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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 " 19) Duo finished toweling off and grabbed a robe for himself before joining Zechs in the main room. "I bet you're hungry. You hardly ate anything before... Though I did enjoy being fed by you," he grinned. He slipped the terrycloth robe on, tying it loosely at his waist and noticing it was a bit too large, but still comfy and warm. "Mind if I turn on the T.V.?" Zechs had already retrieved his abandoned plate and was tucking into his own souvlaki, cold by now but he was so hungry he didn't care. "Sure," he replied around a bite, cheerfully waving the skewer at his lover. Bouncing over to the televideo, Duo pressed the power switch and then angled the console towards the sofa, before grabbing the remote and joining Zechs. For nearly a minute he sat completely focused on the images flashing before his eyes as he channel surfed. "Nothing's on," he mumbled unhappily, and then settled for the world news report. "Gee, I'm a little hungry myself," he said, watching Zechs devour the souvlaki out of the corner of his eye. [If I watch too closely I'll get another hard-on,] he snickered to himself. He picked his plate off the floor and then noticed it could use some refilling. He hopped over to the table to get another helping of dates and souvlaki. Duo returned to the sofa happier than ever and plopped down close to his lover. Munching on a falafel, Zechs tensed at the sight of news on the monitor, hoping like hell there wouldn't be anything about OZ. [Damn news reports... they tell everything. There are no military secrets any more, not really... well, perhaps there is me...] "Say, lover, I was wondering," he murmured, reaching out and fingering the braid, "where do you normally hang your hat? You must have some residence of at least partial permanence. From where do you hail?" [Anything to distract me from the news... and I *am* wondering...] "Oh, well..." he began, swallowing the date he was chewing. "I'm originally from colony L2. Have you ever been to outer space? You should see the Earth from there... it's amazing," he said, smiling at his lover. "I already told you about my friend Quatre... his place is in Arabia. But I hope to find somewhere more permanent to live." [Yeah, maybe when this damn war is over.] "I'm tired of not having a home," he said, with a little sigh. "How about you?" he asked, brightening again. "I mean... where were you born?" Zechs almost stopped chewing his next chunk of lamb. [He's from the colonies?] For a brief moment that seemed to alarm him, then he had the thought, [Perhaps he could help me gain a bit of perspective on what the people there are like, how they might react... oh, but I can't mention OZ... but Duo might give me an idea about how the people felt about Alliance rule... and what the loss of that means to them...] It suddenly seemed important to him to know more about the colonists. But he was asked a question. "Born? Ah, on Earth, a very obscure little land utterly nothing like Egypt called Sank. Cold... mountains... and a very icy little sea," Zechs replied finally after taking a sip of wine. "And, no, I've never been to a colony, but I've always wanted to visit one." At this last, he turned a brillant smile upon his companion. "Sank? I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it. But mountains sound very nice. There weren't any mountains on L2... and I'd love to see some," he smiled and laid his hand on Zechs's knee. "You really should visit outer space some time. The colonists are proud, hardworking people... you'd like them." "I do already," Zechs murmured, parking his plate for a moment on the wide arm of the sofa, then parting his legs and patting the space between them. "Especially you... and wouldn't your souvlaki taste better if you were sitting here?" Looking his age for once, he looked hopefully at his little lover through the random white tendrils of hair cascading around his face. A wide grin brightened Duo's face. "I thought you'd never ask," he teased. Carefully, with his plate in hand, he moved to sit between Zechs's legs, laying his own legs over one of Zechs's and on the sofa. Then he quickly took a bite of his souvlaki, and still chewing announced, "Oh, definitely much better," and kissed his love on the cheek. For a moment, they sat eating in companionable silence as the news broadcaster droned on about the weather in Addis Ababa and then launched into a discourse on the wildebeest population in the preserve a hundred miles south of Cairo. Zechs had finished the heavier part of his meal, sampling the dates now as a palate cleanser. He glanced over at the table, longingly eyeing the still-untouched baklava, when he caught a glimpse of a picture of a colony behind the news reporter. "In other news," the reporter was now saying, "the first of the colonies to be liberated from the Alliance's control, L4-C-334, celebrated with the representative of the OZ peace support organization, Lady Une. Meetings have begun to discuss the colony's new role in outer space and the resumption of travel between colonies once the liberation is more wide-spread and the space mines are destroyed. Meanwhile the Alliance Space Forces continue to fight OZ's attacks, but are being steadily defeated by the new Taurus mobile dolls." Zechs, despite his close proximity to his lover, froze with abrupt tension at the news. [Then they *did* send the Taurus mobile dolls to space!! Treize would never actively condone... what on Earth is going on? Peace support organization?? That's ludicrous!] Duo's hands were shaking the moment he heard the words "colonies" and "OZ" uttered in the same sentence. [L4?! Quatre!] Suddenly, his plate was tumbling out of his hands and onto the floor with a clatter. "Shit," he said, and then was immediately quiet and still to hear the rest of the report. The older man hadn't noticed. His veins were turning to ice. The monitor showed a smartly dressed woman in a blue business dress with long, feathered brown hair. "This is a new age of peace and freedom for the colonies!" she declared with a winning smile. "We are systematically rooting out the devils who created and sent the Gundams to Earth. OZ forgives the colonies for the Gundam attacks, as we realize well that the Gundams do not represent the will of the colonies. Before long, the colonies will find their useful purpose which the Alliance and this confusion with the Gundams denied them. Long live His Excellency Treize Khushrenada whose will is making this possible!" [That's Lady Une? She looks so different,] Zechs thought, gaping at the screen. [Hmph, dress her up, it doesn't matter. They won't know what hit them.] His mind whirled with dire possibilities. [They're going to trade one form of control for another, damn it!] "What the?..." Duo muttered as his hands curled into fists. Just then he noticed that his lover had tensed as well. [Does this bother him because I'm from the colonies?] he wondered, and then focused once again on OZ's very feminine representative. "Damn politics... can't..." he muttered and then resigned himself to little grunts, not wanting to accidentally reveal too much to his Zechs. Zechs was belatedly aware that his lover was saying something, but at least the tone of voice came through clearly. [I'm sure that doesn't sit well with him... hmmm, I don't imagine most colonists are fond of politics. Oh, God, Treize, why the hell didn't you send *me* there? Keep your lady by your side, let me go talk to them...] But as soon as he thought it, he knew he was already far past that possibility. Because of the Gundam. [Maybe I can still go there, talk to them... I just don't know when. But not for OZ...] He untensed suddenly, wrapping one arm around Duo, who, he belatedly realized, had upended his plate somehow. He reached for the remote and abruptly shut the televideo terminal off, then tossed the remote to the other end of the sofa before wrapping his other arm around his lover as well. "Enough of that, eh?" he murmured softly, carefully forcing his thoughts away from all the alarms in his head. Duo wrapped his arms around Zechs as well, needing this closeness very badly. "Yeah, no more of that noise," he said a little fiercely, and rubbed his cheek against Zechs's. With a deep sigh he continued, "I love being here with you," and then he was kissing the man tenderly, deeply. The sudden kiss effectively completed Zechs's diversion of his thoughts from his very uncomfortable reality, and he gave himself over to kissing his sweet, saucy Duo. In this moment... here in this place... he was no longer OZ Colonel Zechs Merquise, but simply Zechs, a man in love with a bright treasure named Duo Maxwell. The war... ceased to exist once again... blessedly. The younger man's hands massaged his lover's back as he moaned and melted further into the kiss. [So happy here. I wish I could stay in this moment forever.] Though he accepted his role as Gundam pilot and colony freedom fighter with pride and determination, being here with Zechs... being so in love... made him waiver in that responsibility. It was tempting to think he could throw that life away for a life with the man he loved. Tempting, but not possible. The fight, *his* fight against OZ would have to continue, and after seeing that news broadcast he knew his time with Zechs was even more limited. With that thought he pulled out of the kiss and looked into his lover's amazing blue eyes. "I do love you, Zechs. I want you to remember that... always." Something about the boy's voice and the barest of shimmering in his eyes struck Zechs deep, melting his heart. [He's worried about the war,] he thought, swallowing hard. [And the future... now that he's found me, he's worried about losing me already. Oh, Duo, what are we going to do? I can't lose you either.] But he could do one thing. Caressing Duo's cheek with his thumb, Zechs murmured back, smiling a bit, "I will remember if you remember... I love you as well, Duo. Always." His smile deepened, then he was gathering Duo in for another deep kiss. Though the kiss was sweet and loving and filled with the commitment growing between them, Duo's heart constricted with the sadness of their inevitable separation. He would love Zechs always, of that he was sure, but as long as this war raged he could not hope to spend any significant amount of time with his love. As he fought with his emotions, Duo slipped his hands into Zechs's elegant white hair, and held his head in place for a kiss he did not want to end. [I don't want him to feel my sadness, but I know he does,] he thought, even as his tongue became better acquainted with Zechs's. [Mmmm, he tastes so good... ahhh, with him in my arms I feel cleansed of the blood stains!] Zechs thought happily, one arm holding him close as they kissed, his free hand playing with the braid he loved so much. [I think he would be proud of the fighting I feel I must yet do, that is, after he comes to terms with my being a soldier... I don't think he wants to think about that. Don't blame him... neither do I...] Finally, Zechs slowly pulled out of his lover's mouth, his lips immediately curving into a deep smile as he looked down into the wide, cobalt eyes. "Might you be interested in another lesson, Dancer?" "Wow, another lesson?" the younger man asked excitedly. He was already working on a sizable erection from all their kissing. "You bet, I'm ready," he said, letting his hands fall from Zechs's hair and around to cup the man's face. "Your lessons are so... educational," he chuckled and then gave his lover a big smooch on the lips. Chuckling, Zechs pulled out from Duo's hands with a final pat to his cheek. "Up, up, I've got dishes to get rid of," he murmured with a wink. As Duo retreated from his lap with a pout, Zechs stood up in one graceful movement, clasping his plate in one hand and retrieving his glass with the other. He wandered over to the table with them and began packing the remaining food back up while behind him Duo picked up his spilled plate. Deftly the older man cleaned up, even to retrieving Duo's plate and glass from him, and in moments the leftovers disappeared into the room's small refrigerator and all trash was thrown away. [Man, is that what they teach them in the military? So neat,] Duo thought with a shudder, knowing he'd never make it in the regular army. "You're gonna put the maid out of work," he snickered as he watched with bewildered awe. "Oh, right," Zechs considered with a smirk, then fished a soiled piece of paper out of the trash and tossed it artlessly on the floor. "Ha!" Duo howled as the laughter bubbled out of him. He was absolutely tickled by this sudden display of deadpan humor from his lover. All it took was a look between Zechs, the trash bin, and the crumpled paper on the floor and he was doubled over again, shaking with laughter. "I'm sorry..." he blurted out between chuckles. "It's just so damn funny!" Zechs was laughing, too, by now, drawn in helplessly by his lover's bubbling mirth, and he waved off the apology, unable to speak coherently. "Maid...!" he croaked, and added to the hilarity by turning on the faucet in the sink in the suite's kitchenette and splashing some water on the counter. There wasn't much else to mess up yet. He, too, doubled over, unable to stop laughing. Watching Zechs join in the fun and laugh right along, and then slop water on the kitchen counter brought Duo to his knees. [I love this, but it hurts!] "Stop it!" he cried out, tears running down his cheeks, and his arms wrapped around his middle as his body shook from the now painful laughter. "I can't take anymore!" "I'm stopping, I'm stopping!" Zechs chuckled, managing to straighten finally. [What am I doing??] he found himself thinking as he began to subside. [I'm... laughing? I don't *laugh*... I haven't had anything to laugh about - except how cruel life can be - since I was six years old...] "Oh, shit, I needed that..." he added, taking a few deep breaths as he wiped up the counter anyway and got out two plates for the baklava. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've laughed like that." Duo swiped at the drying tears on his face as his stomach muscles finally relaxed from the subsiding giggles. "Well, I think you just made up for it," he grinned and got up to join his lover at the table. He put his hand over Zechs's to still the man's preparations for a moment. "I have a feeling we'll be doing a lot of laughing together," he said and raised himself up on his tiptoes to give Zechs a contented kiss on his cheek. Zechs closed his eyes briefly, receiving the sweet kiss from his little lover. [My Duo... I need you so much...] "I hope so," he sighed, then glanced over with a smile. "Now, about lessons... weren't we about to embark upon another one?" "That's right!" the younger man heartily agreed as he hopped up onto the table. He let his legs swing a little gleefully underneath him. "I'm ready when you are... Professor Wolf," he said with a wink. "Hmmm," Zechs murmured thoughtfully, opening the boxed up baklava. He cut a couple slices of the flaky, honey-soaked pastry and set them on a single plate. "Table... this would work..." When Duo looked about ready to launch himself off the table as Zechs brought the plate over from the counter, Zechs waved at him to remain. "No, I think here is perfect," he added, setting the plate down and coming to stand before his lover. "You're going to show me how to eat baklava?" Duo asked, confused at how this could be his next lesson. "I hate to spoil it for you, but I know how to eat the stuff," he snorted. To his surprise, Zechs pulled loose the terrycloth belt that held the fluffy white robe around Duo's slender frame. "Not like this, you don't," he murmured, his voice dropping a bit lower. Opening the robe, he drew it over Duo's shoulders and let it cascade to the table. "Lay back, please, little love," he added, smiling secretively. "On the table?" Duo asked, even as he was lying back, his legs still dangling over the edge. [Oh, man, I wonder what he has planned,] he thought and felt his groin stir. His erection had softened from their interlude of laughter, but it certainly wouldn't take long for it to harden again... not with that sexy voice and those hands working him into a frenzy. "You sure you wouldn't prefer me on the bed?" he persisted, feeling a little like a patient on an operating room table. "But I don't want to get crumbs in our bed," Zechs replied, brushing a fingertip over a rosy nipple teasingly, then pulled Duo's legs up, bending them by the knees so that his feet were on the tabletop... his legs apart with his lover standing between. He reached over for the plate of baklava and set it on Duo's stomach. "Hold that." "Um... okay," the patient muttered and held the edge of the plate with one hand. "What are you planning?" Duo asked a little nervously with a swallow. [He's not going to stick baklava up....?!] "Planning?" Zechs enjoyed playing coy, raising one eyebrow in innocent wonder, then the smirk returned as he stroked the inside of one thigh, beginning the "lesson". "A lesson on erotic uses for food, is all." He dipped his head to place a kiss along side Duo's knee. "Well, that isn't exactly true... I thought we'd review an earlier lesson as well." He caressed while laying another couple kisses against Duo's thigh. Duo's head was up, watching Zechs carefully. "A review?" [Does that mean I did something wrong before? Or he just liked one of the previous lessons?] His body was relaxing and hardening in all the right places in response to Zechs's perfectly placed kisses. Oh yes, his erection was reawakening nicely. To prepare himself for the pleasures to come, Duo scrunched the arms of his robe under his head. "Ah, now I'm really ready," he sighed happily. "Mmmm, yes," Zechs murmured, now caressing and petting his lover in earnest, his long-fingered hands sliding over skin sparsely dusted in tiny dark hairs, enjoying the feel of the slender but firm muscles beneath. Thighs, calves, sides were all caressed as Duo's erection surged in anticipation of... "Mmmm, baklava is just so perfect for what I want to use it for. So much... honey..." The young man let the low, sexy tones of his lover's voice resonate within him as his body melted into the touch of large, exploring hands. "Mmm, isn't honey... sticky?" he asked, trying to encourage his tall, blond lover to speak again. Duo loved that sensual voice and when Zechs was aroused and pleasuring him it was even more enticing. "Sticky?" Zechs paused in his petting to reach for a piece of baklava on the plate Duo clung to. "Very..." He leaned down so that his hand and mouth was poised no more than about six inches directly above Duo's erection, and took a bite of the rich, syrupy pastry. "Ohh... so close to my..." Duo moaned a little shakily as his groin twitched at the nearness of Zechs's mouth. Immediately honey began to drip from the slice and from Zechs's fingers and the corner of his mouth. Thick dollops of honey landed precisely onto Duo's shaft. Another bite, releasing more of the heavy syrup. "Mmmm, this is pretty good..." Abruptly Zechs put the rest of the piece back on the plate and took the plate from Duo and set it aside. Then he held his hair out of his face with his clean hand and bent to lick at one of the droplets of honey on his lover's erection. "Man, you're... uhnnn," he said his words trailing off as he felt his lover's tongue on his hard sex. The sight of the sticky honey dripping from Zechs's fingers and mouth as he bent to tease his lover made Duo's mouth water. He licked his lips hungrily and resisted the urge to take his lover's fingers into his mouth... just yet. [I can't believe he's doing this,] he thought half dazed. "Oh, god, Zechs... I'll never survive this." "Oh, you'll survive," Zechs murmured with a somewhat wicked smirk, as he drew his tongue back in his mouth and glanced up at Duo's agitated expression. "You'd better, you'll be doing this to me next." A corner of his mouth curved and then he went back to his task, licking up the sweetness. "Then... mmm... oh, yes, there... I'd better pay attention," he answered between moans. If there was anything that Duo had learned in the few hours he'd been with Zechs it was that patience was a powerful tool in lovemaking. Patience, though sometimes difficult to maintain in moments such as this, made sex all the sweeter. And the patience of both lovers definitely made this series of firsts for Duo that much more pleasant and rewarding. "Indeed," Zechs murmured, reaching again for the wedge of pastry. "You see, my lovely, this lesson is about paying attention... and being innovative." He paused to take another bite; another drool of honey found its way to coat Duo's hard length. "Honey is a food of the gods... and a very appropriate substance for use in earthly... worship..." His voice had taken on a slower, almost purring, furry tone to it, like dark honey itself. "Delicious..." And he bent again to tender licks along Duo's now-twitching cock. Duo's hands clutched his thighs trying to still the little tremors that were passing through him. Oh, that voice and that tongue and the whole idea of being "eaten" and "worshipped" was nearly too much for the young man. "Yesss... my Wolf god... at his feast," he said softly, even as his Wolf continued to lick and please his earthly lover. [The wolf thing again,] Zechs thought with amusement, wondering if he'd ever dare tell his young lover how he adored Duo's calling him a "wolf"... and thinking that one day he'd tell Duo about the white wolves of the Sankian deep forests... But there was pleasure to be had, and Zechs felt his own pleasure rising at the sight of how he was driving his lover wild. "Mmmm," he purred, then added, "and you are quite a feast, love." At last the last flaky crumb of phyllo crust was consumed, but the feast had truly just begun. Swallowing the last of his piece of pastry, Zechs smiled then took just the head of Duo's honey-smeared cock in his mouth, beginning slow swirls with his tongue. Now Duo reached for Zechs's hand, drawing the sticky fingers into his mouth, mirroring the action of his lover's mouth on his cock. "Mmmm..." he groaned and began to suck and lick the long, honey-coated fingers. He imagined his cock tasted like this in Zechs's mouth and it made him ache and throb and begin to gently thrust. [So eager...] Zechs mused, pleased. [I can play this game...] He glanced up again, smiling as he caught Duo's passion-stirred gaze, then carefully laid his forearm across Duo's belly, effectively preventing the thrusts that would have shortened his task and kept his lover from reaching the intended height of pleasure. "Mmmm, Duo," Zechs murmured, then proceeded to the next phase of the lesson as he engulfed Duo's erection to the root. [I do prefer to teach by example...] "Oh!" Duo cried out, his head raising off the makeshift pillow, pulling Zechs's fingers momentarily from his mouth. "Zechs," he panted, aroused beyond belief at how suddenly and completely Zechs had swallowed him. His cobalt eyes were wide and transfixed on the image between his legs... his cock in his Wolf's hot, wet mouth. "Oh, fuck, Wolf... that's incredible!" Unable to thrust his hips with the firm arm over his belly, Duo drew one of Zechs's fingers back into his mouth and began to suck it urgently. [Need release... need him...] [Now we're getting somewhere,] Zechs thought, his own erection pressing firmly against the edge of the table. [He has no idea what this is costing *me*!] As he began a steady rhythm of stroking Duo's cock with his mouth and throat up and down, he started to move his fingers in the boy's mouth as if that was *his* cock thrusting into Duo as well. [Shit, and when we do a proper sixty-nine later... I've never craved anyone like this, fuck!] Needy sounds... whimpers... moans... all came from Duo as his senses, his body were overwhelmed by his beautiful lover's attentions. [He's fucking my mouth with his fingers!] he thought and nearly passed out from the eroticism of it. Then he was focused on the delicious slide of tongue and mouth and throat over his cock. "Uhh... nnnn..." he groaned almost painfully, wanting desperately to be released from Zechs's grasp to fuck that perfect mouth. [The need he breeds in me... so much passion... I never knew...] Zechs pulled off, breathing hard, fire in his eyes abruptly as he fixed his gaze on Duo. "Want to fuck, don't you, little fox?" he growled at him, lifting the weight of his arm from the younger man's belly. "Now's your chance..." But before he bent to take Duo's cock again, he removed his wet fingers from the boy's mouth and replaced them with fingers of his other hand. The wet ones he brought down between them to Duo's entrance. "But I warn you, you're barely going to know who's doing the fucking, you or me... not that you're going to care... so go ahead -fuck my mouth!" With that, he slid two wet fingers carefully within Duo and then, emitting another near-growl, he went down on Duo again, this time in earnest of completion. The strong directive from his lover sent a shiver of anticipation through Duo's body. [Yes, I'll fuck that sweet mouth of his,] he thought and all at once there were fingers in his mouth and up his ass, and that fabulous mouth around his cock. "Yesss..." he mumbled while sucking Zechs's fingers, his breathing deepening. He loved Zechs like this... wild, animalistic, almost uncontrollably hungry, and he wondered with a groan what it would feel like to have Zechs take him in this state... take him without holding back. The desire for such a feral taking and his own need to fuck sent Duo thrusting urgently in and out of his lover's mouth. "Ohh... nnnn..." he moaned. Zechs was working both sets of fingers in and out of him... in and out of his mouth... in and out of his ass, at last stroking against Duo's prostate and igniting the first sparks of orgasm. "Yes!" Duo shouted as he pulled Zechs's fingers from his mouth and held their hands tight against his chest. Now he had found his rhythm, now he had found his deepest need and began thrusting into Zechs's mouth seeking urgent completion. "God, yesss...." he cried out, as Zechs grunted deep in his throat. "So fucking good...." And then the brightness hit him, "Zechs!" and his cock was pulsing and shooting hot cum down his lover's throat. Greedily Zechs drank his lover's seed, one hand clutching him by the lower jaw, one with two fingers sunk deep inside him. Finished, he released him slowly and staggered back a step before returning to collect the shuddering boy into his arms, pulling him up to a sitting position. "Duo..." he whispered, in awe of the fire in the being of this delicious young man, his Dancer, his Duo. Now... he craved that fire. Damned be OZ... Zechs dove into his lover's mouth eagerly; it was his turn next.
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