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"Regained "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, masturbation, angst, violence,
language Pairings: 6x2, 3x4, mention of 13+11, R+1 Summary: Sequel to Interfacing: Lost. GAIA, the
new alliance, fights its first battle in Antarctica; Duo and Zechs
begin to rebuild their relationship "Regained" Chapter 15
Sangers frowned but cleared his throat, abashed that his superior was evidently still hostile to him from his earlier advances. "I'm sorry, sir," he murmured, unable to look directly into the other's ice-blue eyes. "Requisition orders, personnel records, and... and a preliminary report on the status of our mobile suits... including the Gundams. Sir." A white eyebrow lifted at the mention of the Gundams, but Zechs took the sheaf of folders the pilot held out to him gingerly. "Thank you, Bronn," he responded smoothly, his voice like frost. Then he regarded the man for a moment thoughtfully. "Bronn, I'm in a critical conference right now and do not want to be disturbed again. I'd appreciate your... vigilance... in diverting any more interruptions." His voice softened to raw silk. "Could you please do that for your commander... Bronn?" The blood drained from Sanger's face. "Yes... sir..." he said barely above a whisper, his heart suddenly pounding. Was he forgiven? //Damn, can't screw this up!// "I'll do my best, sir!" Then he was saluting smartly before turning on a heel and retreating to the nearby reception area where he would park himself for as long as necessary, ready to keep any interlopers from bothering his commanding officer. Zechs, watching the man's back as he retreated, smirked and closed the door, locking it again. "I think we'll be left alone now," he murmured, turning back to Duo. "Mmm," Duo said. "So, I'm a critical conference? I like the sound of that, Zechs." And the boy certainly did. He liked knowing this man cared enough about their time together that he would call it "critical" and assign a senior officer to guard dog duty. "I'll be sure to give Bronn a pat on the head when I leave," he snorted. Without further delay, Zechs set aside the stack of folders on a chair, then returned to the credenza to resume his former position. "*We* are a critical conference... our relationship, my Dancer," he murmured, slipping his hands around the boy's back again. "And I need your help to move past my fears. I'm sure those papers need my attention... but I'll be a better commander and soldier for having worked through this with you now." Smiling, he bent and nuzzled Duo's face. "I love you, too, little fox... and thank you for those wonderful words of confidence. It helps. Will you... will you help me, love?" "Yes, Zechs. Of course," Duo said, nuzzling back. //He's really serious about this not being over yet. I know he doesn't like to hear me say it, so I'll keep it to myself... He's amazing!// "Just tell me how I can help." Zechs indulged for a moment in breathing in the pleasant scent of his lover, in the feel of the slender body in his arms, the warmth of the cheek against his. "I want to give you pleasure, Dancer," he breathed in Duo's ear, hands caressing the boy's lower back. "But so we don't hit any of my triggers, I'd like you to tell me what you want... you direct me. Just while I get past this little problem I have." A warm blush colored Duo's cheeks. //This has got to be a dream.// "You want me to tell you what *I* want you to do to me? Oh, man," Duo said, blinking. "That's... Wow," he added, barely able to put his enthusiasm for the idea into words. But the whole time he was nodding his agreement to this plan. "Like if I say I want you to nibble on my ear... That's what you'd do? And that would help you?" Straightening, Zechs nevertheless wouldn't meet Duo's glance, looking down to somewhere around his shoulder instead. "My panic attack comes from something deep inside me that fears that I'll take advantage of you, that I'll do something you're not fully consenting to. I think if it comes from you, I'll be able to touch you intimately without hitting that trigger. Once I am comfortable being intimate with you again, I think I'll be all right." The lack of eye contact from his lover was souring this idea in Duo's mind. "I don't know," he said, leaning back, pulling back a little. "This isn't right if you won't even look at me." He put his hand on Zechs's neck, rubbing his thumb over the tanned skin. "Won't you look at me, Zechs?" he asked, a little tremor of fear in his voice. His throat tight again, Zechs looked fully into Duo's deep blue eyes, his own a bit wide and anxious. "I... I really need you to do this for me... if I'm to get past this. Please..." "Of course, I'll do this, Zechs," Duo said, lifting his hand to the man's cheek. "I just needed to see your eyes. To know this is really okay with you." Zechs pressed his cheek into the careful touch. "It's really okay... I want you, Duo... and I don't want to wait any longer to move forward with you in bringing what we had back. I need this. Need you, Dancer." As he spoke, his voice grew more husky. The sound of that voice going deeper... more velvet... told Duo that Zechs wanted him. He swallowed, and looking into his lover's eyes said, "I want to kiss you." //No! The other way around, Maxwell. He needs to know what you want him to do,// he thought, correcting himself. "I mean... I want *you* to kiss me." Beginning to relax, Zechs nodded, holding the cobalt gaze a little longer as his mouth formed a smile, then the older man bent to kiss the younger. It was a sweet, loving, firm kiss without the deepened urgency of passion... so far. He kissed Duo for about a half a minute, then broke away gently. "Tell me what else you would like," he murmured, still in the honeyed velvet voice. //God, I'd love another kiss, but he seems to want to take things further...// "Okay," Duo said with a grin. "I love your kisses... but do you think you could nibble on my ear now?" he asked. He still didn't quite have the hang of telling Zechs what he wanted him to do. This time there was more of a curve to Zechs's mouth when he smiled. "I think so, yes," he whispered, leaning in to rub his nose against Duo's ear, then took the earlobe with his lips, suckling gently. "Is this what you had in mind?" Then, hotly, he said again, "Tell me..." "Mmmm, yes," Duo moaned at the sound of the soothing voice breathing in his ear. "Zechs... I... I want you to keep doing that, but also rub my nipples," he said with a swallow. Oh, he was getting the hang of this now. //This is incredible!// "Mmmmm," Zechs echoed, running his tongue around Duo's earlobe to tease it, then starting at his back, began to draw Duo's white t-shirt upwards. At the first contact with skin, he froze for a fraction of a second, then simply laid his hands fully against Duo's back for a moment. "There's no time limit on this... right?" he asked softly. "Take your time," Duo said, softly, half dazed from the wet warmth at his ear. Then he was reaching up, wrapping his arms around Zechs's back, caressing the man. "Maybe just leave the shirt on for now... Touch my nipples through the shirt." "No," Zechs countered quietly. "I can do this." He slowly slid his hands up Duo's sides until he could slide his thumbs over the younger man's nipples. At the contact, his breath hitched minutely, then he was rubbing gentle circles over Duo's nipples with the pads of his thumbs while he was continuing to suckle at the boy's earlobe. "Ohhh... that's... incredible," Duo said, arching into the touch as his eyes flickered closed. His nipples were getting hard, and his cock was not far behind. "Zechs, please... kiss me." Zechs, smiling, shifted from Duo's ear back to his mouth, plunging within with his tongue as soon as the boy's lips parted. He continued to rub the other's nipples as he kissed him deeply, though when he ended the kiss a minute later, his fingers stilled upon him. "Tell me..." he rasped, breathing the loving command onto Duo's lips. //There are things I want to do to him,// Duo thought, but knew this moment was for Zechs. So that Zechs could learn to feel more comfortable with him again. "My braid," Duo said, keeping his lips against his lover's. He brought his hands around to Zechs's chest and slowly began to unbutton the man's shirt. "I want you to feel my braid on your body." The corner of the man's mouth quirked up even more. "I thought we were getting me used to touching you again," he murmured, though he made no move to stop Duo from unbuttoning his shirt. "I really want to pleasure you, Dancer. That means I'm doing all the work here." "O...kay," Duo said, running a finger down the center of Zechs's chest until it stopped at his waistband. His eyes followed the movement and were now settled on the man's groin. He swallowed. "Let you do all the work, huh?" he asked, licking his lips and very much wanting to do his own work. He lifted his gaze then to those beautiful, ice blue eyes. "I'd really like you to use my braid. Touch my nipples with it and then..." he said, breathing a bit faster, "then I want you to... rub your hand..." Suddenly embarrassed, Duo let his eyes finish his thoughts and looked down to the bulge in his own pants. "... there." "One thing at a time," Zechs chuckled, then drew the t-shirt up over the boy's head and off, carefully pulling the braid free. He added the t-shirt to the pile of clothes beside Duo and drew the braid over his shoulder so that it was in front. Then he took the braid in both hands. Tenderly he examined it and drew it through his fingers down to the brushy end. "You know how much I love this," Zechs murmured, then because he knew this was still a sore memory between then, he looked down into Duo's eyes immediately just as the boy looked up, wondering. //Don't you ever cut this again,// Zechs thought... but would never say aloud. "Almost as much as I love you," he added as he took the end and brushed it across Duo's left nipple. Duo grinned sweetly, once again feeling a rush from being so loved. "And I love you, Zechs, with all my heart," he said, watching with wide eyes as Zechs continued his attentions. Duo couldn't help but notice that there was a hint of something... painful?... in his lover's gaze as he touched and looked at the long braid. He didn't want to bring up old wounds, but he was pretty sure what the man was thinking. "Please know how sorry I am," he said, remembering that solitary moment in the desert. He placed his hand over Zechs's, moving with it in the man's ministrations. "I love you touching my braid, caressing it, using it... It's yours as much as mine." "Thank you," Zechs whispered simply, and leaned in for a press of lips against Duo's cheek. "You are such a gift..." He smiled as he straightened and resumed his task. Watching his lover's expression intently, he brushed the end of the braid around first one nipple, then the other. The younger man shivered at the sensual contact and his lover's words. "You sweet talker," Duo said, as his lips curved into a little grin. He had never been called anyone's gift before, but he loved that Zechs thought of him this way. "And you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen," he said, almost reverently as he touched Zechs's face with a tender caress of fingers. Zechs had to duck his head momentarily; his physical beauty had sometimes won him unwanted attention from others. It was one good thing about wearing the mask that he'd worn for four years. But now he could allow his equally beautiful little lover enjoy his genetic favor. "Thank you," Zechs said again, closing his eyes momentarily at the loving touch to his face. "You are beautiful as well, my Dancer," he added quietly. Then he let slip the braid, replacing the silky tail with his own fingers, the calluses from gripping the controls of Tallgeese a little rough on the small buds of Duo's nipples. "Thank you, Wolf... for the compliment," Duo said, as he leaned into the touch, enjoying the coarse friction of Zechs's fingers. There could be no doubt that he and Zechs were equally attracted to each other, though they were so completely different both physically and in personality. //Or maybe that is the attraction,// Duo thought as he let his eyes drift closed to focus on the arousal that was blooming again so fully within him. "Mmm, this is... very good." //Enough compliments,// Zechs thought, aching to further things along, needing to get himself past the point at which he'd frozen earlier. He opened his eyes to see that Duo's eyes were now closed, which meant he could surprise him a little. Turning his head, he captured Duo's index finger with his lips and began to suckle on it as his fingers worked a little more insistently on the reddening nubs. Now he had both hands clasping him under the arms so that each thumb could rub on a nipple. To further entice, Zechs made a low moaning noise deep in his throat as he sucked on the finger. "Ohhh," Duo gasped, his eyes shooting open with the new stimulus. He watched avidly as Zechs sucked his finger and moaned. //Fuck, that's hot,// he thought, and then breathed out another, "Oh." He swallowed hard, feeling his erection push against his already tight jeans. "Zechs, this is... even better." Releasing the finger, Zechs gave him a seductive smile. "I thought you might like it. Now... as we were saying... you wanted me to... feel you?" Duo caught his breath at the question. "Y--yes," he said, sounding a bit dazed and giving an almost imperceptible nod. //This can't be real. I must be fantasizing,// he thought. As if to test this theory he let his hand slide down Zechs's chest, following the curve of toned body to finally curl around the man's waistband. //Nope, he feels real.// "Yes," he said with much more conviction. "I want you to feel me." And then with a hungry smile he added, "Please." "Please lean back," Zechs whispered, his hands dropping to the boy's knees. Gently he pressed at the inside of the knees, urging the slender legs wider apart. As Duo complied with widened eyes, Zechs took a deep breath, then laid long, elegant fingers against the bulge in Duo's jeans. He tensed, glancing up quickly to be sure his lover liked it. The younger man wriggled at the touch as he leaned back on his hands and then smiled. It was a reassuring smile, for himself as much as it was for Zechs. The man's hesitation... fear... was palpable. "Yesss," Duo said, letting his need be voiced, but also to give encouragement. "More, Zechs... please." Relaxing again, Zechs smiled and placed his palm more boldly against Duo's groin, sliding it along the form of the shaft to cup him a little. Though his heart was beating fast, his lover's little urgings were helping him keep calm. //He wants this, he wants me to feel him up like this... I can do it...// As he felt the familiar shape beneath his hand, Zechs emitted a sigh. //Yes, I can do this... I want this so much again...// "Hhhnnn," Duo moaned, pushing back into the hand. "Yes," he breathed, his face warming, his body warming... his heart warming. To have Zechs touch him this way again was incredible... beyond words. Finally they were truly stepping forward. //God, I want him to just take me. Throw me down and have his way with me,// he thought, but was afraid to react too boldly. //Just keep a grip on your emotions, Maxwell,// he warned himself. Zechs released a long sigh, then pressed his hand more firmly around Duo's clothed erection, squeezing gently and beginning to rub up and down the hard length. Feeling his lover's hot desire, he leaned in to kiss him deeply again as he massaged his groin. //Need this, need to get this back,// Zechs kept reminding himself, but as yet desire and this careful pace kept the panic at bay. //*We* need this...// It wasn't easy fighting this need that was building in him. With his lover's hand beginning to work him and that wonderful mouth covering his, Duo tried to contain his desire. //Got to hold back,// he thought. But the young man couldn't stop from squirming into that delicious touch, or giving a long, deep moan into that luscious mouth, or finally, wrapping his arms about Zechs's strong neck to hold the man to him. //Got to take this slowly,// he thought again, but the reminders were having little effect on his actions. Pulling off hastily, Zechs looked deep into his lover's eyes. The flush of Duo's skin and the fine sheen on his forehead told him a great deal. "Don't hold back for me, baby," the older man whispered breathily, squeezing Duo's erection some more. "Tell me you want to come... I'll make you come, love. It's okay, just hold onto me and let me do this. But... tell me, please... I need to hear you say it." As he spoke, he unsnapped the top snap of Duo's jeans, but went no farther. "Zechs, I need you so bad," Duo said, panting. His body was tingling with the seductive and freeing words of his lover. "I won't hold back now," he said and pulled Zechs to him for a quick hard kiss. "Touch me, stroke me, suck me. I want all of you, Zechs." Then Duo slid his hands forward to cup the man's face, locking eyes--cobalt and ice. "Please, Wolf," he said, with a deep craving in his voice. "I want to come in your mouth." Zechs groaned, the words "suck me" and "come in your mouth" sending a hot jolt to his groin. Holding Duo's avid gaze with his, he finished opening up Duo's jeans and freeing the hardness within. Then with a sound issuing from his throat that was halfway between a growl and a sob, Zechs broke the gaze suddenly and bent to take Duo's cock into his mouth, fixed on the words of his lover, concentrating on the very real fact that Duo desired this, that he was doing utterly nothing that Duo didn't crave and ache for. With a gasp, Zechs circled his lover's hips with his arms and sucked on his cock in earnest, gladly letting go of his fears and reluctance, letting the Wolf free at last. "Oh, fuck, yes!" Duo shouted, tossing his head back as his cock was engulfed in the sweet, moist heat of his lover's mouth. "Yes, Wolf... so good," he moaned, and threaded his fingers into the long platinum hair falling about Zechs's back and shoulders, hanging onto his lover in this incredible moment of renewal. "Oh, Wolf, that's it... Need you..." //Dancer needs what only I can give him,// the Wolf thought, and abruptly hoisted Duo's legs up so that they were over his broad shoulders, pushing Duo down at an angle so he was nearly laying on the credenza, Zechs supporting his bottom as he sucked his lover off. It was as if "Wolf" had indeed surged strongly to the fore, suppressing the aspects of himself that had been damaged by the horrible misunderstanding. Wolf was the lover, the strong nurturing man who could never hurt his sweet Dancer; Lightning Count was the accused soldier, his deep sense of pride and honor stung; Zechs was just a man trying to find his way through life... and who couldn't bear the thought of harming anyone in the way in which he'd been accused... and then there was Milliardo, the lost prince... who was still lost. Lovingly and without fear now, Wolf gave of his heat and his skill to his beloved Dancer, using mouth and throat to bring his love to a needed climax, supporting him in the cradle of his arms. //My life, my love,// he thought, feeling for the first time since that disastrous morning in Cairo that it really was possible to regain what had been lost, the wondrous magic Zechs and Duo, Wolf and Dancer, had found together. The possessive shift of body - legs flung over shoulders and buttocks cradled -made Duo cry out in joyful passion. His heart was so full, his body so alive with the knowledge that his Wolf had returned. That he and Zechs were again truly lovers. "Love... you," Duo managed to say, even as he was moaning loudly, head tilted far back, and thrusting eagerly into his lover's mouth. "Zechs... yesss... ohhh... nnnn..." And then it was happening. That bright spark, that flame of release was bursting inside him. Springing from his groin and filling his entire being with the love he felt for this man. "Yes, Wolf! Ohhhh!!!" Dancer cried out, as he spilled his hot seed into his lover's mouth. //It *was* a misunderstanding, all of it,// Zechs thought in triumph as he drained his little lover's cock. //I never hurt him, never intended him harm!// But even as he stroked and petted his Duo as he came down, and gathered him up close in his arms to kiss him, the thought came to Zechs's mind that having intercourse was still going to be another matter. //Maybe we can get by without it for a while,// he mused, then the Wolf in him blew away this last, niggling worry in lieu of the joy he felt in having pleasured his Dancer. //I did it!// Focusing on the happiness he felt, Zechs relaxed into the kiss, hoping his beloved Duo could feel his relief and love. That kiss was like fire, consuming and dissolving the younger man into the older. He held tight to his lover as they kissed and kissed and kissed. //Love you, love you, love you,// Duo chanted in his mind as he and Zechs held onto each other. When they finally broke apart, both gasping for air, Duo was still trembling from his orgasm. "I love you... Zechs," he said between breaths, laying his forehead on the other man's chest to steady himself. "And now... it's your turn," he said, looking down at his Wolf's considerable erection. "I want to do the same... for you." Zechs tipped up Duo's chin to meet his gaze. "No, love, this is enough for now..." He smiled to take away the sting of refusal. "This was a lot, actually! I think I'd rather reserve that for tonight. I'd like to have a little time alone with you this evening before bedtime." And before he could go further or Duo could protest, his computer beeped rather insistently. Zechs sighed and caressed his little love's face. "I'm afraid I really need to get down to managing this base right now, it looks like. There is a great deal that needs to be done before we go into battle tomorrow." Duo didn't mean to frown, but he did. He was disappointed. The last few days had been such a trial and now he just wanted his Zechs back completely. Wanting desperately to express his love by pleasuring him, too. "I understand," he said finally, a bit sadly, looking to the beeping computer and then back to Zechs. "Duty calls, and you are the base commander." "Thanks for understanding," Zechs murmured, kissing him on the cheek, though he was aware from the boy's expression that he didn't understand at all. //I'll make it up to him tonight,// he thought, straightening. Duo forced himself to brighten a little, truly understanding that preparations needed to be made for battle and also knowing they would have time later. But it still didn't seem right. //He just doesn't want me to really love him yet,// he thought with some despair. "But what about your...?" he asked, dropping his gaze to the man's bulge. Zechs gave him a smirk. "Thanks for your concern, Dancer, but I'll manage." He leaned in a last time to his ear. "Tonight..." he whispered in a sultry tone, then added a last kiss to Duo's cheek before moving away to respond to the beeping, hastily rebuttoning his shirt. In a moment, he felt he was presentable and sat down behind the desk. "Merquise, here," he replied as he opened the transmission awaiting him. It was Meiser on the screen, looking frustrated. "Meiser, what's going on?" The man looked flustered, seeing his commander apparently wearing a... shirt? The casual manner was confusing. How was Zechs going to maintain discipline? What about his uniform? "Ah, sir, I need to consult with you about repairs to Tallgeese... and I can't find that young pilot of the new one that came in -he'd wanted to be rearmed, I think." //Trowa... I'll bet he's with Quatre,// Duo thought with a smirk. //And hopefully Quatre's getting those hickeys he's been wanting.// With that thought he let out a little snort, happy that his friend finally had his boyfriend back. Zechs frowned. //And so we go back to our business of war now, it seems,// he thought, resigned. "Trowa Barton is his name, and his Gundam is the 03, named Heavyarms. If you think it should be rearmed, then do it, Meiser. And you want to know about the left arm of Tallgeese, I assume." "Er... yes, sir." "There's no need now to leave it as it was. I must be ready for battle in the morning. Go ahead and restore the left arm, Meiser." "Yes, sir!" After the transmission, Zechs came back to the credenza to retrieve the rest of his clothes. "We're going to be very busy, love," he murmured in a gentle voice. "I'm sorry for that... but I promise to make time for you if you'll do the same." He dressed quickly and efficiently, restoring his new "uniform." While Zechs had been talking to Meiser, Duo had righted himself. He'd hopped off the credenza, zipped himself back up and put his t-shirt and jacket back on. Now leaning against the credenza, he leisurely watched as Zechs finished dressing, and listened as the man spoke in low tones about spending more time together. "Zechs," Duo said with a smile, and crossing his arms over his chest. "I always have time for you." //And if it came right down to it, I think I'd give up my involvement in this war just to be with you.// "That's my Dancer," Zechs murmured, bending to give Duo a quick kiss on the lips. Then he winked at him and glanced down to check out the former "bulge". "I seem to be fine now," he teased. "But I'm certain to have that problem again once I'm alone with you. Tonight." He straightened and winked. "Later, love," he added. "Oh, and if you want to check out Tallgeese... be my guest." "I just might take you up on that," Duo said, grinning. At least the incident over the Tallgeese in the hangar in Cairo seemed to be forgotten. "Right now I think I'll check on Deathscythe and investigate the base a little more closely. But don't worry," he said with a wink. "I've got your name on my dance card for tonight." Then, before turning to go, he reached his hand up and lightly touched Zechs's face. "Love you, Wolf." Zechs smiled as he unlocked the door and proceeded out. "Love you, Dancer."
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