Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Victoria Base Affair ❯ Reunion ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6: Reunion

Treize had had opportunities to return to the Victoria Base. He had been invited several times to be a judge at the alumni games, but he had always declined. Treize doubted that he could see Zechs and keep his hands off him. Even after three years of separation, he still had dreams about Zechs from which he woke aching with desire. But today was different. Zechs had graduated. Tonight, the Romafeller Foundation would honor him and other students from the senior class for their achievements.

Of course, it was something of an insult that he was not being honored all by himself. Zechs was the only student in the history of the Victoria Base Academy to participate in the alumni games all four years of his attendance, and he was just the fifth student to participate on two winning teams. His team had won the alumni games this year.

But Zechs still refused, it seemed, to play politics the way Romafeller nobility liked it. So they honored him, but still held their noses in the air. As if Zechs would care. Treize longed to see him, but he nevertheless arrived fashionably late at the expensive manor where the banquet was being held. The banquet and awards ceremony would already be over, and the attendees settled down to the serious business of mingling, backstabbing and plotting. He worked his way through the room, doing his own share of trouble-making, while he looked for Zechs.

When he finally saw him, Treize had to fight to keep from dashing across the room and sweeping Zechs into his arms. It seemed impossible, but he had forgotten how utterly beautiful Zechs was. He forced himself to approach Zechs in a sedate and dignified manner. He had not quite reached him when Zechs turned and saw him. His blue eyes widened slightly and a hint of a smile touched his shapely lips. He didn't say anything as Treize drew near.

"It is good to see you again, my dear Count," Treize said, praying that his voice sounded normal.

"It is good to see you also, Lord Kushranada. It's been too long." Zechs' eyes were fixed on his and Treize had to struggle to keep breathing. Desire was burning through him, robbing him of the power of speech. He stared at Zechs, unable to think of anything except how much he wanted this man. Finally, fighting to keep his voice calm and level, Treize forced himself to speak.

"If you don't mind, Count Zechs, I would like to speak with you alone for a moment about your career plans."

Zechs bowed slightly. "I am at your service, my lord."

Treize led the way, knowing exactly where he was going. He had been in this manor many times and he knew the layout. He knew people were watching them leave and he hoped it wouldn't cause too much talk, but at this point, he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was Zechs.

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"In here," Treize murmured, as he opened a dark paneled door. Zechs stepped through and Treize moved in behind him, pushing the door shut and throwing the deadbolt. It was a beautifully appointed sitting room, of the sort where fine ladies and gentlemen would gather to listen to music or discuss politics. But Treize led the way quickly across the room to another door. As he entered the next room, Zechs smiled. It was a bedroom. There was no doubt in his mind now that Treize was ending their self-imposed separation. As Treize closed and bolted this second door, Zechs removed the jacket of his dress uniform and hung it carefully over a chair back. As Treize moved to do the same, Zechs calmly removed his boots, stockings and trousers, hanging the latter neatly over the chair as well. Then he turned to look at Treize, wearing only his shirt and underpants.

Treize regarded him for a long moment before removing his own trousers. Then he stepped close and enfolded Zechs in his arms. "I have missed you, Lightning Count," he said. "I never knew, until we were apart, how much your love meant to me."

Zechs put his arms around Treize's waist and lifted his lips for a kiss. Treize kissed him deeply, awakening Zechs' desire. He slid his hands up between Treize's arms and began unbuttoning his shirt. Treize kept kissing him, making the undressing awkward, but Zechs persisted until he could push the shirt open, sliding his hands across Treize's muscular chest. He leaned down, pressing his lips against Treize's warm skin, loving the taste and the scent of him. Treize put a hand under his chin and lifted his mouth back up for more kisses. At the same time, he began walking Zechs backward, until Zechs felt the edge of the bed against the back of his knees. He fell onto the bed and Treize climbed on top of him, continuing to kiss him. Treize unbuttoned his shirt and helped Zechs pull his arms out of it. Zechs pushed Treize's shirt off his shoulders and down his arms.

Then Treize sat up on his knees and pushed his underpants down. He shifted from knee to knee to strip completely, and then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Zechs' underpants and yanked them down. He lay back down beside Zechs, one arm underneath him, the other cupped against Zechs' cheek as he began kissing him again. Zechs inched his way farther onto the bed and Treize moved with him, until their feet were no longer hanging off the edge.

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As Treize touched him, Zechs began to ache with the need to make love with him. He pulled Treize close, caressing him gently, feeling his body respond to that loving touch. As they began to make love, the intimacy of it touched him more deeply than he would ever have imagined. Perhaps it was simply because it was Treize who was with him, melding his body with Zechs' in the most primal act known to man. But this was the culmination of the love he had held in check for so many years, finally set free to express itself in the most basic way imaginable. He clung to Treize, gasping helplessly as joy filled him. He was only dimly aware of Treize's answering groan of ecstasy.

As his shudders subsided, he opened his eyes and found Treize's face inches from his own. Treize gazed intently into his eyes for a moment, and then lowered his mouth to Zechs', kissing him long and deeply.

"I have waited so long to be with you like this," Treize whispered. "I have never loved anyone the way I love you."

"You are the only man I will ever love," Zechs answered softly. "But I must be dreaming, for it seems wrong to be this joyful."

"If this is a dream, then it is a beautiful dream, and I pray I shall never wake," said Treize. "If I could spend the rest of my life in your arms, I would call my life fulfilled." He kissed Zechs again, his tongue sliding in to stroke warmly and softly against Zechs' lips and tongue.

Zechs kissed him back, content to lie there, suffused with the warm afterglow of his climax.

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Zechs awoke early the next morning cuddled against Treize's side, his right arm behind Treize's neck and his left arm draped across Treize's chest. Treize was still asleep and Zechs lifted his head to gaze at him lovingly. It was such a relief not to pretend anymore, not to hide the deep love and desire he had felt for this man for well over three years. He trailed his fingers across the firm, smooth skin of Treize's chest, tracing circles around the nipples, and then sliding his fingers down the indentation in the middle to his navel, and beyond to more interesting places. Treize stirred. Zechs caressed him and a soft sigh escaped Treize's lips.

"Didn't you get enough last night?" Treize murmured without opening his eyes.

"I don't think it's possible to get enough of you," Zechs answered. He leaned over and stroked his tongue gently across the nipple closest to him.

"Ahh…" Treize exclaimed softly.

Zechs licked him again and sat up, moving to straddle Treize's thighs. "You satisfied me at least five times last night, although I admit the last two were so close together they might have been counted as the same one." Treize smiled. "Anyway, I've decided it's your turn. So lie still and let me do all the work."

"Zechs…"

"Hush. Don't move. It's still early. No one's looking for us yet."

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Treize was breathing hard. He slid his hands up Zechs' arms to his shoulders, and then cupped Zechs' face in his hands. "If you were the one doing all the work, why am I exhausted?"

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Zechs smiled and leaned down to give Treize a kiss. "Because you can't help wanting to be in charge."

Treize smiled too and he pulled Zechs' mouth back down to his. Zechs' hair spilled down to hide their faces behind a curtain of silver. After a long, tongue-filled kiss, Treize looked into Zechs' eyes. "I am going to have you transferred into my unit."

Zechs was caught by surprise. "How can you do that? I've already been assigned."

"I'm a senior member of the Romafeller Foundation," Treize replied with a smirk. "I can do whatever I want. And I want you."

"I want you to, Treize," Zechs said, "but won't it cause trouble even for you if they find out you're fucking one of your subordinates?"

"It would be better if no one found out, I'll admit. But I am not going to live without you anymore. If you're in my unit, we have a reason to spend time together. No one will question it." He gripped Zechs' arms. "I am well known for wanting the best people on my team. You're first in your class. No one will be surprised when I ask for you." He sighed. "We spent months resisting the need to become lovers. Then we went three years without seeing each other at all. We're lovers now and I refuse to give that up." He looked into Zechs' eyes. "You belong to me, Lightning Count, accept it."

Zechs stared at him for a long time, thinking it through. In all likelihood, they would be caught and he would be thrown out of the Alliance Military. But, until they were caught, they would have months together, sharing their passion. And that was worth any price. He kissed Treize gently. "I am at your service, Lord Kushranada."