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

Hello folks, sorry we're a little late but my weekend was packed.

Ryu: Yeah and she's posting this when she should be doing her History project

Rude02: A fellow perv! ^,^ This is actually a canon thingy because this is a possible background story. And he ain't really what I would call suicidal…

So hope everyone likes.

Chapter: 9/14

Alright people here's your chappy.

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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 had allowed his unit to return to Luxembourg after Zechs got out of the hospital, and that meant he and Zechs could spend more 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's hips. He began rolling his hips back and forth, rubbing his groin up and down Treize's penis until it began 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 erect penis 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.

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Treize had a headache. He rubbed his temples with his fingertips, knowing full well that what he really needed was an aspirin. He spoke quietly, to keep his head 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 in 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 completely sure he wasn't arguing with her because he didn't want to be separated from Zechs. But something in his gut told him 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 shoes and unbrushed 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 still 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 that 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, 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 confidence, 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 could 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 you 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 Zechs pushed out of his lap. Treize stood up. "Something's going to break soon, Zechs. I can feel it in my gut."

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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Cut. I know it's late so everyone scram. Actors have a good week. Readers please review. Happy Halloween and Goodnight. (Throws everyone candy then collapses) To much work. @-@

Ryu: Please review we need her alive for the next part.