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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 " WARNING: (This chapter only) Violence 28) After the shower stall had been used in multiple ways, Zechs and Duo had collapsed into bed together to nap... waking about three hours later. A quick cuddle revealed that their hunger for one another was surging yet again... and would be assuaged even in unexpected ways. Zechs was feeling strange though as aroused as before... he felt his heart melting and aching to give Duo something very special, and something new. "Taste me," he breathed into his lover's ear after a tonsil-cleansing kiss. "Taste me... there." Duo lifted his eyes to his lover's, searching them to confirm the serious, yet aroused tone he heard in his voice. "I would love to taste you," Duo said, softly, almost reverently as he felt a delicious shiver race up his spine. The boy had never enjoyed this privilege before. [A new lesson! Oh, Wolf, you are so incredible!] Smiling easily, Zechs gave him a quick but hard kiss, then got up on his knees, reversing his position. Glancing back over his shoulder, he winked at his little lover, who lay there watching with wide eyes. Then Zechs turned back around and folded over, leaning on his forearms, his hair spilled everywhere, legs parted... allowing Duo access to him in a way he never had before. "Mmmm," Duo moaned at the vision of Zechs's backside before him as he raised himself to crawl into position behind his lover. Kneeling there motionless for a moment, he remembered the decadent wetness of Zechs's tongue rimming him and hoped he could bring that same pleasure to his lover. He leaned over, and rubbed his cheek against his lover's inviting ass as he caressed the man's thighs. "What a gift you give me!" "All for you, baby," Zechs whispered low, closing his eyes to concentrate on the sensations. With his cheek still brushing against his lover, Duo inhaled deeply of the glorious scent of maleness. It suddenly occurred to him that there had never been a time, since coming of age, that he hadn't known his preference for men. He had never struggled with or had had to second-guess his desires. But it had only been since meeting Zechs that all those desires had come alive. [And I want to spend the rest of my life exploring those desires with him!] He turned his face and kissed Zechs's beautifully pale rump, and then licked across one round cheek, into the crack and then across to the other cheek. The fact that his commitment to this man was reciprocated was still beyond his comprehension, but Duo knew that time would only make their commitment and their love stronger. To that end, he would bring his lover pleasure now. And so, he slipped his tongue again into the crack and slowly, torturously slowly, licked his way down.... Zechs gave a long, low, soft moan as he automatically parted his legs more to give his sweet lover better access. The teasing tongue felt like a hot wire trailing across his fair skin. He wasn't used to much attention... there... but he knew well of the pleasures of that very sensitive area. To have his beloved Dancer attend him in this way, playing a sensual dance across his bottom, was sheer heaven. And his heart sang that his own tender care with the boy had taught him to respond in the same manner. At last Duo came upon the treasure he was seeking... Zechs's opening. He licked lovingly over it, closing his eyes to sense only with his tongue and his nose. "I love you," he said, between licks, feeling a swell of emotion as they shared this intimacy. "Love you so much." A deep groan of pleasure fled Zechs's throat as he reacted to the rolling waves of sensation fired by the gentle application of his lover's tongue. "Oh, God, yes," he managed to gasp, parting his legs even more in an unspoken and wanton plea for more. "Love you, baby, love you always..." [I could almost... ah, someday...] It had been the Chief Engineer's habit to take an afternoon nap before returning to work at the new mobile doll factory. Though he was leaving for outer space in the morning, today was no different, though he'd likely be working late into the night finishing this or that and gathering all his files for the trip. Afternoons, except when there were meetings, were pretty quiet, especially in the hotel-like building where the aristocratic members of the Foundation had their apartments for staying overnight in Bremen. Tsuberov, though of humble origins, truly enjoyed being treated like one of the members, and the thought of leaving this pleasurable opulence was the single regret he had about leaving for the Moon. A few miles away, two masked men left the mobile suit facility through a secret underground passage. Once emerging back into the light a few hundred yards away, one pulled out his radio to report. "Black Squire, this is Rooster. The eggs are liberated." It was code, of course. "Eggs" referred to computer files, which had just been methodically erased from the computer network. Tsuberov's private backup had also been purged. It had taken painstaking work from Treize's hackers, but they were certain there were no other copies, save what had been sent to Antarctica. "Fly away, Rooster. Good work." On the other end, the Black Squire, Rejean Gaspar, signaled to the others. It was time. Tsuberov had entered his apartment a good half-hour ago and was deeply asleep. The room, of course, had been bugged some weeks ago. Now the devices would be quickly removed when it was done. Slipping into the room silently, leaving four outside to keep watch, three masked men in black went about their work. The Squire himself went to the bed and swiftly garrotted the sleeping engineer, ducking to avoid the spray of blood. There was only a tiny gurgled sigh as Tsuberov died. Meanwhile the others were removing the hidden monitor and listening devices, and doing a last sweep of the room for any computer disks. Once they were finished, a mere two minutes from the moment they'd entered the room, they left to rejoin their guards. Outside in the hallway, the group started to run down to one end, when there was suddenly a shout as a handful of men, Foundation members by their dress, called out to them in surprise at the suspicious activity, which brought soldiers up from the level below. The Squire led his men the other way, but weapons had been drawn to bear as the betrayal was suspected. Guns were fired... a few of the interlopers were shot... most escaped down another stairwell. They would escape completely to join the others leaving for Sank. But three were gunned down, including Rejean Gaspar. As his enemies closed the distance, he quickly noted that his comrades were already dead. Surprised, he lifted his hand from his own chest; it was covered with blood. Indeed, he could feel his life slipping away. "So be it," he gasped in a harsh, ragged whisper, sagging against one of the others. "This deed was for GAIA and His Excellency. May God bless us all with... peace..." Then as his would-be captors reached him he died, a small, content smile on his lips. The rimming served only to arouse the lovers until they hungrily turned their desires to the mutual pleasuring of a 69. After coming, they fell into each other's arms for kisses and cuddling and then finally drifted off to sleep again. An hour later, Duo woke in Zechs's arms and nuzzled at his neck, waking him up. As the boy's mind drifted lazily back to full wakefulness he realized he wanted to make love to Zechs yet again. His hunger was not nearly sated and he would not volunteer to desist with his attentions until his lover or the war made him do so. As Duo wriggled sensuously in his lover's arms, his sex began to stir, and his mind began to see delicious possibilities. He nipped at Zechs's neck and prepared himself to beg for the naughty favor that filled his thoughts. "Please," Duo said, now licking at an earlobe. "I want you to fuck me wearing your... red jacket," he said, blushing and acting a bit nervous, not knowing how Zechs would react to the unusual request. "I've fantasized about you in that OZ uniform...." A surprised gasp escaped his lover, then Zechs was grasping his chin to turn his face and look at him intently, purportedly to weigh the seriousness of the request. As the ice-blue eyes bored into his, Duo tried to act casual, like it was no big thing, even managing a grin. His erection, a rampant hardness pressing against Zechs's hip, told a different story. "You're serious!" Zechs murmured, amazed and intrigued to no small degree. "Well, at least you didn't ask me to put on that damn mask..." While the red OZ uniform jacket had been relegated to the recesses of his closet, the mask had been tossed under the bed once -by Duo - and presumably was busily collecting dust bunnies and worse under there. Duo didn't know; it had been a couple weeks since he'd checked on it. "But then, I don't know where *that* is, do I?" Zechs added with a decided smirk. He knew. [Somehow I don't think anything gets past him,] Duo thought. "Well, there's just something about a man in a uniform!" he exclaimed happily and then thrust into Zechs's side. "So, you think you could...?" he asked, but declined to elaborate again. Zechs did his finger-tapping-thinking thing... on Duo's nose. "You really like the uniform?" he asked, smiling. What he wanted to ask was if it wouldn't be a reminder of what Duo had accused him of originally - taking advantage of a Gundam pilot to get information. What would be more useful to know was if Duo thought it, er, sexy or something. [I never thought I'd hear him say the 'man in a uniform' thing...] "No, I like *you* in the uniform," Duo said, trying to clarify his desire. "That first time I saw you in it... in the hangar... my heart was thumping so hard I thought it'd burst right through my chest... and it wasn't just because I didn't know if things were gonna work out between us." Duo began drawing circles on Zechs's chest, feeling uncomfortable talking about the tough times they'd been through. "I can't explain why I find it so sexy on you," he said, looking back up into those crystal eyes with his own wide, almost bewildered gaze. [I shouldn't have brought it up. I think he's turned off by the idea...] "I suppose it's some kind of a sin for a Gundam pilot... but I can't help it!" "It's okay," Zechs said with a sly grin, and winked at his talkative lover. "I just want to make sure. If you have fantasies about me... well, I'd like to play them out for you. Actually I'm flattered that you think I'm sexy." [Play them out for me? Oh my God! Jackpot!] Duo's mouth dropped open, gaping for a moment until he collected his thoughts enough to say, "Sexy and fucking gorgeous!" "Yeah? Nice to be appreciated," Zechs chuckled as he released his lover to get up. Duo snapped his mouth shut again as Zechs peeled himself off the bed like some great mythical creature performing a ritual for his eyes only. [God, he *is* part snow wolf... and I bet some night I'll wake to find myself sleeping with a real wolf!] The boy watched with awe akin to someone witnessing a miracle as his lover swaggered over to the closet. His long, platinum hair swayed sensuously at his waist, drawing Duo's eyes down to the movement of hair and hips, and then to the firm globes of his ass. "Absolutely fucking gorgeous!" [And fucking me soon... in that jacket!] [I've had too many lovers who chose to tell *others* how gorgeous I was, as if I was a prize pony or a trophy, and forgot to deign to tell *me*,] Zechs mused as he dug into the back of the closet. [My Duo. He's so breathtaking... so free and open... I need that so much.] "Here it is!" he exclaimed a moment later, retrieving the flashy red uniform jacket, which he flung over his shoulder. But he didn't turn from the closet yet, seemingly interested in something else in there, something on the floor... Zechs pivoted around but made no move to return to the bed. "Duo...?" "Wolf?" Duo asked, suspiciously, as he sat up in bed, sending his long, chestnut hair tumbling over his shoulder and onto his chest. [Look at him... what's he up to? Just like the cat that ate the canary!] "Don't tell me we have rats?!" he asked, feigning real fright as he drew his knees up to his chest. "No rats." Zechs grinned openly at his lover's perplexed statement. "I decided I need to prepare for this properly. Could you, um, sit on the desk and close your eyes?" Duo's eyes went wide as saucers. [He *is* up to something!] He looked briefly at the desk and then back at his lover, grinning. "Well, since we don't have a credenza in here I guess the desk will have to do," he said and winked. He slid off the bed and walked over to the desk, pursued only by the tingle of nervousness he felt whenever Zechs got "creative." [I don't know why I still get nervous with him... it'll be wonderful whatever he's got planned. All I have to do is remember Cairo to know that!] He hopped onto the desk with his usual air of confidence, spread his legs enticingly, and then leaned back with his palms down on the polished wood. "You're sure I have to close my eyes for this?" Zechs watched Duo hungrily, feeling again the Wolf within. [Glad I don't have to close *my* eyes... that boy is walking sex!] "Yes, I insist you close your eyes. You really don't want to ruin the effect I hope to produce, trust me." "Okay, but hurry! You know how impatient I can get!" Duo said, smiling and chuckling. [And I miss your touch already.] The boy closed his eyes obediently, but the smile remained on his face. [This is exciting!] Zechs retrieved more items from the closet, and crossed the room to duck into the bathroom. There he dressed quickly and efficiently. [I knew I didn't get rid of this stuff for a reason,] he thought, still grinning. Once he was ready, he returned to the main body of the room and struck up a pose about five feet from the desk, shaking his head to let his hair spill artlessly around his shoulders. [I think he's really, *really* going to like this,] he thought wickedly, then cleared his throat. "Ah, Duo, you may look now." The boy had squeezed his eyes shut tightly as Zechs had moved about the room. As nervous as he was about his "surprise" he wanted to comply with Zechs's wishes. When the command finally came to open his eyes, Duo was more than ready to see his lover again. But there was nothing that could've prepared him for the sight he was about to see. Zechs was dressed completely in his OZ uniform sans the white pants. High-collared shirt, cravat, red jacket, gloves, boots... the whole uniform was there, but naughtily no pants! "Oh, fuck!" Duo exclaimed, grabbing the edge of the desk to keep from toppling off it. "You're... you're..." He was speechless. Duo Maxwell was actually speechless! So he let his eyes do the talking for him, taking in every glorious inch of his nearly fully dressed colonel in red! Letting his large, cobalt blue eyes rake unabashedly over what could only be called a vision from a wet dream. [Only Zechs could pull this off and look like a fucking sex god!] Duo thought, though his mouth still couldn't form a cohesive sentence. To top it all off, Zechs stood in his princely nature, long, silken hair crowning him, with one fisted and gloved hand on his bare hip and leaning his weight back on one foot. All Duo could do was salute... come to full, erect attention... and salute with his sex! "I take it... you approve," Zechs murmured huskily, his blue topaz eyes glued to Duo's wantonly displayed groin. "I know I do..." With his mouth gone dry, Duo had to swallow several times before he could get out even a peep. "Approve?" he asked, his voice breaking as if he was going through puberty again. "I approve so much... it fucking hurts!" he said, and glanced down at his aching, tingling cock. "Ah, then your handsome soldier will have to serve as a field medic and remedy that situation," Zechs replied with much heat as he moved forward to attend to his lover's need. The news of Tsuberov's assassination was delivered to Duke Dermail upon his return from the mobile doll factory as he stood on the steps before the Foundation headquarters. "What?" he gasped sharply, and found himself reaching abruptly for support. Dorothy grabbed his hand quickly, alarmed as her grandfather's face turned ashen. "Grandfather!" she exclaimed, then paled as Dermail suddenly clutched at his chest and sagged onto the steps. "Someone get a doctor!" Dorothy screamed. (tbc)
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