Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Victoria Base Affair ❯ Ambushed ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter 8: Ambush

Treize and Zechs found few opportunities to be alone together since coming to Pancevo. Living on the carrier, surrounded by their comrades, mechanics and the carrier crew, there was little chance for privacy. But Treize was really too distracted anyway. The certain knowledge that there was a traitor somewhere in the Pancevo command had him constantly on edge. Zechs often found the safest way to appease his need to touch Treize was to massage his head and temples after dinner. If anyone caught them at it, it had a relatively innocuous explanation. And if they had five uninterrupted minutes, he could usually steal a kiss or two. But sex was pretty much out of the question, which left him tremendously frustrated even though he was tired most of the time from the constant patrols.

But after waking up for the second time on the same night with a hard-on so stiff it hurt, Zechs gave up trying to sleep. He could explain the first midnight shower as attempting to escape the heat, but he doubted anyone would buy it a second time. He rolled out of his bunk in the converted living quarters on the carrier and padded quietly out into the passageway on his bare feet, his boots in one hand. His untucked shirt hung down far enough to cover his erection, but he walked slowly anyway, so the tails wouldn't blow against him and reveal the bulge.

This is ridiculous, he thought. How am I supposed to work like this?

He strolled down into the hanger bay. It was dark and quiet, but as he walked along between the rows of mobile suits, he saw one with an open cockpit door emitting a faint flicker of light from the displays. It was Treize's suit. Without a second thought, Zechs dropped his boots in the shadows and scrambled up the side of the suit. There was no elevator cart nearby, so whoever was inside had gone up the same way. He peeked inside the open door and felt warm desire spread from his groin when he saw Treize seated in the pilot's seat.

"Couldn't sleep either?" he asked as he stepped into view.

Treize started in surprise and then smiled broadly. "Zechs! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Wandering around wishing I could be in bed with you." He moved all the way into the cockpit, put his hands on Treize's shoulders, leaned over and kissed him deeply.

Treize's left hand slid around Zechs' torso and pulled him down into his lap, while his right hand flickered across the controls, closing the door and disabling the communications interfaces. Then he began undoing Zechs' trousers.

Zechs took his tongue out of Treize's mouth long enough to whisper, "We'll get caught," and then slipped his tongue hungrily between Treize's lips again.

"I don't care," Treize mumbled around Zechs' tongue as he worked his hand inside Zechs' underwear and began caressing his penis.

Zechs groaned. He stood up, without taking his mouth off Treize's, so Treize could pull his pants down. At the same time, he fumbled desperately for Treize's zipper and yanked it down. Treize started stroking him and Zechs' hands shook as he worked his fingers into the flap of Treize's underwear to pull his penis out. It was deliciously hard. With a gasp, Zechs pulled his mouth away and turned around. Treize put an arm around Zechs' waist and pulled him down into his lap, inserting his erection at the same time. Zechs leaned back against him with a cry of joy. Gripping the edge of the console, he began pushing himself up and down. Treize put both arms around him, moving with him, his cries of pleasure an echo of Zechs' own.

Even being as hard as he was, Zechs didn't come right away; he didn't want to. He wanted to enjoy this moment with Treize for as long as he could. He let his head fall back against Treize's shoulder as ecstasy slowly engulfed him. Treize felt wonderful inside him. He was so hard, Zechs could feel every inch of it, opening him up and stimulating him until shivering waves of pleasure washed through him, cresting steadily towards climax. His ejaculation was so powerful he couldn't make a sound while it was happening.

"Oh god!" he whispered when it finished. "How did I ever last so long without having you?"

Treize kissed his cheek. "The same way I did," he murmured, breathless from the strength of his own orgasm, "by thinking about other things."

"I love you, Treize."

"I love you, too." Treize kissed his cheek again. "Now help me clean up. I am NOT explaining this to my mechanic!"

Zechs smiled. "You know, if we did this in bed, we wouldn't always have to clean up after ourselves."

Treize shoved Zechs out of his lap. "Smart aleck," he muttered.

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Because of the suspected traitor, Treize changed the patrol assignments every day in an attempt to keep anyone from guessing when a patrol team would move through a particular area. It seemed to be working at first, as they experienced a brief rise in their success rate at finding and capturing guerilla forces. But then, things started to go wrong again. They lost another shipment of supplies when a carrier was hijacked at a refueling stop on the Mediterranean coast. General Catalonia was reportedly spitting nails and Treize was short-tempered with pretty much everyone but Zechs. This became obvious when Sheldon and Zechs entered the main mobile suit bay of the carrier and found Treize dressing down two terrified looking mechanics.

Treize stopped as soon as he saw Zechs and dismissed the mechanics with an abrupt wave of his hand. They fled as if escaping the hangman. He waited for Zechs and Sheldon to reach him, obviously trying to rein in his temper.

"Is something wrong, Commander?" Zechs asked as soon as they reached him.

"No," Treize replied with a slight shake of his head. "I just need…" he stopped and shook his head again, and then smiled at Zechs. "I just need to catch a break. Take the Blue 4 patrol today, outside-in pattern."

"Yes, sir." Zechs saluted and headed off for his mobile suit. Beside him, Sheldon was frowning.

"The Commander's not happy," he grumbled. "When the Commander's not happy, something bad's always brewing."

Zechs nodded without replying. He knew what Sheldon meant.

Their patrol was uneventful. They marched across country, following a natural fold in the land that kept them out of sight most of the time. The quietness bothered Zechs. This was a populous region and although they passed people, working in fields or traveling along unpaved roads, it seemed like they didn't even notice the giant mobile suits moving past them.

They moved out into an open field. Dark forest rose up on the far side of the field, rumpling as it rose up into low hills. They had cleared that forest of rebels their first week in the Balkans. Zechs trained his long range viewer on the forest and scanned the edge. Nothing. Then the view screen went black as something rose up in his line of sight less than one hundred meters away. He had his rifle up and firing even before he dropped to normal view. All around them, rebel mobile suits were rising up out of holes in the ground. It was an ambush!

"Alpha 3-5! Alpha 3-5! We're under attack!" Sheldon screamed into his radio. "This is Bravo 6-6! We're under attack!"

Zechs backed up toward Sheldon, firing as he went. He risked a glance and saw Sheldon moving toward him. Maybe they had a chance if they stood together. The rebels only had machine guns, but they were taking their toll. Zechs and Sheldon blazed away at them with their laser rifles, but Zechs knew there were more rebels than they had power in their rifles.

"You bastards!" Sheldon screamed. "I'll kill you all, you sons of bitches! You ain't takin' me down, goddamn you!" He was firing wildly.

"Sheldon!" Zechs screamed at him. "Pick your targets! Don't waste your shots!" Zechs had brought three rebels down, but more were coming. "Hold on, Sheldon! Treize will get here! We just have to hold on!"

Sheldon's scream was deafening. Zechs knew the meaning of that horrible, tearing sound. It was a death cry. He'd heard it before, in his youth during the fall of the Sanc Kingdom. A shattering explosion knocked him through the air. Zechs felt a moment of deep regret that he was dying without saying goodbye to Treize, and then his suit slammed into the ground, knocking him unconscious.

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The two mobile suits looked like smoking wreckage at first glance. Treize's heart stopped and he stared in horror at Zechs' crushed Leo. As they got closer, he could see that the suit was more or less intact, but it lay smashed into the ground, with smoke curling up from more places than he could count.

"Get after them!" he screamed into the radio, pointing after the retreating guerillas. A part of his mind counted ten of them as the rogue mobile suits raced toward the shelter of nearby hills. Twelve of his unit sprinted after the guerillas while the others took up a defensive perimeter. But Treize had already forgotten them. He drove his suit close to Zechs' and leaped down while the door was still dropping open. He scrambled up to the fallen Leo's cockpit door and kicked the emergency release. The door started to open, caught, moved a little farther and then seized up.

"No!" Treize cried. He scrambled around to the narrow opening and gripped it with both hands. Squatting down, he pulled with strength amplified by the adrenaline pumping through his veins. With a shriek of metallic protest, the door shifted slightly.

"Aughh!"

Treize screamed in inarticulate rage and fear and jerked on the resisting panel with superhuman strength. There was a tremendous crack and the door ripped free, crashing over and sliding to the ground. He immediately lowered himself into the cockpit, balancing carefully on the back wall and the control panel.

The left side of the cockpit was caved in and Zechs looked as if that entire side of his body was broken. The hair on the left side of his head was matted with blood. His uniform was soaked with it. Treize stopped breathing.

"Oh god, no!" he whispered. "Please, no!" Carefully, he reached down to touch his fingers against Zechs' throat. At his touch, Zechs' eyelids fluttered and opened. Tears of joy and fear streamed unnoticed down Treize's cheeks. "It's all right, Zechs, I'm here," he whispered.

Zechs' lips moved. Treize twisted down so he could put his ear close enough to hear what Zechs was trying to say. Zechs' lips brushed against Treize's ear as he spoke, his breath warm against Treize's skin.

"I'm sorry… I couldn't… save him…"

Treize closed his eyes. Fury was fast consuming the fear within him. He lifted his head and shouted, "Where's the goddamn medic?"

"He's here," Une answered. She was leaning over the open cockpit, watching him. Another face appeared beside her.

"I need to get in there, sir," the medic, Dal Yazumi, said.

Reluctantly, Treize climbed out and let Dal take his place. "I want him out of there as soon as possible," he ordered as he moved aside.

"I have to stabilize him first, sir." But Dal was already ignoring him, focused on his patient.

Treize looked around the horizon anxiously. "Where's the fucking medevac?"

"It's on the way, Treize." Une put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. "Sheldon's dead."

Treize closed his eyes again, murmuring a brief prayer for the soul of his fallen comrade. Then his eyes snapped open as a thought suddenly struck him. "They were ambushed," he announced grimly.

"How is that possible?" asked Une. "You changed the patrol this morning. There is no way the enemy could have planned an ambush of this size that quickly. Zechs and Sheldon must have stumbled on them by accident."

"No," Treize shook his head, staring at Sheldon's dismembered Leo to avoid looking at Zechs. "If the guerillas had been surprised, they would have run, rather than wait to find out if these two were alone. They knew Zechs and Sheldon didn't have backup nearby. They knew exactly where to wait for them so they could take them by surprise." Treize looked toward where the guerillas had retreated. "Someone betrayed us." The hard look in his eyes and the steel in his voice made it clear that when he found out who it was, blood would be spilled.

They both turned at the sound of engines. The medevac flew as close to them as possible before settling to the ground in a vertical landing. Below them in the crushed cockpit, Dal was issuing terse orders into the radio mounted on his shoulder. As a team emerged from the medevac and raced toward them with a stretcher, Treize finally looked back down at Zechs. Dal had extricated Zechs' limbs from the wreckage and applied tourniquets and bandages. Treize knew there was nothing else he could do here, and that he needed to be doing other things, but it was hard to tear himself away. The thought of losing Zechs made him feel empty inside. The need to hold him and comfort him was a physical pain that ached through his whole body. With an effort, he dragged himself away and jumped to the ground.

"I want Sheldon's body cut out of there and returned to the Base for burial," he ordered Une. "And get some personnel out here to transport what's left of these mobile suits back to Luxembourg as well. We can scrap them for parts. I don't want so much as a bolt left for the guerillas to use."

Une nodded and moved off, barking orders into her communicator. Treize watched the medics load Zechs carefully onto the stretcher and hurry back to the medevac. He climbed into his Leo as it lifted off and thumbed on his radio. A chatter of voices immediately spilled out.

"I've got your back, Yuki! Take him!"

"Take left! I'll go right!"

"He's down! He's down!"

He listened as his team finished the battle and began mopping up. Then he flipped on his mike. "Alpha 3-5, return to base." The chorus of 'Aye's told him he had been heard. Leaving Une to handle the cleanup, he headed back to the carrier. He needed a secure channel for his next communication.

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And CUT!

Alright people that's a rap for now.

Actors come back next week so we can do the next chapter.

Don't do anything to weird or illegal in the interim!

That goes double for you two!

(Zechs and Treize blink innocently)

Zechs: Who us?

Yes you.

Treize: Don't worry we'll be good.

I am disinclined to believe that but o well. See ya people.

(Zechs and Treize leave muttering things including many types of syrups, sweets, and something about a dragon.)

For some reason I believe them even less now. (sweatdrops and turns to camera) Please review and see everyone in a week or so.

[Somewhere]

Wu-Fei: I have a bad feeling.