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"Crisis"Written By: Artemis Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: yaoi lemon including rimming, angst,
violence, language, reference to past NCS involving a minor, death,
angst. Pairings: 6x2, 3x4 Summary: Sequel to Interfacing: Regained. GAIA
prepares to go into space and announce itself to the world; Duo and
Zechs' relationship goes through its own crisis. "Crisis " 24) "Are you sure?" Sally Po asked her friend yet again. "I'm sure," Chang Wufei murmured quietly, then turned and went inside the mobile suit carrier in which he and Sally had arrived the day before. Sally retreated to stand beside Quatre, also present to see the Chinese Gundam pilot off. "Cleared for take-off," Wufei's radio announced - it was Heero's voice from the control tower where he was taking a shift. Trowa's shuttle had taken off up the launch ramp just twenty minutes earlier. "Thanks, Heero," Wufei responded. [I hope to see you again sometime... will you be coming to space? I'd like to talk to you again...] He didn't say any of these things aloud; perhaps when the war was over, he could manage to have another conversation with the disciplined, unemotional pilot he found so mysterious. Heero, at the communication officer's station, watched impassively as Wufei's carrier taxied out, then took off, heading, as everything here must head, north. [We didn't get to upgrade Wufei's Gundam,] he thought to himself, arms crossed over his chest. As every other GAIA soldier on duty now in the control tower, he wore the standard long, dark green uniform jacket, not the short, sportier jacket of the pilot corps. Federi came over and paused behind Heero's station. "I don't suppose you know him all that well either, do you?" he murmured, watching the speck in the sky with him that was Wufei's carrier. "It doesn't matter," Heero murmured. "I'll probably never see him again anyway." [They're all so strong-willed and independent,] Federi thought. [But so very lonely...] The radio crackled, but it was an in-base call. "Zechs to Federi..." "Yes, sir?" Federi was quick to respond as Heero opened the channel. The control tower chief of course knew of the big emotional scene in the hangar not too long ago between Zechs and Duo... word was already spreading around the base. "Please inform the others that we will be unavailable the remainder of the day," the base commander reported crisply. The "we" was understood - himself and Duo. "Others" meant Heero and Quatre. "Of course, sir," Federi replied promptly. A rather lewd snigger could be heard across the room; the chief turned and glared at the soldier, who blanched at being caught. [Deal with him later...] Heero was making mental notes. [I'll have to go back and check on the security of those files... arrange to have supper sent to them this evening, see that someone picks up the tray... hmm, Quatre is likely debriefing Bronn before the guy takes off, have to make sure he knows what files to look for... wonder where Lance got to...] "Thanks," Zechs returned. "I'm sure Heero and Quatre and yourself can manage things very well. Bronn will be leaving... and Lance will need to fit in..." "Got it covered," Heero spoke up abruptly. "Yes... thanks." Federi almost chuckled. [This one could run the base very easily; he certainly seems to have a feel for managing all the details.] "Zechs... out." Heero stood, nodding to the chief. "I need to see to a few things..." "Of course, Heero," Federi replied, waving him off. At his gesture, another soldier came over to relieve the Gundam pilot. Heero glanced again out the window; Wufei's carrier was barely a dot. "Hn," he responded, then turned and strode out the room. [Nah, I'll never see that one again, probably...] Sighing, Zechs shut off the computer and stood, pulling free his cravat and beginning to unbutton his shirt. [Unbelievable that Duo actually thought I had something going with that focused, unemotional boy. Heero only tolerates me because I'm a fellow pilot, I know. He *is* a good listener, and he has some sage advice for one so young. But interested in any sort of romantic relationship with *anyone*, he is not... including my sister, amazingly enough.] Heero and Relena. [Right,] he added, snickering to himself. "Something tickle your funny bone?" Duo asked upon hearing the happy sound as he emerged from the bathroom. He walked over to Zechs with the swagger he knew drove the man to distraction. He was fresh from the shower, wearing a towel slung seductively low on his hips, and his braid damp on his back. He hoped the image pleased his lover. Zechs swiveled around on one leg, leaning his weight back on one foot as he regarded the short but lithe and sensuous figure of his lover. [Little *man*, indeed,] he thought, seeing all too clearly that Duo Maxwell, despite his still-developing body, possessed a libido and sexual frankness suited to a man twice his age. [And all mine...] Finished unbuttoning his shirt, Zechs let it hang open. He laid his open hand palm down on the top of his thigh as his glance raked over his Dancer's body. A tap of fingers; he was barely resisting an urge to snatch the towel away... though he might yet. "Amusing myself with a completely ridiculous image of Heero with my sister," he explained. "But I'm very happy to replace that image with what I see in front of me." A coy smile curved at Duo's lips though his eyes lusted for the lean, muscled man before him. "This view's good, too," he said, as his heart pounded in sweet anticipation of Zechs's touch. He ran his hand enticingly over his belly and then let his fingers glide along the top edge of the terry cloth. [He hasn't seen me naked in so long. Just the right touch and the towel would drop... but I want him to make the move. I want my Wolf to come to me.] "Am I your prey, Wolf?" he asked, licking his lips as he looked at the man from under heavy chestnut bangs. "I hope so..." Zechs actually laughed, a low, rich sound. "Yes, you're my prey," he murmured, then abruptly shot his hand out to capture the towel, whipping it smoothly off the slim hips. "Delicious... and I bet you taste as good as you look, prey," he added with a smirk, tossing the towel behind him over his shoulder. The boy's eyes went wide and his groin stirred at the lightning move. Oh, Zechs was definitely taking command. Now he had Duo completely naked and on display before him. "Wanna take a bite?" Duo asked, inviting his Wolf to pounce as he ran his hands over his thighs. [Please or I'm gonna jump you!] The shirt went flying as well, and Zechs's hands dropped to his belt, already opening it. "Oh, I'll have more than a bite." [Oh, bother, got to get the boots off...] Pausing in his own undressing for the moment, he neared and slid his hands around Duo's waist and down to cup his ass while he bent to the boy's neck. He suckled on a spot for a moment, then murmured, his voice dropping deeper, "May I mark you? If you get away again, they're going to need to know whom you belong to so they can send you back to me..." The words of possession resounded so strongly in Duo's heart that he faltered from dizziness. How he'd longed to hear these words from Zechs. How he'd silently suffered as the weeks went by and his lover didn't mark him again. And how he had mourned the slow fading of their union as the marks had disappeared from his neck and Zechs had seemed to slip from his life. Now, at last, his Wolf was returning to him and he grabbed onto the man as much to support himself as to show his conviction and great love. "Yes, mark me, Zechs! I never want to be lost from you again!" [Yes, I almost lost this...] Zechs pulled Duo up into his arms, folding the boy's legs around his waist, one hand still possessively cupping his bottom. "Never going to lose you," he echoed as Duo slung his arms around his shoulders, then Zechs went for the slender throat again, carefully taking in a small fold of skin with his lips to suckle, bringing the blood to the surface. [Yes, I need to claim him, make him all mine again as once he was... you hear that, God of Death? Duo, Dancer, God of Death, Angel... you're all mine now... as all of me is yours...] He thought of the dream, of the resigned smirk on the face of that entity he'd come to fear, understanding its role in his complicated little lover's psyche. There was no more fear; Zechs felt that surety down to his bones, and internally reveled in the feeling. [Deets... my little angel, for I do not even know if you're still alive... I think you and Duo would have been friends, too...] Holding his Dancer close and tight, Zechs closed his teeth very carefully on the fold of skin. "Uhhh...ahhh," Duo moaned, reveling in the small, sharp pain at his throat as Zechs lovingly marked him. [Even yesterday he couldn't have done this... Oh, Zechs, I'm just beginning to understand what this means for us...] Duo tilted his head to expose his neck further. "I want to enjoy you all day," he said, purring from the attention. Zechs tenderly kissed the sore spot then rubbed his nose against it to soothe. "All day sounds about right..." he whispered. [And on top of everything, it will be an exceptionally wonderful distraction. I do *not* want to think about what may be happening in Bremen today. Regardless, we need this desperately...] He set Duo on his feet, then quickly sat back down again on his desk chair to pull off his boots. "Stay right there," he directed, tugging a boot off. "I need you to do something for me in a moment." When Zechs was finished with boots and socks, he stood and took Duo's hands, placing them on the waistband of the front of his pants. "Undress me?" he asked, letting his voice go silky. "Really?" Duo asked, a bit warily, but tingling from the proposition. He looked down, feeling the warmth of Zechs's skin and the coolness of his slacks under his fingers. There was just the briefest hesitation as he prepared himself to take that next step... to get past the rules of the last few weeks. "Yes, really," Zechs replied, smiling as he tenderly touched Duo's cheek. "So, your answer is yes?" [God, to be able to see him completely naked...] he thought and licked his lips. "Oh, hell, yes, I want to undress you!" Duo said finally, chuckling, and began to unbutton the waistband. Zechs watched avidly as Duo undid the front of his pants, then slid his hands inside to curve around the narrow hips and slide the uniform pants down. "You've been looking forward to this, I know," he murmured, stepping out of the pants when they pooled around his ankles. Unfortunately for Duo, there was yet another layer to remove before he could feast on his lover's body completely. "Yeah, *still* looking forward to this," Duo snorted in jest, though he was admiring how nicely Zechs fit into the tight briefs. He placed his hands at Zechs's hips again, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband. Then, sticking his tongue out in concentration, he slid the briefs down and down and down... staying with the article of clothing as it traveled the length of those gloriously long legs. Of course, the journey afforded Duo a very close encounter with the Sank Kingdom's crown jewels, but he didn't touch... not yet. When nearly finished, Duo knelt before his prince and looked back up, following the planes and angles of his lover's tightly muscled body. "Now I know what they mean when they say 'try looking at things from a different perspective.' And damn, this is a good one!" he said with a titter and smiled, waiting for Zechs to step out of the briefs, so they could get on with their lovemaking. Zechs, who was hungrily feasting with his eyes on the sight of his lover undressing him, shed the last item of clothing and reached to brush away chestnut tendrils from Duo's face. "I'm glad you approve... of the view," he murmured, then tipped the boy's chin up with a finger. "Can we go back to bed, now? And would you prefer Wolf to throw you over his shoulder again, or shall we just saunter over there hand in hand?" In part Zechs was surprised at how calm and relaxed he was, the recent tension seemingly dissipated. He felt as comfortable being nude with Duo as he had been in Cairo. [Why hadn't we at least been naked together these last few weeks?] he wondered, though he knew the answer. [It wouldn't have been fair... making him look at what I wasn't ready to let him have.] "How 'bout I race you there instead?" Duo asked, playfully, but didn't wait for an answer before springing from the floor to cross the short distance to the bed and then land on it with a bounce. "Now I'm ready for my Wolf!" he said, as he turned back to his lover, again kneeling before him, and now smiling brightly. In three strides Zechs was climbing onto the bed as well, kneeling then sitting in order to pull a grinning Duo into his lap. "This is more like it," he murmured with a knowing smile, then as Duo's arms went around his neck, he bent to kiss him deeply, caressing his back. Hungry for his lover, Duo moaned into the kiss. The feeling of being naked and wrapped in each other's arms was as near to perfection as compared to any other emotion he had had since Cairo. [And I know there's more to come. We're going to share everything this time!] The anticipation made Duo take the kiss deeper, explore Zechs's mouth more intimately with his tongue and tighten his hold on the man. [God, we both need this so much,] Zechs thought, feeling his lover's hunger acutely, feeling his own hunger surge to match. [No holding back... though I haven't told him everything about the dreams... no matter. The healing is done. I can let go, finally...] Breaking the kiss, he laid Duo back on the bed on his side, then lay next to him, fitting their groins together, one hand possessively on his lover's ass, his other arm slipping around his back to hold him near. "Feel how much I want you," he murmured huskily, pressing his hard length against Duo's own erection, then he bent to suckle at his neck again, teasing at the reddened spot. A whimper escaped Duo's lips as his senses were filled with his lover pressing against him. "Ohhh," he moaned, as he rubbed against Zechs's arousal. "Yes, I feel it... But are you sure?" Duo asked, worried for his lover. They hadn't been this intimate in weeks. For any other couple that would seem the briefest of time, but for them it was ages. "As much as I want this, I need to be sure... for you. Your dream healed you?" Zechs raised his head to meet Duo's worried gaze, a small huff of breath leaving him in surprise... and relief. "Oh, Dancer..." He shifted their positions then, fitting Duo in against his side, tucking him snugly into his embrace. "I thought I might have to tell you all of it first... but I'm very glad that we're like this..." And he glanced meaningfully down at their nudity, their intimate embrace. "... for the telling," he finished. "Oh, yeah, everything's better when we're naked," Duo said and chuckled. He snuggled in closer to prepare for Zechs's explanation. "You're not going to like some of this," Zechs began, one hand behind Duo's back, tangling in the braid. "It's what I was afraid to tell you, because I thought you would fear that I still hadn't forgiven you. I wondered about that myself. But it was Heero who convinced me I was seeing it all wrong. The dream featured myself being bound and beaten, and over me stood two entities who taunted me and hit me - one looked like Treize... and the other looked like you. But they weren't either!" "I was beating you?!" Duo asked, shocked by the image. "And how long were you having these dreams and not telling me?" The boy's eyes filled with tears as he thought of how they had curled up for sleep each night together. How many nights had Zechs woken terrified by his dreams and Duo hadn't known? "No, no, it wasn't you at all, love," Zechs hastened to reassure him, kissing his cheek tenderly. "It was an entity like your fighting one, but I called it the 'Death God' instead. But it really wasn't you. I'm sorry, I thought I could handle the dreams... but I needed to talk to someone... and not you." He tightened his arms around Duo. "You were too close... anyway, the entity that seemed to be you was actually me... I was beating *myself* up, Duo, on the inside. Treize seemed to represent my aristocratic sensitivities, and the Death God was actually *me*, the prince who'd witnessed his little friend's pain and blamed himself for no reason all those years..." He took a deep breath. "In the final dream last night, you came to me as an Angel, bringing my friend Dieter to me to help me remember the rest. The man who had hurt him had been the same man who had shaken a gun in my face after killing my parents with the other soldiers... and who had tried to touch my face. He left me to burn alive in the castle so my face would look like his own burned face, but I escaped... then a couple years later that man had been a groundskeeper where I was attending school, though I'd blanked him out of my memory. He didn't touch Dieter until he had me there to watch him as if he was frightened of harming *me* since I'd magically escaped the fire, but he could hurt me by hurting my friend..." Zechs shook his head, folding himself around Duo for his own solace and protection more than his lover's. "Do you see? I've been afraid that I truly was at fault... and when you accused me of doing what that man had done, there was a small, frightened part of Prince Milliardo who believed you." "No," Duo said with a gasp. How unfathomable it seemed that his actions had triggered such a deep and painful memory within Zechs. That this beautiful, noble man could ever think he had done wrong was unimaginable. Duo raised himself up on one elbow to look into his lover's face. "You're not capable of that," he said a bit fiercely and then hugged the man close, petting his long hair. "I'm sorry. So sorry I made you remember those things... and especially for your nightmares. I wish I had known..." he said, tears spilling down his cheeks once again. "I'm sorry, too, and I wish that I'd told you sooner," Zechs whispered, cupping his lover's cheek with his hand. He began kissing away tears. "Don't cry, baby, it's all over now. And it's okay that I remember; I'm an adult now. And it's about time I found Milliardo again. I've been pretending for much too long that he didn't exist, but now I know that it was because of the false blame I'd put on him. I thought I'd harmed Dieter because of whom I was... and of course later when I became a soldier and changed my name I thought it was because I was turning away from my family's ideals. But it had its roots in that incident... and now I feel myself losing the desire to fight except in need and for the right cause instead of just because I was wearing a uniform. I think that before I'd met you - that's where I was. I may not end up so far from the pacifist ideals of my family after all, Duo." Zechs smiled, still petting Duo's face. "Now I want to work for peace so that you and I can make a life together. I have a goal now, and it's no longer revenge." "You've made me see that, too, Zechs," Duo said as he wiped at his cheeks and sniffled away the last of his tears. [Maybe this misunderstanding was meant to happen so that Zechs... Milliardo could find himself again?] "Our fight isn't just about the Orphanage or the Colonies or revenge anymore. It's about us fighting for peace so we can always be together." Duo placed his hand on Zechs's cheek and looked deep into his crystal eyes. "I've never loved anyone like I love you." "Mmmm, I feel the same way," Zechs murmured with a smile, then bent his head and kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling and playing together in their renewed happiness and growing warmth. Indeed, Zechs felt the slow surge of returning desire beginning to burn within him. One hand drifted down Duo's spine to his crack as the other held him tightly against him. [It's time... oh, I want him so much...] [Oh, Wolf! You really want me this time!] Duo thought with heady excitement. He hooked one leg over his lover's thigh, opening himself to the intimate touch. Their kiss was becoming hungrier and more heated with each moment and Duo thought he would burst with desire. [Please... I need you so bad!] [He's so eager... and this time, finally, I ache for him just as badly...] With a groan deep in his throat, he continued to plunder his lover's mouth and slid a finger down through Duo's crack to his opening, daring to rub gently where he hadn't dared touch for weeks. Just careful pressure... [I want to do this with my tongue...] The slight touch to Duo's most personal place made the boy shiver and gasp. He pulled off Zechs's mouth with a breathy, "Yes," and then dove back into the kiss. Then pulled off again. "More," he said, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as his body quickly surged with arousal. "Need you." "Oh, yes, you do need me," Zechs chuckled in a low voice, thrilled as always at Duo's hungry need for his attentions. [Duo reduced to one or two word sentences means only one thing!] He reached up to lick teasingly at Duo's earlobe, then whispered, "I want to get you ready for me, little fox. It's time." He pressed a kiss to his lover's cheek, then shifted to sit up again and smoothly slid off the bed. "I'll be right back." A fierce flush swept over Duo's face as he watched Zechs move off the bed. [It's time! He's really gonna fuck me!] Duo propped himself up on his elbows, still breathing hard, even though his lover was out of reach. "This is gonna be hot!" he said, making a bold pronouncement he would do everything in his power to fulfill. Glancing back over his shoulder at the sprawl of the young, lithe, male body posing for him, Zechs had to heartily agree, and hastened his pace. [Shit! Well, there's no resisting THAT this time!] He grinned then disappeared into the bathroom, retrieving what he needed. When he came back, a towel and a tube of gel in hand, he deliberately slowed down to return the favor as he sauntered back over to him, letting his randy little fox get a good look... at what was going to be nailing his sweet, little, round bottom to the bed. (tbc)
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