and the Oz organization. His loss was tragic. Treize had to be told.

“Alpha 3-5, the general has fallen.”

The silence which followed his announcement was heartbreaking.

“How?” Treize's voice was flat and emotionless.

“He was ambushed coming to the aid of his men.”

“Stay with him. I'll join you when I can.”

“Acknowledged.”

Zechs climbed up to a comfortable altitude and scanned the area for more rebels. Below him, three Alliance soldiers stood guard in their mobile suits while the two men on foot removed the general's body from his mobile suit and laid him out on the ground. One of the men took off his uniform jacket to cover the general's face.

A flicker of motion at the edge of an undamaged building caught Zechs' eye. Instantly, he flew over the top and discovered a small party of rebels sneaking along against the wall of the building. Zechs saw no reason to give them any warning and the ambushers became the ambushed. His laser rifle tore through the unsuspecting mobile suits, exploding them into flame and smoke.

Machine gun fire rattled against the side of his suit and Zechs spun to find more rebels racing toward him from the shelter of another building.

“The whole damn base is infiltrated!” Zechs muttered to himself. He flew up and over the new threat, firing below him as he went. “I guess it's time to go mole hunting.” He began working his way outward in a widening spiral, locating and destroying enemy mobile suits. “Treize is right. These rebels had inside help.”

-o-o-o-

The Alliance forces slowly gained the upper hand, but at a terrible price. Half of the Base was in flames. Over a third of the Base forces had been destroyed. The Luxembourg forces had taken losses as well. It was just approaching midday when the Alliance forces finally drove the rebels into retreat. But after nearly eight hours of fighting, the Alliance did not have enough energy or resources left to pursue the survivors and they were allowed to escape.

When Treize finally arrived at the site of the general's fallen Leo, he was screaming into his communicator. Zechs had never seen him so angry.

“Where the hell are the additional reinforcements? I called for help three hours ago!” Treize listened to the reply for only seconds before interrupting. “Goddamn it! I am the ranking officer in the field! If I say we needed help, we needed help! The idiot in European Command who countermanded my orders had better have a damn good reason or I'll hang him for a traitor myself!” Treize flung the communicator away in fury and stormed toward Zechs.

“What happened?” Zechs asked quietly.

Treize clenched and unclenched his fists, clearly trying to get himself under control, but when he spoke, he spoke as quietly as Zechs had. “I called for additional reinforcements when the general fell, primarily to capture the rebels, but someone in European Command countermanded my orders. Apparently, there was concern that other bases might be attacked, so they held the remaining forces in reserve, just in case.”

Zechs stared in shock. “But we could have lost Pancevo! What intelligence did they have that outweighed the battle that was already being fought?”

“I don't know, but I'm damn well going to find out.” Treize turned toward the general's Leo and his face fell. “He's really dead?”

Zechs nodded.

“Damn.” Treize drew in a long breath. “Someone's going to pay for this, Zechs. I don't care what I have to do. I'll find out who betrayed General Catalonia and I'll kill him with my own two hands.”