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"Lost "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: implied yaoi, angst, violence, language Pairings: 6x2, mention of 4+3 Summary: Sequel to Interfacing: Found. Quatre
has some shocking information for Duo about his new lover; there's
trouble in Cairo... "Lost" 1) "Mmm," Duo purred as he snuggled into Zechs. "That was amazing... you're amazing," he said, lifting his head and looking into his lover's sated eyes. "You keep saying that, silly," Zechs murmured, smiling and giving his beautiful little lover a wink. "And you're pretty amazing yourself... ahhhh, you feel so good..." He bent his head to nuzzle Duo's throat, pausing to kiss a love-mark he'd made near the collarbone. "Felt so good to be inside you." "Yesss," the younger man moaned as Zechs kissed the sensitive patch of skin. "I love it when you mark me, Wolf," he grinned. It was the morning of their third day together, and Duo couldn't count how many times they had made love or Zechs had marked him. There were at least three love hickeys of varying degrees of redness on his neck, and the young man cherished each one. Duo ran his hand over Zechs's chest, his fingers rubbing lightly in circles. "I can *still* feel you inside me... I love that," he said and kissed the broad chest. Zechs captured the fingers in his and brought them to his lips to kiss. "And I can still feel you all around me... I love that so much, Dancer. I love *you*..." With a sigh he leaned in to kiss his Duo, to savor his mouth. The younger man fairly glowed at his lover's words and melted into the kiss that followed. These days in Cairo were perfect. Warm, long days with an incredible man, a man who loved and cared for him like no other ever had. "I love you, Zechs," Duo whispered as the kiss ended, a little overwhelmed by his own feelings. "Love you with all my heart." "Mmmm, all my heart..." echoed the older man, his voice languid with satiation. "I could just stay here. Permanently, I think. On the other hand, we're bound to get hungry... and have other problems. Damn." Lazily he drew his tongue up Duo's jaw to his ear, like a cat getting in a long lick. "Ooh, are you planning to clean me that way?" Duo chuckled. "You know how I love your tongue on me." "That's one of those problems," Zechs smirked, nosed Duo's earlobe playfully, then rolled over onto his back. "It's not your ear that needs cleaning. It's your turn to fetch towels, little love." Duo groaned, "Again? Oh, all right." He slowly pulled himself out of the warm embrace and sat up. "Well, we have got to be the two cleanest and best sexed men in Cairo," he grinned with a snort and hopped off the bed. "Little demon," Zechs chuckled, and gave Duo a playful swat on the behind as he turned from the bed. "And we definitely are at that!" Seconds later Duo returned with wet washcloths and a dry towel. He tossed one washcloth to Zechs who caught it easily. Duo smiled at this... it hadn't taken him long to notice how fast Zechs's reflexes were. [Interesting,] he told himself again. He didn't quite know why, but that particular ability struck him as significant somehow. "I had a thought," Duo began, standing next to the bed as he finished cleaning and drying off. "How about some fresh fruit for breakfast? I could run down to that fruit market." "Mmmm," Zechs murmured, tossing the used washcloth and towel onto the floor. "That sounds wonderful. If you don't mind, I'll take my time peeling myself out of bed this morning." He leaned on one elbow, one leg up with bent knee, the other stretched out as he regarded his lover's slender, nude body before clothes covered it up. "Look at you... you're gorgeous," Duo said and bent over to kiss Zechs on the forehead. [Damn, I love how he can strike a pose!] "I tired you out, huh?" he asked, turning and walking across the room to pull a pair of black jeans out of his duffel bag. "I rather like you lounging in bed like that," he grinned, looking back over his shoulder. "Look who's talking... gorgeous," Zechs sighed, his glance falling on his lover's sweet tush as he leaned over his bag. "And, yeah, you wore me out. Not that I won't be ready for more... later." He grinned and stretched, then settled into enjoying the vision of his lover dressing. Knowing his lover was watching, Duo sensuously wriggled into his tight jeans and then slipped a deep blue colored muscle shirt over his head, tucking it inside his pants. "I won't be long," he said, stepping into his black ankle boots. Once more he walked over to the bed, grabbing his sunglasses and some money from the bedside table. He looked down at his lover, his heart aching to leave him even for just a short while. He bent down again to kiss him. "Love you, Zechs," he said and pressed his lips to the other man's... making it a quick kiss, but with the anticipation of so much more when he returned. Zechs sat up to return the kiss, touching Duo's cheek with his fingertips briefly. "Love you, too, baby. Always." Duo grinned at the words. He especially liked it when Zechs called him "baby." Standing straight again after the kiss, he tucked the money into his pants pocket and checked to be sure he had his room key before heading for the door. After opening it, he decided to take one last look at that gorgeous naked man back on the bed. He turned to Zechs, and pulling his braid over his shoulder he waved the end of it, winking at the same time. His lover smiled in response and then Duo turned and was out of the door... hearing it click softly shut behind him.
Sighing, he stood up slowly, pulled on some clothes, then rummaged around in his bag for a small box-like device. He straightened and looked at it. [It's time,] he thought. [This will be hard, but I have to talk to him. Even more now that I have Duo...] Zechs went to the phone in the hallway. This time of day he could expect no interruptions, as the housekeeping staff wouldn't be starting rounds yet but most guests were already out and about. Zechs fitted the device on the phone; it was a scrambler which he'd invented himself. The phone call would be untraceable. Then he made the call. "Khushrenada," came the somewhat surprised and mildly irritated voice at the other end. This was a private line not known to many. "Hello, Treize, it's me," Zechs sighed. "Zechs!" The voice sounded properly stunned. Then there was a pause. "Where are you?" "It doesn't matter," Zechs replied. "Treize, it's good to hear your voice. We need to talk, you and I. A few days ago... I saw Lady Une's display in the colonies on the news." "That!" Treize snorted. "You don't know the half of it. And I'm not talking about her, I'm talking about what's in the documents we've been asked to press the colonies to sign. Milliardo, things are not going well." "I gathered that," Zechs said drolly. "So what's in the documents?" Treize paused for a few seconds. He trusted his friend and knew that if Milliardo had been able to get through to this particular line, it would be secure, unlike their last conversation. It was a tremendous relief to at last be able to speak freely. "The colonies' main industry will become weapons manufacturing, most notably mobile dolls." "Shit," Zechs swore, feeling a twinge of empathy for his friend, knowing full well this was not at all to Treize's liking and that the command had come from Romefeller. "How does she expect to get them to sign the documents?" He wanted to snarl that, given his dislike for Treize's lady love, but held back. "It's seen as a deterrent to attack," Treize replied soberly. "The colonists' want no more war. Of course, the fact that attacks are generally induced by OZ, trying to clean up the Alliance hold-on's, well, that's just a coincidence." He snorted his derision. "It's shabby and demeaning." "I quite agree," Zechs replied, wondering how Treize was managing to hold up through all this. "My lady..." Treize paused again, clearing his throat. "She's becoming affected by this in an unexpected way. I'm afraid that my beautiful martinet is becoming a bit... unhinged. I think she's begun to believe the lies, Milliardo." Zechs felt a chill at the news. "What do you mean?" [And what am I going to have to do about it in the near future?] "Oh, all the noise about a peaceful era beginning in outer space... Milliardo, a part of her sings for peace and harmony just as I do... and another part of her is still so skeptical and regimented." Treize sounded tired. "There's two of her... and I don't yet know which one will win." [This will bear looking into... later. When I go to outer space one day,] Zechs thought, then responded, "I'm sorry, Treize." "Tell me, Milliardo," Treize went on in a hushed voice. "It's your time, isn't it?" [He knows... but of course he does.] "Yes, Treize, it's time for me to go." "I'm glad," the commander-in-chief of OZ responded, relief in his voice. "I envy you, my friend." "You do?" Zechs asked, stunned. "Of course. You're free of Romefeller. I, on the other hand, must remain either as their pawn or their dirty little secret - I rather think the latter will be the case. They'll never let me go, Milliardo. I have influence that Romefeller will find dangerous... in time." "Treize, you should use that influence now while you can," Zechs insisted, alarmed. "No, I can do more if I stay," Treize replied, sounding tired. "Zechs, it has to be this way. You must break away and oppose Romefeller." "Treize..." "Don't yell at me for saying this to you, Milliardo," Treize continued a little more firmly. "But if I were you, I'd push hard to ally with the Gundam pilots." "Treize!" Zechs was more astounded than angry. He knew with consternation that every time his friend used Zechs's real name, he did it to be jarring, a reminder of Zechs's true reality. The fact that he also used it to be endearing was just maddening. "But you said to kill them if I came across them. Not that I truly wanted to..." The other man chuckled. "Now, now, don't sound so surprised. This is a secure line and I don't need to quote the party line to you now. Indeed, I know you admire them. Wouldn't that be perfect? Besides, you're going to need other pilots with those skills to go up against Romefeller's mobile dolls." "But those mobile dolls are just automatons, aren't they?" Zechs shifted his weight, feeling uneasy about Treize's audacious suggestion. [The Gundam pilots are not going to even listen to the likes of me...] "Coordinated, synchronized automatons," Treize corrected. "Think about it." Zechs didn't want to. "But if I oppose Romefeller, I oppose you." The fact that he had already made up his mind somehow didn't matter, despite his words. He had a strong feeling Treize already knew this. "Not in the least," Treize replied gently. "Zechs, I'm going to give you a code. Down the line you will use this to contact me. Then we will go to work to unravel Romefeller, you and me and whomever you win over to your side, you in direct, irritating opposition, me in subtle, hidden ways. This is how it must be." Zechs felt an ache in his heart for his best friend. "All your dreams..." The ascendancy of OZ was supposed to fulfill Treize's dream of a peaceful, strife-free world, but nearly the opposite had happened. "They'll still come true, Milliardo. It will take longer than we thought. And those bright young spirits will be critical players. You must try to contact them. We need them..." "Yes, I will," Zechs agreed, thinking of the pilot of 01. Noin had likely caught up to him or was on the verge of doing so. That might be their start, teaming up with that fierce young boy. [And here I thought I wanted to kill him in a duel,] he thought ironically. [I can't imagine doing that now. Strange...] "Here's the code..." Treize recited a long series of letters and numbers. Zechs closed his eyes, memorizing. "Thanks," Zechs said at last. "I've got to go." "Yes... Milliardo, be well. There will be hell to pay for our actions from here on out, but I'm confident our two minds are in the same place. I wish you good luck on obtaining your allies." "Thank you. You be careful as well, Treize." Zechs wondered if he'd ever get to talk to his friend again. "Oh, don't worry about me," Treize chuckled merrily, though Zechs wasn't fooled. "I'm untouchable. Good luck, Milliardo." "Thanks. You, too, Treize." Zechs hung up the phone. [Now I *am* all alone, though it's very good to know that I have Treize's silent support. At least I have Duo now - and as soon as he comes back I will tell him everything...] He went back into the room and closed the door, smiling to himself. [Yeah... I have Duo...] As soon as the door clicked closed, a head stuck itself around the corner from the stairwell down the hall, noting that the door the person had been watching had closed again. "Okay," a man with a red fez whispered to himself, pulling out his radio.
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