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"Found"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: Alternate reality, angst, romance, hurt/comfort Pairings: 6x2, 3x4 Summary: A conversation in an online chatroom
leads to much more for two enemy pilots.
"Found " 18) Trying to walk and kiss at the same time, Zechs was fairly successful getting them both to the bathroom where he carefully set Duo on his feet, then turned him around. Hoping Duo wouldn't mind if he used his own brush, he took it up and began brushing the long, chestnut tresses out preparatory to braiding. "I hope I'm doing this all right," Zechs murmured. "And this is a clean brush." "Mmm... yes. You're so good to me," Duo cooed as his hair was carefully brushed. His legs wobbled under him. "Whoa, still a little weak in the knees from that great sex," he explained as he reached his hand out to steady himself against the bathroom wall. "I'm not much better," Zechs murmured, then put the seat of the toilet down and sat on it. "Here, sit on my knee before we both fall over." He sat and drew his little lover over to sit. "Are... are you sore?" "Um...a little," Duo said shyly as he stood before the seated man. The discomfort wasn't all that great, but noticeable. "I'm fine, Zechs," he assured, seeing the worry grow on his lover's face. "You were more than careful with me," he said, brushing back the soft tendrils of white hair from his beloved's face. "We were going at it pretty good that last time," he grinned, more than a little pleased with himself. Suddenly Zechs grasped his chin and tilted Duo's head to the side, examining his neck. There, on the side of his neck, was a deep rose bruise shaped like an oval. "Yes... I got carried away, I'm afraid. I marked you good." [And the thought thrills me,] he added to himself, watching as Duo danced over to a mirror to look. [He'd *wanted* me to mark him!] "Oh," Duo said with some surprise as he looked in the mirror at the mark on his neck. "It's wonderful!" he exclaimed, exhilarated by the thought of wearing Zechs's mark. [He actually did it. He marked me as *his* own.] If Duo hadn't been so exhausted from their intense lovemaking, the sight of the little darkly hued bruise would've been enough to make him hard again... instead he felt only a stirring in his groin. He examined the sign of their passion a moment longer, letting his forefinger glide over it. "Ooh," he hissed at the slight soreness there. "Yep, that'll be there a while," he said, satisfactorily, and strode back over to sit on his lover's lap. "You're rather smug about that!" Zechs observed, laughing with surprise. "And you want it to show!" Finishing with the brushing, he separated the shining mass in his hands into three sections and began to braid it, a tricky maneuver since Duo showed no intention of sitting still long enough. Duo kept turning his head from side to side to get a peek at what Zechs was doing with his hair. This was another first for him... no one since childhood had ever offered to braid it. "Why mark me if you don't want it to show?" he asked matter-of-factly, looking over his shoulder again. "Why thrash your head back and forth if you want your hair braided?" Zechs asked, smirking. "Or maybe you don't. And you're the first lover I've had who wasn't mortified at being 'marked' and wasn't hysterical about how to hide it from the public who really doesn't care in the first place." His hands stilled, resting on Duo's shoulderblades. The younger man quietened also. [Somehow I think he doesn't know what to make of me,] he thought with an internal grin. "But I *want* the mark to show," he said and leaned back into Zechs's touch. "I want everyone to know I'm yours." He turned his upper body slightly to look into Zechs's eyes. "And I want you to braid my hair. I... I'm just not used to the attention, that's all," he said with a little grin. Zechs smiled up at his amazing little lover. "I think we both have been sorely lacking in attention for a long time," he murmured. "See, we're good for each other... that's a good sign." "*Very* good for each other," Duo smiled broadly and planted a kiss on Zechs's forehead. "And speaking of attention, when you're done braiding my hair I want to do something for you." His eyes were wide and mischievous. "That was the deal earlier... you tell me what you're thinking and I do something for you. So be thinking about what you want. A massage? A good tickling with my braid? Anything, just name it!" [If I get done braiding his hair...] "Very well, I will think about it. But right now there is all this silky hair to be braided, and if I do it right now, it will likely stick out straight from the side of your head and whap you in the nose every time you turn. Unless it's supposed to be like that?" Zechs raised his white eyebrows in a perfectly innocent expression. A roar of laughter spilled from Duo as he took in Zechs's act of innocence. "No, it's not supposed to be like that!" he replied in feigned shock as he playfully swatted Zechs's hands away from his hair, and then turned back around while still giggling. "But please hurry and finish braiding it," he begged, quieting at last to stillness. "Because I already miss looking into your eyes." "Such a romantic," Zechs murmured as he took up the silken lengths again, tightening carefully what had fallen apart and resuming. "And I will hurry, because you and I need a bath!" "A bath sounds good," Duo agreed. "And I'm only a romantic because of you..." he said aloud and then drifted off into the hypnotic pleasure of Zechs's hands in his hair. Soon he was keening softly at the soothing touch. And though he had wanted Zechs to hurry in this ministration, he was enjoying this simple pleasure very much. When his lover announced that he was finished, Duo sighed and leaned back into his chest, "Thank you, love." Long arms folded around the boy. "You're welcome, my Dancer," Zechs whispered, pressing a kiss to his braid at about the center of his back. "Up, now and into the tub..." As Duo stretched and sauntered over to the wide tub, Zechs went to start the water running. Beside the tub area was a standing wicker set of shelves holding folded towels and an array of cleansing products for a guest's use. "Hmmm," he added, regarding the selection as Duo slipped into the tub, "this inn promised attention to detail and they weren't kidding. Ah..." He selected a stoppered bottle that held a bluish-green mixture, removed the stopper and inhaled the scent of the contents. "Oh, this will do fine... ylang-ylang scented... reminds me of jasmine, which is a favorite. Hope that suits you as well." He reached over to wave the stopper under Duo's nose as the boy, his braid dangling over the side, relaxed in the rising warm water. "Good choice," Duo nodded. He was looking forward to this. A bath plus Zechs could only mean one thing... heaven. As the scented water rose, Duo began to splash it over his chest, removing the evidence of their last encounter. "We're getting into quite a routine... sex, cleanup, sex, cleanup," he laughed. "I could get used to that." "Indeed," Zechs replied drolly as he set the bottle on the wide lip of the tub. He found a second hair tie from his kit and pulled the long fall of his own hair into a tail, secured it, then stepped into the swirling water beside his lover. "Here, allow me," he murmured, pouring a measure of the fragrant soap crystals into his hand and applying it to Duo's chest. "Oh... thank you," the younger man grinned, and watched as Zechs rubbed the dissolving crystals onto his skin. "You realize you're spoiling me," he said, looking up with bright eyes and reaching his hand up to touch Zechs's face briefly. "And I don't think I want you to stop." "Then I won't," Zechs murmured, briefly closing his eyes as he pressed a kiss against the questing fingers, then returned to his task. This was so peaceful and calming, to wash Duo clean, the exotic scent full in his nostrils, lulling him to a feeling of utter sensuality little experienced in his life. Not like this... no lover had ever drawn this side of him to the fore, the gently loving man who he truly was deep inside past the scars of his life. Duo had somehow managed to penetrate past the scars into his core... into his basic Peacecraft heart. Zechs... scarcely recognized himself, but continued to will this. [This is me... this is really me.] The two lovers were mostly silent as Zechs carefully bathed Duo; the only sounds the sloshing water and the little moans of pleasure from the young man being bathed. Duo leaned into Zechs's caresses, totally relaxing as he closed his eyes and focused on the feel of the large, gentle hands moving over every part of his body. "So good to me," he cooed, breathing in the jasmine scented air. [He is so beautiful and kind... a soldier's life must be difficult for him.] When he felt that Duo was squeaky clean, Zechs handed him the bottle of soap crystals and shifted so his back was against the out-facing side of the tub, flipping the long tail of platinum blond hair over the edge as he slid down a little. "Your turn... or rather... *my turn*..." He turned a lazy smile to his lover and relaxed, his arms ranged along the side of the tub. Duo slid through the warm water to his lover's side, bending a little to kiss Zechs's shoulder before beginning. "Damn, you're beautiful," he said as he poured a small amount of the crystals into the palm of his hand. He rubbed the scented soap into the well-defined chest, and then let his soapy hands roam out and back over the extended arms and then down the man's side... just barely dipping under the waterline. "Mmm... want to save that for later," he chuckled, and then leaned in to kiss his lover again, this time on the lips. Zechs tasted of his lover's mouth, then sighed as Duo pulled back. The softly spoken words, little kisses, and the soothing caress of his lover's hands over his skin caused him to emit a sound suspiciously like a purr. He slid a bit further down in the water, his eyes falling closed. [If this is a dream, I'm staying right here in it...] "Good... relax," the younger man whispered. "Let your Dancer take care of you." Duo's hands moved lovingly over Zechs's body, slowly washing him from shoulders to toes, learning every contour of his lover's body. "Now for your massage," he winked, beginning with Zechs's feet. "Hmmm?" Zechs opened one eye to regard Duo holding one of his feet aloft. "Am I clean already?" "Yep. Where have you been?" Duo chuckled, setting the foot back down in the water, and moving his hand up to a calf. "I have something in mind for you... but my braid's going to go in the water," he said with a little frown. "I can take care of that," Zechs murmured, smiling as he retrieved Duo's long braid. Keeping it tucked in one hand, he raised his arms to link his hands behind his neck, effectively keeping the braid from getting wet. "There... now, something in mind? Should I be scared?" He winked at Duo. The younger man blinked, a little dazed at the pose Zechs was striking... the muscles in the man's arms and chest were even more pronounced and delicious like this. "Oh..." he said, licking his lips and feeling his groin twitch. "A big fella like you shouldn't be scared of little ol' me," he smirked and gently spread the other man's legs apart to kneel between them. "I'm just going to make you feel good... very good," he grinned and slid his hands over Zechs's knees to his thighs and began massaging them... deeply. "I feel so good already, my Duo," Zechs murmured, slightly narrowing his eyes as he gazed at his sensuous little lover. "But that does feel... wonderful..." A deep sigh escaped him. "I don't know what's on that devious demon mind of yours, but I'm pretty sated..." "Sated, huh?" Duo asked, as his hands moved up a few more inches along the muscular thighs, continuing the massage. "I can stop anytime, Zechs," he grinned and bent over, taking one pink nipple into his mouth to suckle. [Learns fast, this one,] Zechs thought as he arched his back when sensation shivered through him. "Uhhhnnn, that's good... no, go right ahead... Sated, I said *was* sated... I think..." He trailed off, sighing. The nipple hardened quickly in his mouth and then Duo was pulling off, giving it one last flick of his tongue. "I could get sidetracked there..." His hands worked their way up slowly on the outside of the strong thighs to the taut pectorals. He massaged each deeply and then leaned forward to kiss Zechs's lips lightly... slowly taking the kiss deeper as he brushed his thumbs against each nipple. With an effort, Zechs let his lover work his magic, keeping his arms where they were, but when Duo's lips met his, the older man had had enough teasing, his erection having found new life again. Suddenly, Zechs wound the braid around one wrist, shortening the connection between them, and wrapped his arms around his lover's slender shoulders, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. [God, Duo, what you do to me...] Duo moaned into his lover's mouth, delighted at the hungry response. [Can't get enough of you,] he thought as he wound his tongue around Zechs's. His arms wrapped around the man's middle as the voracious kiss continued and then he was suddenly breaking off in favor of air. As each man took deep, panting, breaths, Duo pressed his lips to Zechs's ear. "I have... a confession," he whispered, still breathless, and licked at the outside of the ear. "There was a moment... in the cafe downstairs... when I thought I'd blown it with you." He kissed his love's temple, and then looked into those bluest of eyes and asked, "Can you guess when?" Zechs gazed deeply but intently into his lover's eyes, thinking back to their initial encounter in the cafe. Only a couple hours ago, probably, though it seemed like a year. "Hmmm... probably when I asked you how old you were. That was a bit blunt, I admit. Sorry about that, love." To erase the sting of the reminder, he laid long fingers along Duo's cheek in a light caress of apology. "And I'm sorry I got so defensive," Duo apologized, remembering his sharp "I'm old enough" response. He brought his hand up to capture the fingers that were still sweetly caressing his cheek. "I was afraid you wouldn't want me if you knew how young and inexperienced I was," he said, moving Zechs's fingers to his lips. "But I wouldn't have been able to hide that fact from you for long," he grinned, and looking directly into Zechs's eyes he took one of the fingers into his mouth to suck. "Mmmm, you look so hot, doing that," Zechs murmured, his gaze going molten for a moment. He gently withdrew the finger, then tapped Duo teasingly on the nose with it. "No, you wouldn't... but I am a fair judge of men and you are clearly not a child. Life has aged you... as it probably has me. It doesn't matter now, of course. That river... I still think we were meant to find each other." He ran a fingertip along Duo's bottom lip. "How old do you think I am?" "Well..." Duo hesitated. There were so many things about Zechs that told Duo he was much older... perhaps as much as fifteen years older... his style, self-confidence, experience and the fact that he was about to change careers. But for Zechs to be almost thirty and in the military meant that he was probably an officer... something Duo was not willing to consider. And Zechs had spoken of a difficult childhood, much like Duo's... orphaned and alone. [He's like me. I bet he just seems older than he is.] "I'd have to guess... twenty-three or four or five?" he answered with a shrug. The fingers resumed caressing the boy's cheek as Zechs smiled deeply at him. "Life has aged me as well. In a couple decades I suppose it would matter to me a great deal that someone overestimated my age by as much as six years, but at the moment it's rather a compliment." As Duo's eyes widened in shock, he nodded to confirm. "Yes, I'm nineteen." "N-ni-nineteen?" Duo asked, his stutter reflecting his disbelief. "But you're so... tall," he said with a wary grin. He felt foolish for not realizing how very young Zechs actually was and suddenly his mind was in full gear and the words began to roll off his tongue in an unstoppable ramble, "Do you think you're still growing? Because I don't think I'm going to get much taller and our height difference is already huge... and I'm such an idiot... listen to me. I just thought you were older... not that you look old or anything, because you don't..." Talking abruptly became difficult as Zechs's tongue was suddenly in his mouth. Trying not to chuckle and kiss at the same time, his apparently overgrown lover stopped the babbling flow, kissing deeply so that it was unlikely Duo would remember where he left off. Smug, Zechs pulled gently off Duo's mouth. "No pun intended, but you shouldn't sell yourself short," he murmured, one corner of his mouth quirking up. "I'm not likely to gain more than a couple more inches, while you've got a whole growth spurt to go through yet. The difference will shrink, trust me." "Heh," Duo chuckled, still coming down from the powerful kiss Zechs had laid on him. "It's really not a problem. I love how tall you are. The image of you naked and stretched out on a bed will fill my fantasies for a long time," he smiled and nuzzled Zechs's cheek. "Mmmmm," Zechs made a pleased sound, leaning in to whisper hotly in Duo's ear, "and my fantasies will be the image of you naked and stretched out on a bed... filled with me..." He bit softly at Duo's earlobe, then suckled it gently. A needy whimper escaped Duo's lips, his eyes fluttering closed to picture the scene. "Yes... you inside me," he breathed into his lover's ear. "And how long will you be in Cairo?" At first Zechs wondered if the question was part of their teasing, but the whimper told him something else. It was serious. "I was thinking something like three, four days," he replied, running a hand soothingly up and down his lover's back. [But with you, possibly the rest of my life,] he thought, wondering again how the hell it was all going to work out. "A few days together," Duo said, trying to sound cheerful, but his body trembled at the reality. [That's all the time I have with him... a few days. But I want so much more. I want... forever.] He pulled Zechs tighter to him in a possessive embrace, as he kissed the man's face repeatedly. "There's so much I..." he began and then cut himself off by taking Zechs's mouth in a loving, slow kiss. [He's already afraid this will end?] Zechs thought as he returned the kiss avidly, his free arm folding around his slender lover. [Oh, Duo...] A long minute later, he broke the kiss to look the younger man in the eyes, feeling a pang to see the melancholy there. "Duo, look at me... we will see each other again, of course. It's just a few days this first time." The younger man nodded in understanding though his eyes looked a little glazed... watery. "Of course we will," he said, taking a deep breath and then rubbing the tip of his nose against Zechs's. "Though I may get busy with work again..." [That is if more orders come from the colonies and the war with OZ breaks out again.] "But that's not anything I should worry about now," he grinned. "I'm just happy to have found you!" "That's the spirit!" Zechs chuckled, though he was ignoring a voice deep inside him that wanted him to remember something about the war. "And I'm very happy to have found you, too, my little Dancer." He released him a little and shifted position, drawing a foot up out of the water for a moment. "Hmmm, I think we'll be wrinkling up if we stay here much longer," he noted. "Time to get dry, I think, all right? We're both definitely clean by now." Duo rubbed his nose against Zechs's neck and sniffed. "You smell so pretty now," he said with a chuckle, kissing the tanned skin. "We're definitely squeaky clean," he said and began to get up from his kneeling position only to realize his braid was still tightly wrapped around Zechs's wrist. "Oh, hello... Forgot about this." Zechs had wrinkled his nose at the "pretty" remark, but when the braid pulled taut, he chuckled. "Oh, want that, do you?" But he raised his arms, unwinding the braid. "Climb out now, and you'll have it back. I do love holding it for you, however..." [Especially since there are so many uses for the damn thing,] he added to himself, hiding a smirk as Duo lifted away from him, stepping out of the water. Water dripped from Duo's slender form as he stepped out of the tub and onto the tile floor. Zechs was still holding the braid and watching him appreciatively. "You know," he began as he turned to his lover, "you're the only one I've ever let hold my braid." He gently took the thick plait of hair from Zechs's hand and brushed the end back and forth over his belly. "You've made me want to do some very naughty things with it," he winked and then turned his back to Zechs as if hiding the "very naughty" thing he was doing... though he wasn't doing anything at all. He looked back over his shoulder to see his lover's smoldering eyes and then tossed his braid onto his back. "It's here for you... anytime you want it." [He's an absolute demon,] Zechs thought, hiding a smirk behind the cascading tendrils of hair around his face. He fought an urge to pick up the dripping fiend, toss him over his shoulder, then onto the bed for proper pouncing. [I'm not fucking him in that condition... I'm starving... and, I am NOT sleeping tonight in a wet bed...] He stood up, water sluicing off the muscular, golden planes of his body. Stepping out, he smiled down at his gaping lover and reached for towels, handing one to him. "Yes, I know and I'm honored," he replied at last, giving the braid a playful tug before toweling off his own body. "And I *will* want it... later." He winked at Duo. "And as for later, I'd better finish my dinner so I'll have enough strength...for later." Letting the towel slide to the floor, he smirked, released his hair from its tie, and shook it out. He picked up one of the thick Turkish robes from beside the door and sauntered back into the main room. Only after arriving back at the sofa did he slip it on before plopping down. Staring at his lover's handsome backside, Duo resisted the urge to chase after him and pinch his tush. "Oh, man... you are so damn sexy," he said loudly so that Zechs could hear. "And later will be good," he added, remembering his soreness and realizing Zechs was probably being considerate of it as well.
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