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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 " 31) One kiss had led to more kisses which led to petting and then to heavy petting... and finally to the intimacy Duo always craved from Zechs... intercourse. But none of it was rushed. It was as if they were making love in slow motion. Memorizing the taste, touch, sight and scent of each other in every moment. Now the lovers, after long minutes of exploring each other and whispering sweet endearments, were on their sides facing each other. Duo's left leg was flung over Zechs's right hip... gripping it snugly as he opened his body to his lover's penetration. They had never made love in this position before, but Duo needed only the slightest bit of encouragement to enjoy Zechs this way. This was also only the second time they had made love this slowly and gently. The first time was in Cairo... One night, hours after they had both fallen asleep, exhausted from their sensual play, Duo had been nudged awake by his aroused lover. It seemed that Zechs had been dreaming of him and when he'd awoken to find the real thing lying next to him, he couldn't resist. It had been beautiful making slow love in the moonlight streaming through the window as the beams bathed their bodies in magical, silver light. And now, thousands of miles from Cairo and millions of miles through the swamp of despair, Zechs and Duo moved in that beautiful, slow, heated rhythm again. Zechs had never felt this complete in his life, never felt so fulfilled and at home, and it was clear to him that Duo Maxwell had firmly and deeply become an essential and basic part of his life. Now, joined to him, surrounded by him, his nostrils filled with his scent, Zechs felt like his entire life was directed to this very moment. [I can't even remember the feeling of *not* having him be a part of my life,] he mused as he thrust in and out of his lover slowly, gazing into his eyes. [This now... being with him like this is almost a ritual act, a joint celebration of life and love. I feel such peace within my heart... peace such that I've never, ever felt. I wonder... did Father and Mother have this? I remember looks they exchanged... and I think they did love each other very much. The poor dears... Relena and I both were quite the handful...] Zechs smiled and his lover smiled in response. "This feels so wonderful, baby," he whispered. "I love you, Dancer." "Love you, Wolf," Duo said, his large eyes never wavering from his lover's face. "Love you so much." During the frenzy of getting back together completely Duo had nearly forgotten how delicious slow lovemaking could be. How much closer it brought them to be able to stare into each other's eyes as their bodies moved in unison. [I can *feel* how much he loves me,] Duo thought as he moaned and arched into the gentle thrusts. "Feels so good... to love you like this." "Mmmmm," was Zechs's only response as they moved together, the smile still on his lips though he could now feel his climax approaching, though still distant yet. As the position was a little awkward to maintain, he carefully shifted to roll Duo over onto his back, still cradling the slender body in his arms, leaning on his elbows now as he covered Duo's body with his own, continuing the slow, languid pace. "Uhhhhhnnngh," he moaned as he thrust even deeper. [Want to love him like this forever...] The change in position allowed Duo to wrap his legs around his lover's hips, drawing him in. He let out a long, loud moan as he felt the hard length slip inside all the way. "Wolf," he said, panting as he tilted his head back. "Wolf... love you," he repeated and then briefly closed his eyes as he sensed the first urge towards orgasm. [No... not yet,] he told himself. He was enjoying this pleasure and this closeness too much to want it to end anytime soon. [Want this to last...] Zechs was having similar thoughts. Deliberately he slowed even more, making each thrust take several seconds, and pausing between as long as he could. Duo's wanton, aroused statement caused him to ache all the more, and though he'd slowed down the pace, he couldn't help but dive in to kiss Duo deeply, also taking his time to taste him thoroughly. Duo latched onto the kiss like a lifeline. [Need him... so much!] He couldn't help but react to the kiss with a bit of desperation. The slow thrusts, while promising to make this last longer, were driving him wild. His tongue darted out and teased his lover's for a moment and then he eased back. [Slow down!] he thought, as his chest rose and fell fast with his growing need to thrust back harder and faster. [Hang on just a little longer...] Zechs persisted in the kiss as if he wanted to be joined with Duo as many ways as he could in this moment of intense union. He was only moving his hips a little now as if leisurely, though the shudders that were building up in both their bodies told another story. [Darling, sweet Duo, my precious Dancer...] His heart felt so full that a hot wetness invaded his eyes as he thoroughly made love to his Duo's mouth and body. [Love you, love you, love you...] The combination of the kiss and the slow, steady pumping between his legs was bringing Duo ever closer... closer to the other man's soul and closer to completion. But before this beautiful joining ended, before their lips would separate so that they could gasp and call out each other's names, Duo wanted just a few more moments to express his aching love. [Zechs... feel how I love you. See how you've changed my world.] He moved his hands lightly down his lover's spine to his round backside where they rested and moved in unison with his lover's lazy, maddening thrusts. [You're really real... my dream man....] The shift of his lover's hands down to his ass as if to assist represented a gesture of complete acceptance and love that made Zechs's heart ache wonderfully... or was it the forgotten Prince's? They'd teased earlier about Zechs becoming King of Sank one day with Duo as his Royal Consort... but for the first time in thirteen years Zechs actually gave the possibility serious consideration. Someday he would contemplate that further, but right now, his body was trembling hard from the rushing sensations that were threatening to explode within him... and Duo's hands on his ass felt like hot wires urging him on. Under his fingers, Duo could feel the delicious trembling of his lover's body. The self-control that had let his Wolf make love to him this slowly, this indulgently was now finally short-circuiting his nerve endings. [He's close...] he thought, and grabbed the firm ass as he pulled out of the kiss. "Come... with me," Duo said, breathing heavily and then thrust back harder. "I love you, Wolf... Come with you," he repeated and then gave himself permission to be lured into the seduction of release. Gasping and grunting, Zechs managed to echo, "C...come with you!" before he went over the edge, his orgasm exploding into a white-hot flush of pleasure through his body, giving Duo's prostate a last couple firm strokes which had the effect of dragging his lover over the edge with him. "Duo!" he cried, still pumping strongly, emptying himself into his adored Dancer. "Ahhhh... Zechs!" Duo exclaimed, joining in the chorus of pleasure as he reached his climax. They rode the wave together... thrusting and moaning and spurting cum, and all the while Duo felt his heart overflowing with love and joy. Never in his young life had he imagined such perfection, such a feeling of completeness was possible. But Zechs had brought that to him. [He's my world... my home!] They shuddered together, their nerves singing with pleasure and their hearts soaring with joy and completion. Zechs dove into Duo's mouth, kissing him deeply and happily as they slowly came down from their pinnacle of ecstasy. [I've never been this happy before, not even in Cairo,] he thought, his heart brimming. [There was still the shadow of the unknown upon us there, but I know my Dancer now, my wild little Gundam pilot, and he knows and accepts me fully. This joy is pure and free and high and has saved my soul, has turned my life from bitterness and sour cynicism. He has rescued me...] Duo held his lover tight and returned the kiss ten-fold. [I love him and it's the most incredible feeling ever!] he thought as his heart soared. How amazing it was to be here with Zechs and to know that they would face the world together from now on. Duo would no longer be just an orphan kid trying to make his way... stumbling from one situation to the next... never knowing where his next meal would come from or his next friend. [He's so beautiful and so good to me and all mine!] He could barely contain his excitement and eagerness to begin his new life... and tangled his fingers into the man's long, white blond hair as if to symbolize how their lives were now entwined. Zechs ended the kiss slowly, reluctantly, then lifted his head to look into his lover's eyes, smiling. "I think you've officially worn me out, little fox," he murmured, still breathing a little fast. "But, damn, that was wonderful... *you're* wonderful..." "Everything's wonderful, Zechs! I've never been happier!" Duo said, smiling brightly. He hugged his lover once again and then kissed his lips with a loud smack. "You've been very thorough with your loving," he said and giggled. "I don't think I'll be able to sit for a week!" Winking, he burst into delighted laughter. "I'll find you more pillows," Zechs teased, laughing with him. Marquis Cosmos Weyridge of Livonia faced the full assembly of the Romefeller Foundation, his statement grim. Near to hand were his allies, and ringing the hall were the remainder of Treize Khushrenada's faction, who had revealed themselves to him only moments before, assuring their support. This was going to be the most important speech of his life, he had no doubt. "Fellow members of Romefeller," he greeted the august gathering when all had settled, "just moments ago, I received word from the National Hospital here in Bremen that Duke Dermail is resting, though the heart attack was massive and he could yet be lost to us. At any rate, the doctors have assured me that if he does survive, his heart will be too weak to enable him to return to a leadership position. He must therefore retire. In that case, and in lieu of our loss of Treize Khushrenada as well, it would seem that the Foundation is at present leaderless, but that is not the case." Murmurs rose from the assembly, and many stirred uneasily, wondering what the Marquis could mean. If not Dermail, if not Khushrenada, who? And more than one were surprised that the mild, quiet Weyridge was the one who called the meeting. Weyridge gestured to a couple of his friends, who now came forward to stand with him. "I believe you know Duke Philip Henley-Smythe of England, and Baron Franz-Josef von Strobl of Austria... we three members of the Foundation are assuming leadership as of this moment..." "You're just going to take over?" a man in the front row indignantly asked, standing up. Behind him, there was a growing restlessness and bewilderment. This was highly unusual! "Yes, Earl Gleister, that is precisely what we are doing," the Marquis replied with a small smile. "We not only have support, but the backing of a faction in OZ which is loyal to Treize Khushrenada, although we only learned of this support minutes ago." He gestured at the strategically placed soldiers around the hall. As the Foundation members gaped, the soldiers stepped forward and saluted in response. Though the rumbles increased, no one else stood up to protest. A pouting Gleister returned to his seat, put out but unwilling to take further action. There were no more factions to challenge them, they all knew, realizing in this moment that they'd perhaps been foolish to assume Dermail would live forever. "Where is Treize?" someone else called out. [Here it comes,] Weyridge thought. Henley-Smythe, who as a Duke pulled a little more weight in this assembly, stepped to the microphone. "It's been reported to us that Treize Khushrenada has escaped house arrest and is missing. But before you start screaming about that, let me say that I do not believe Khushrenada has any ill will toward the Foundation, choosing exile to an uncomfortable imprisonment so close at hand. His supporters who are still here have thrown in their lot with us at his request, and I suggest we accept that and move on." "But what about Tsuberov's assassination?" another member wanted to know. "Wasn't Khushrenada behind that?" The Marquis waved his friend aside to address the question himself. "As Treize is gone, the blame does not matter." "Then this is a coup d'etat!" Weyridge smiled. "Ironically, that's exactly what this is, though we did not plan it. We'd planned to challenge the Foundation's mandate to take over the nations of the Earth by use of the mobile dolls, but not at this time. It seems that Treize, our young lion, had other plans for us. So we are stepping forward now to change history, my friends, and to stop the Romefeller Foundation from plunging down the terrible path of military dominance. That Khushrenada had the vision to be the engineer of this coup, is just fact." "Why didn't Khushrenada just challenge Dermail himself?" the question was asked. "He could have taken over!" The Marquis paused a moment before replying. [Milliardo, what do you know about all this? Are you and Treize working together? Is your little project why Treize left instead of assuming control of the Foundation? He might have succeeded...] He cleared his throat and answered, "We do not have the answer to that." At his side, Baron von Strobl leaned into the microphone to continue. "My fellow associates, I challenge you! How long has it been since you have truly looked around the Earthsphere to read the signs of the times? If Romefeller pursues its path of military dominance, will the nations of the Earth as well as the colonies not see that we are no better than the former Earthsphere Alliance? The Alliance was hated by the citizens of Earth and space; is that truly what we wish for ourselves as well?" "But the disputes on Earth..." "Will only increase with a stronger military presence. Resistance will grow. Already nations who lean toward pacifism are beginning to speak up and gather support. Do you not realize we will be revered if we join them as well?" This audacious statement - that Romefeller embrace pacifism - would now be allowed to take root and grow, to begin to transform the tradition-bound aristocracy of the Foundation into a body who would lead by example in seeking peace... ironically in perhaps the very way the Alliance had been about to before their leaders were eliminated by a misguided Gundam pilot. "But what of OZ? Who will lead OZ now?" Weyridge, Henley-Smythe, and von Strobl stepped back to confer together, but they were interrupted by the sound of the sharp tack of boot heels. One of the soldiers was coming forward. "Yes?" Weyridge inquired of a somber man with black hair and a mustache; the man could have been a twin to GAIA's Federi diRoma. "Count Townshend?" The Count, who by his uniform was a major in rank, and thus a commander in his own right, bowed to the three leaders. "If I may speak for the Treize Faction..." That was the name he'd been allowed by Treize to use until they could reveal themselves as GAIA members. "Certainly." They made a place for him before the microphone. Townshend cleared his throat and addressed the assembly. "Honorable members of the Romefeller Foundation, His Excellency Treize Khushrenada has charged those of his faction remaining here to assist any leadership that denounces the mobile dolls and resists the press for military domination over the Earth. Originally there were twelve of us, but we have gradually infiltrated into more and more of the local OZ organization here in Bremen. And I will say... we have support elsewhere." Many stirred uneasily, wondering what support the Count referred to - how widespread? Murmurings rose in volume. The Count continued, unruffled. "Therefore, as Duke Treize Khushrenada has resigned as commander-in-chief of OZ and I am the highest ranking officer of his faction, I am assuming command of OZ on Earth. I support the leadership of Marquis Weyridge and his associates. And I will say publicly also that I support another entity as yet unknown to you, a group that is working, as are we now, toward peace and harmony on Earth and in space." The Romefeller Foundation members sat there, stunned. Another entity? The Marquis studied Townshend's face, thinking. [I think I might know... Milliardo...] Someone finally asked. "Another military organization?" Townshend was calm and focused. "An organization working toward peace. That is all I may say about it at this time." Weyridge spoke up. "This is the first we've heard of this, too. If they sincerely want peace and aren't out to dominate any nation or colony, then perhaps they can be allies." Von Strobl added, "We'll at least want to hear what they have to say." Rumblings in the assembly rose, but they were of a lighter tone, more positive. While Foundation members did not believe any other Earth organization had the financial power they held, power of a philosophical or social kind was not to be ignored. Weyridge nodded, satisfied that for the moment, things were going their way. "Honorable members! I think it is time we ask you directly - do you accept us as the chief representatives and leaders of the Romefeller Foundation? I put it to a vote!" Of course, given that Treize Faction soldiers ringed the hall, a vote was a mere formality allowing the members to save face, to preserve their sense of honor. Many had also been wary of the mobile dolls but had never dared to speak up against them; those would now vote freely for the new leadership. First Weyridge's supporters - the other three - voted in favor of the new leadership... then those who were in opposition to the mobile dolls. That prompted still others who were tired of war and feared long-term repercussions of the attempts to subdue Earth and space, to vote for the change in leadership. That brought well over a third of the Foundation into the new fold... then the followers, those concerned more with status and position than political ideals, jumped aboard, pushing the numbers over a half of the Foundation. By then... an hour passing... the recalcitrant had had a chance to weigh their options and think about things. One of Dermail's closer associates asked to inquire something of the potential leaders. "I just want to make it clear and to verify, gentlemen," the man spoke up, bowing formally. "Your intent is to stop the military domination of nations by OZ - and presumably of the colonies as well - much as the former United Earthsphere Alliance's pacifist leaders sought before they were killed? And you completely oppose the production of mobile dolls here and in the colonies?" Weyridge returned the bow, smiling. "That, my good sir, is indeed our intent." The man looked very thoughtful. Noventa and the others had posthumously won sympathetic support. It would be a popular thing right now to support their hoped-for policies. It would gain any of them popular support in their own nations. "Thank you," he said finally. "Then I vote for your ascendance!" That was pretty much it; with a Dermail man on board, the rest of the Foundation followed behind him. A small knot of those interested more in their own economic interests in the weapons industry remained opposed; Weyridge had no doubt Townshend and his people would have that opposition watched from now on. So, it was done - Marquis Weyridge, Duke Henley-Smythe, and Baron von Strobl would share the duties of Chief Representative of the Romefeller Foundation, with Count Townshend at the helm of their chief military arm, OZ. They would have a tremendous amount of work ahead of them, for the rest of OZ needed to be dealt with. Especially one Colonel Une, commander of the OZ forces in outer space... (tbc)
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