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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 17
They were in his bed, naked and still a bit shaky from the recent orgasms they'd shared, the first between them since the first shy kiss they'd shared soon after their first meeting. Then the two boys had been more tentative, their mutual attraction expressed only in sweet kisses and a bit of cuddling. But finding each other here on this frozen continent... somehow they were different. Ready to begin to learn how to love one another. He'd thought about Quatre a lot, naturally, but over the last month and a half, it seemed that his waking attentions had been absorbed by one Heero Yuy. Sensing in the other boy a reticence and seriousness that matched his own, Trowa had actively emulated the pilot of Wing Gundam... until today when his precious Quatre looked at him so trustingly and cast nothing but adoration his way. Then Trowa couldn't wait to adore him back. Quatre had been eager, too, and surprised him with wanting to get naked. They'd laughed and giggled, both being nervous and excited all at once. Trowa was certain he'd never had giggled in his entire life. A tiny sound escaped his little lover. "Kitten, are you all right?" Trowa asked, suddenly concerned. He brushed the silky blond bangs away from the boy's eyes. "Oh, yes. Better than all right, Tiger," Quatre said, looking up into his lover's emerald eyes. How those eyes inspired him. How they had drawn him to this shy, quiet boy. "This was incredible. Even better than my fantasies," he said, blushing from the admission, and running his hand over the smooth chest next to him. He licked his lips then, delighting in the tingling there, and the reason for it. The memory put a sated grin on his face and seasoned his remaining arousal with a dash of pride. And the little Arab certainly had good reason to be proud. For his first blow job he'd done quite well... based on Trowa's reaction. Trowa peered closely at his smiling treasure from under the long, russet bangs. "Let me guess... either you've done that before... which I wouldn't have thought you had... or you've seen it being done, or..." He had to wink at Quatre. "Or I'm better than I think I am as you've learned how just from watching me!" He had a fingertip raised, tracing the lines of Quatre's face. The blond boy giggled. "Well, you certainly were my inspiration, Tro. But I have to admit I've spied on the Maguanac soldiers once or twice... I hope that doesn't change your opinion of me," he said, raising himself up onto one elbow to look more fully at his lover. "But really, how could I resist?" he asked, and winked. The smile came more easily this time. "No, actually I'm relieved," Trowa admitted. "I didn't know what sexual experience or even knowledge you had, particularly about being with another boy. I don't know that I'd make a good teacher. It was a relief to just enjoy you like that, kitten." He kissed his lover's temple, happy. "And then to let you enjoy me in the same way." "And did I ever enjoy you," Quatre said with a smile and bright eyes. He laid himself over Trowa's chest and scooted up until he could reach the boy's lips, playfully brushing his own across them. "I've never been with another boy before," he said, gazing lovingly at Trowa, almost going cross-eyed from being so close to his face. "I've never been naked with a boy before... Never stroked one or licked one or sucked one before you, Tiger." //Oh, I'm getting hard again,// he thought, and squirmed a little on top of the longer body beneath him. "I never wanted anyone like I want you." //Oh, shit, how can he even say those things?// Trowa wondered as he gasped from Quatre's eager wigglings on top of his body. //Never been... but, oh, he learns fast! Reminder to No-name - never underestimate even sweet, cute, blond Gundam pilots...// He reached up and pulled Quatre down into a kiss to stop the wanton exclamations. //Don't have time for more right now! They're going to need me to help rearm HeavyArms.// But thoughts of duty faded yet again as his sweet kitten melted against his body. Trowa rolled them over to their sides, still kissing, and collected Quatre up close against him. When he at last broke the kiss, breathing hard, he muttered, "Kitten, I need to ask you more about... about Zechs and Duo." "Oh, the love birds. Yeah, isn't love grand?" Quatre asked, nuzzling Trowa's chest. The young Arabian had never seen two people take to each other as quickly and fiercely as Zechs and Duo had. //Even when Duo thought Zechs had betrayed him, I could still sense his deep love for the man.// "They're in love?" The shock hit Trowa hard and he froze, gaping at his lover. People didn't fall in love during wars, especially soldiers, though what was what he had with Quatre if not love? //Shit, I've done it myself... but Duo and that, that...// "But how did that happen? Was Zechs still with OZ? Duo wasn't..." All sorts of nasty scenarios entered his mind. Trowa didn't like to think of any Gundam pilot abused in any way by a captor. Quatre had told him the specific facts that proved that Zechs Merquise had defected from OZ, but nothing about how Duo Maxwell met the man in the first place. //For all I know... Duo could have been the guy's prisoner and raped. It happens that victims can actually begin to sympathize with their captors, even think they love them...// "Oh, sorry. It's such old news to me..." Quatre said apologetically. "I guess I'd better explain... See, Duo and Zechs met anonymously on the GlobalNet while Duo was staying with me in Arabia. After they met in person, they fell in love... and then I went and ruined it all..." he said with a frown. "But they've worked through all that now and are back together." Trowa relaxed minutely. "Anonymously? You mean they didn't know who each other were?" //Duo must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven, finding a big stud like that...// "No, not at all. But Zechs did tell Duo he was a soldier... and well, knowing Duo the way I do, I can see why he didn't ask too much about that," Quatre said with a little snort. //I think he must've suspected though...// "And then I had to go and have Duo followed... and when I found out that Zechs was OZ's ace pilot I just had to tell Duo." He looked up at his lover then, with wide, sorrowful eyes. "Oh, Trowa, if only I'd waited a couple more hours. Zechs was about to tell Duo everything and I... I ruined it all." It suddenly seemed critical to be sure that Duo and Quatre weren't being toyed with, weren't being fooled by OZ yet again. //I'll kill Zechs myself if he's false with us, though I imagine Duo will want that privilege...// Then he had a jarring thought. //I bet Duo nearly did kill Zechs when he found out. Oh, shit... no, I don't want to know...// Instinctively, Trowa stroked his kitten's face to soothe him. "Sounds like things went pretty bad there... but they're okay now? And... you're really sure about Zechs? He's totally left OZ?" "They're okay... and I'm convinced Zechs has left OZ. Everything he told me in the interrogation checked out," Quatre said, pressing his face into the warm hand. "I've been putting so much energy into getting those two back together that I kind of forgot about myself," he said with a sigh. //But I think they might have inspired me take things further with Trowa.// "It's really helped to have you here... just to be in your arms again." Trowa pulled Quatre in tighter, nestling the boy's head against his throat while he filled his hand with the soft, blond hair. "It's good to be here, Quatre," he whispered quietly. "You know, I need to get up soon and go see what they're doing to my Gundam... but if you don't mind, I'd like to talk a bit more first." "Sure, Trowa," Quatre said, nuzzling in closer. "We can talk a little more... and then I think I need to check on my Gundam, too." Trowa pressed a kiss to the softness below his chin. //You're really going to fight OZ with them tomorrow, aren't you?// But he didn't ask that aloud, knowing the answer. "Tell me what Zechs is like, kitten. What kind of man he is." Quatre pulled back a little from the embrace to look at his lover. "He worries you," he said, feeling the apprehension and also seeing it in the emerald eyes. "I understand. Zechs would be a formidable enemy." He ran his hand over the other boy's chest, enjoying these last minutes of intimacy. "I can tell you from my own experience that Zechs is a true gentleman. He has a good and kind heart." The boy's hand drifted down... caressing his lover's hip and flank. "And there's something else you should know about Zechs Merquise," Quatre said, still looking at Trowa. "He is the heir to the Sank Kingdom. He is a Peacecraft... the son of martyred pacifists." An eyebrow was raised at this last piece of information. "Not much of a pacifist, to listen to Heero. He told me Zechs was the best pilot he's ever seen, and that his big white mobile suit is faster than any Gundam. What's a pacifist prince doing fighting, anyway?" Trowa sighed at the gentle caresses. "A prince..." He trailed off, trying not to think about wily, treacherous aristocrats. //How well does Zechs know Treize Khushrenada?// "So he has deep roots here on the Earth. Why would he help rebels from the colonies?" "Tiger, listen," Quatre sighed, finding it hard to climb that wall Trowa had constructed against Zechs. "I don't think we can truly know what he's been through. He lost his family to the Alliance and I think that's what made him fight with OZ... to be in a position to take revenge against the man who killed his parents." He put his hand to Trowa's face and looked deep into his eyes. "I can't answer all your questions... and I certainly can't make you trust him... So, maybe you should ask him these questions yourself?" Trowa took the hand touching his cheek and kissed the palm tenderly. //I should trust Quatre better than that... he's not a weak person and he hasn't come to this decision lightly. Clearly Zechs hated the Alliance. That should be good enough.// He glanced back up to the beautiful aquamarine eyes watching him so avidly. "Kitten... you're right. I should ask him. But more important..." He paused. //So hard to just trust... even my kitten...// "You trust him. That should be enough for me." A smile appeared on the blond's face. //I know it's not easy for him to trust. But he's really trying.// "Trowa, thank you," Quatre said as he ran his fingers through the short russet hair, admiring its color and softness. Then he looked back into the boy's eyes. "Will you join us? Will you fight with GAIA?" "It may come to that," Trowa replied. "That's all I can say right now. I've already fought OZ down here." He turned his head so the long bangs hid his eyes. "I don't know yet, kitten. I'm sorry." He ducked his head down to tuck his face into the crook of Quatre's neck. //Who's being weak now?// he thought derisively of himself. //It's not easy for him to go against me...// Quatre thought, sensing Trowa's growing feelings for him and how those feelings were complicating things for the other boy. "I'm sure you'll make the right decision," he said softly, petting his lover's arm. "Just promise me, Tro, that whatever you decide it will be your decision and no one else's." Trowa nodded. "I promise." He drew in a deep breath and pulled slowly and reluctantly out of Quatre's arms. "I really should go check on HeavyArms." "I'll go with you. I'd like to see Sandrock, too," Quatre said. Before Trowa pulled completely out of his arms he leaned in and brushed his lips across the other boy's. "Thank you, Tro for this beautiful time together," he said in a near whisper, and then silently added, //I love you.// A ghost of a smile crossed Trowa's mouth without completely taking hold. "Thank you, too," the other boy murmured, before getting out of bed to dress. Somehow Duo had ended up at the opposite end of the table from Zechs at dinner. But he endured. He sent heated gazes the man's way and licked his lips when he thought no one was looking. They had a date that evening and Duo was more than ready for his turn at pleasuring his lover. After the meal, Zechs discreetly asked him to come to his room at seven o'clock. "I need to check on a few things in the control tower," he'd said to the younger man. Duo used the extra time to shower, wash his hair, re-braid it, and change. He pulled on a pair of black jeans and a form-fitting, high-necked t-shirt before putting on black boots and slipping out of his room. He practically jogged down the hall to his lover's room. Luckily, there was no one about. Knocking on the door sent his pulse racing. This was an invitation to love. And though there were still restrictions, or at least one major restriction on their activities, Duo was ready to remind Zechs just how much he loved him. Zechs, still wearing the gray pants and salmon-colored shirt though that was at least open, was practically pacing. Uppermost in his mind was the thought that in the morning he would be fighting OZ in Tallgeese for the first time. The realization was sobering and unnerving. Moreover, he felt so changed since Duo came into his life. Could the Lightning Count truly fight again? He paused at the knock and went to the door. Throwing it open, he beheld his lover, the lithe, compact body packed into tight black jeans and a form-fitting T. "Damn, you look good," he murmured, leaving the door open before he turned away to walk back across the floor. "Thanks, I was hoping you'd say that," Duo said, and then watched, a little confused, as Zechs turned and headed back into the room. //Gee, no kiss?// The younger man stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Zechs's room was exactly like his... well, not exactly. Zechs's was definitely more orderly. "Been a long day for ya'?" he asked, seeing the tension in the other man's posture. "You didn't say much at dinner... other than work-related stuff." Zechs shrugged, half his mind still preoccupied with tomorrow. He stopped his pacing, still facing away, hands on his hips. "Our first battle is tomorrow. Guess it's been on my mind. It will be my first against OZ." "Oh, is that what's bothering you?" Duo asked, studying the man's back. Zechs was still wearing the same clothes he had on all day, and had made only the slightest of efforts toward comfort by taking off his sweater and cravat, and unbuttoning his shirt. //He seriously needs to relax.// "Does it bother you that you'll be fighting your former comrades?" "It shouldn't," Zechs replied, then ran a hand through his long hair. "Acht's rag-tag fleet is comprised chiefly of Alliance leftovers who are trying to curry favor with Romefeller by dragging down the honor of one of OZ's elite. They're no comrades of mine, never were." He snorted derisively. "There were commanders in the Alliance who took perverse delight in making my life difficult. Needless to say, I reciprocated when I could. It was a marriage made in hell, the Alliance military and the OZ Specials. No, finding me will make some of them cackle in glee. I'm not worried about them." "Then what's up?" Duo asked, taking a couple steps forward, still looking at the man's back. "I've fought OZ and kicked their ass... I'm sure you'll do the same." //Damn it anyway... We should be in a lip lock by now.// Zechs turned around, his hands still on his hips, and leaned his weight back on one foot, regarding his companion. "Nothing's up, I guess. I suppose I'm just trying to prepare mentally to go in and mop this up swiftly. They must not have a chance to report to Romefeller what the complement of this base is. Treize has promised to assist in that containment on his end, but you've seen that I'm still wary of him." Something in Duo's expression brought Zechs back to himself a bit more. His posture relaxed minutely. "I'm sorry, Duo, I didn't invite you here to talk about work. It's just that..." He shook his head, not knowing how to say it. //Maybe I'm regretting having to return to being a soldier after having a wonderful opportunity being a lover...// The younger man cocked his head. "Just what?" Duo asked, stepping closer, and placing his hand on top of Zechs's at the man's hip. "Hey, if you're not in the mood just say so," he said, rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of the larger hand. "I'm a big boy... I can handle it." //Well, not really... but I can pretend to handle it.// Bewildered, Zechs stared at him for a moment, then snared the hand teasing his. He pulled Duo against his body abruptly. "You don't get it, little one," he murmured, his voice dropping dramatically lower. "You feel how tense I am?" His crystalline blue eyes were glittering with need. The sudden move left Duo a little breathless, but with a new understanding. There was hunger, need in Zechs's body. As he stared with wide, blue eyes up at the man, Duo had the distinct impression he could be devoured at any moment. "Y...you want me to help with that tension, Wolf?" he asked with a knowing grin. "It would be much appreciated," Zechs replied, his eyes narrowing. "It would greatly help the Lightning Count to be cool and focused on the morrow. If you're up to the challenge..." He trailed off; there was a hint of amusement in the corner of his mouth which bore a slight curve. //I do need him bad; this has got my whole body buzzing... actually, leaving him earlier was harder than I thought...// "Mmm... a challenge?" Duo asked, nuzzling the unbuttoned silk shirt aside until he found a rose nipple to lick. After a few long licks he gazed back up at his lover and ran his hands under the man's shirt and up his sides. "The pilot of Gundam Deathscythe gladly accepts your challenge, Lightning Count," he said with a wanton grin, and then latched his mouth onto the nipple again, suckling it. Zechs sucked his breath in sharply, filtering his fingers into the other's chestnut hair to hold the boy's head while he attended to his task. "You make that sound like a duel!" the older man gasped. "But I have utterly no intention of fighting *this*!" //Hell, no, not when I need it, him, this much!// "Mmmm, yes," Duo moaned as he continued licking and sucking the nipple. //That's it... Let me love you.// Eagerly, he pushed Zechs back, directing him towards the big bed. There, he pulled off the hard nub, licking all around it, and rubbing it with his cheek like a cat. "Please, Zechs," he said, breathing fast and painfully aware of his own arousal. "Lie down for me." "Mmmm," Zechs made a pleased noise, then shrugged off the shirt the rest of the way, leaving it on the end of the bed. "So, let me guess, you're figuring it's your turn? I wouldn't take time earlier for you to reciprocate so..." //And I need it so bad...// He toed off his shoes and sat down on the bed, then rolled onto it fully in the middle, drawing his arms up above his head to fold them under his neck. "There... I'm all yours." "And it's about time," Duo chuckled, pulling off his ankle boots. "I spent the entire day thinking about you." //Oh, man did I ever think about you.// He got up on the bed on all fours, crawling up the long body as his large, blue eyes roamed hungrily over the man. //God, I hope he wants me as bad as I want him.// Finally, he was over his lover, hands and knees on either side of the man, and his braid falling forward to brush at the bare, muscled chest beneath him. "Zechs," Duo breathed with a smile, and feeling intensely aroused, he echoed the man's words from that morning, "Tell me..." "Mmmm, kiss me," Zechs murmured, sighing at the brush of the beloved braid. "Use your braid on me... relax me..." //I think I like this game. I know I like giving him orders...// "My pleasure," Duo said seductively, leaning down and taking Zechs's mouth in a deep, exploring kiss. //I could never live without this... him.// When he pulled back, giving several more quick kisses to those cherished lips, he took his braid in hand and began brushing it over the man's chest. "Your friend Noin talked to me today," he said, while drawing figure eights, and "x's" and "o's" to symbolize his love. "Oh?" Zechs sighed, arching his back and moving a little, enjoying the silky feel of the braid. "Ohhh, that's very nice, little fox..." "I think she was checking to be sure that I really love you." The younger man slid down then until he was straddling thighs and bent again to lick circles around each nipple. "Ahhhh, um, she would," Zechs gasped, pressing up a little against Duo with his hips, the licking making him hard, his arousal mounting. "Ohhh, your tongue..." Between licks Duo looked up into the handsome face. "She cares for you very much," he said, and then took one hard nipple into his mouth and sucked it mercilessly. Zechs nearly bucked Duo off him. "Oh, God, Duo...!" //Why the hell is he telling me about Noin?// "Ah, uh, she's a good friend... um, the other one, please?" //Good, this is driving him wild,// Duo thought with a smile and then ran his tongue across the broad chest to the other nipple while his hands went up the man's sides. "I must have passed her test," he said, as he licked the hard peak. "Because she invited me to go out on reconnaissance with her." Then he sucked the nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. "Ohhhh... yeah, suck me," Zechs whispered harshly. He wanted to grab Duo's head to hold it in place, but he'd decided to let Duo take charge this once. "Er, that's fine, glad she approves." //Not that I'm able to give a shit this very moment... just need his mouth on me badly...// With a deep breath, Duo pulled off the nub and then slid back up to once again straddle Zechs's hips. The man's hardness was now deliciously between his cheeks. "Oh, Wolf... I can feel you want me," he said, grinding his ass into him. "But I have one more stop before I suck you off," he said with a wink. Bending over his love, he brushed his lips against the other man's. "I fantasized about you today," he said, moving his lips to suckle at the long, elegant neck as he continued to slowly hump the solid bulge beneath him. "I pictured everything I'm doing to you now, love." //And you talk too damn much...// Zechs moaned, as much in frustration as in desire. Normally he loved Duo's chatter, but right now, he wanted that boy's *mouth* doing other things to him. Moreover, the slow humping at his groin made him itch to pounce Duo, flip him over onto his back, and ravish him. In the back of his mind, he told himself, //Easy, calm down... this isn't like you to be so impatient...// But all of the forefront was reminding him that he hadn't as much as jerked off in nearly two days, not since his last panic attack. //And besides, I shouldn't be giving him *orders* anyway...// Duo was tempted to give Zechs a hickey. Actually mark the man and make a visible claim to him. //Somehow I don't think he'd appreciate that,// he thought and stopped his suckling before his efforts made a semi-permanent red mark. "Wolf," he said in the man's ear, licking around it. "Are you ready? Do you want me? I want you... I want to taste every sweet inch of you." Zechs groaned, unfolding his arms and clasping Duo's face in his hands. Then he pulled him down to claim his mouth in a long, deep kiss. When their lips parted, he murmured throatily, breathing hard, "I want you... to swallow me. Need it bad, little fox. Need you so much..." He thrust upward gently once, twice. "Please..."
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