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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"
Having "unwrapped" his present... which only meant that Zechs had Duo's jeans down around his thighs... at last the "present" itself was freed, Duo's weeping and needy erection. Zechs fought the urge to take it to the root immediately - he knew that would make Duo shriek, which was fun in itself - but he wanted to take his time, just like with the kissing. Instead he lay the slender but amply hard cock in his hand and began to lay kisses and little licks about its length. Duo had only gotten as far as unzipping Zechs's gray slacks and pushing his sweater and shirt out of the way when Zechs had begun to play havoc with his body again. The distraction was too much and Duo moaned his pleasure out loud, "Oh... oh, yeah." His hands stopped on his lover's hips, needing several breaths to regain his focus before tugging on Zechs's pants again. Thankfully, Zechs had the presence of mind to lift off the bed enough to allow Duo to slip his pants from his narrow hips. He obviously could do more than one thing at a time... something Duo needed to practice. [Something about doing this still with clothes on is terribly erotic and hot,] Zechs thought, pausing in his slow attentions to allow Duo to pull his own pants down. [I didn't realize...] And then he remembered what he'd also forgotten, that he and Duo hadn't been completely naked with each other since That Day either. [One thing at a time... and this release is sorely needed while the other things take their sweet time to fall back into place between us...] At last Duo had the access he desired. Zechs's pants were down around his thighs and his cock strained in a needy arch... inches from Duo's face. The boy licked his lips, admiring the prize before him with wide, hungry eyes as his own cock throbbed between his legs from his lover's attentions. [Need him...] he thought, feeling afire from the licks and kisses along his hardness. He was eager... too eager to go slowly... and so he sucked the crown of Zechs's cock into his mouth. "D...Duo," Zechs groaned against his lover's cock. The sudden engulfing of the head of his own member sent a surge of lust thrumming through him. [He needs this that badly... as do I...] He responded by giving the underside of Duo's cock a hard suck, then taking the head into his mouth, copying his lover's action. By now they were on their sides; Zechs had one arm under Duo's legs and ass, the other holding him by the hip. "God!" the boy exclaimed, though the word was muffled by his lover's cock in his mouth. [Oh, I want him to take all of me... swallow me.] He grabbed Zechs's thigh tightly with one hand while the other hand slid under the man's legs to keep his body close. There was such a rush from this mutual pleasuring that it made Duo's head spin. [Glad I'm lying down!] he thought, as he closed his eyes to try to calm himself. Getting reacquainted with Zechs seemed to heighten the boy's senses... or was it just that he was so damn desperate to be completely back with Zechs again? [I just need him... badly.] And with that thought he took in more of his lover... sucking in another two inches and swirling his tongue under the head. [That's it,] Zechs thought, groaning around the head of Duo's cock in his mouth. [More, need more,] he added, needing more of what Duo was doing as well as more of what he was now avidly sucking on. More slipped in, then he gave into his first impulse, taking Duo to the root before starting to work on him in earnest with practiced throat muscles and tongue. [More!] Now Duo was really in trouble. His concentration was shot the moment that incredible mouth and throat surrounded and began working on his erection. [Fuck, this is good!] he thought, trying with all his might to continue pleasuring his lover. He'd had the same problem in Cairo, where he'd been taught this wonderful lesson. Once Zechs had started working him - so expertly – Duo had stopped sucking Zechs. [He was so patient with me then. But I want him to enjoy this, too... I want to give him just as much pleasure.] Determinedly, Duo took more of the cock into his mouth, still not experienced enough to take it all the way. He held it at its base with one hand and began moving it in and out of his mouth. [It's so intense like this!] Zechs realized, wondering when Duo faltered. [To hold on and keep pleasuring one's lover while you yourself are being flooded with sensation...] He remembered all too well when he and Duo had done this the first time, on their second night in Cairo. It had been all Duo could do to make himself attend to Zechs while his lover was working on him like this, making him want to scream and groan. Zechs had held Duo close for a long time afterward until the boy stopped shaking and calmed. They'd spoken very little before and after, words failing them both. When Duo resumed working Zechs's cock in and out of his mouth, Zechs was very relieved. [He's really going to do it with me this time, in control,] he thought, deeply pleased at his lover's efforts. [Oh, Duo, you beautiful little man...] Trowa could feel the beginnings of his lover's explosion in his body, thrilling at the tell-tale signs of impending orgasm. Quatre's cock was rock-hard in his mouth and throat, the pre-cum sharp and tangy, and the boy's balls had pulled up tight. Moreover, Quatre was already trembling in his legs and the hands that grasped so desperately to his shoulder and hair. [He's incredible,] Trowa thought, amazed. [I can't wait to fuck him...] "Tiger," Quatre said, taking deep, shaky breaths. He was happily surprised at Trowa's expertise in this... the boy obviously had experience with blow jobs. [Oh, Trowa, thank you for coming back into my life...] Then, it hit him, his orgasm was on him like a lightning strike. His toes curled and his fingers dug into his lover's shoulders. "Oh! Trowa!" he shouted as he came in his lover's mouth. Holding the blond's hips tightly, Trowa took everything Quatre gave, expertly finishing him off, though he felt an aching in his heart that was not part of his previous experience. That had been casual, watching the occasional sucking off being done between members of his mercenary corps who didn't think twice about a young boy being present, or, later, casual shared times with other mobile suit mechanics when work got slow. All matter-of-fact, seeing to a shared physical need, no more. All just oral sex or sometimes by hand, never more, never serious, never anything to give pause over. The difference with a lover was tremendous. Quatre swiped the sweaty blond hair from his brow with a shaky hand as the last of his orgasm shuddered through his slender body. "Oh," he said, panting, trying to catch his breath. "Oh... oh," he said again, the word becoming a chant of disbelief for the pleasure he had just experienced. This climax had been much more powerful than the ones the night before... testimony to the fact that he was falling more in love with his Trowa everyday. He pulled on his lover's shoulders, beckoning him closer... needing him in his arms. "Please, Tro, I want to hold you." Without a word, Trowa shifted back higher on the bed, then rolled to his side, pulling Quatre into his arms so that he could lay his head on his shoulder. "Got you, kitten," he murmured, kissing the damp brow while Quatre's shudders calmed. "Mmm, thank you... You're wonderful," Quatre said, as he cuddled into the long body next to him. It felt so good to be in Trowa's arms... as lovers... but as something more as well. Their love for each other had been obvious to Quatre from the start, but this sense of strength and security was something new and it delighted him. [The Maguanacs have legends of warrior lovers who were stronger on the battlefield for their love... We could be like that.] "You shouldn't worry," he said, softly, caressing his lover's broad chest. "We're stronger when we're together. I can feel it." "Yeah?" Trowa murmured, petting his kitten's hair. "You can feel that?" [Huh, he really does love me... and if we're stronger being together. Huh. Something new to think about...] Quatre's sixth sense was still a mystery to him. Trowa wasn't too sure yet he could believe in it. [It's good to be together now... while we can,] was all he would allow himself to contemplate. "Sure I can feel it," Quatre said brightly, trying to convince his skeptical lover. [Poor Trowa doesn't trust his feelings... or mine? But I know he's trying.] Then Quatre got the idea of telling him the Maguanacs' legend. [Maybe it will help him to see what we can accomplish together.] "I think we're like Ishmael and Beijek," he said, looking up and seeing the question form on Trowa's face. "They were warrior lovers many centuries ago. The Maguanacs told me the story of their love... how those warriors were made stronger on the battlefield because of the love they shared." He suspected that Trowa thought he was making this up, and so he laughed. "I know this doesn't sound real... but it is a legend that's been told for many generations. Ishmael was the son of a wealthy merchant and Beijek the son of a sheepherder. Their lives were pre-determined by birth... their paths chosen... and they would've never met if it hadn't been for the invading armies of the east. The two young men met while preparing for battle and fell in love. They became lovers and comrades-in-arms and fought many battles together; helping to push back the invaders. No one ever defeated them or came between them... not even after the war." Trowa responded first by holding Quatre tighter, hiding his face in the silky blond hair. "A beautiful story," he said after a very long pause. [And utterly unrealistic.] He paused again then whispered, "Love you, kitten." [There are too many things that can go wrong. I don't want to think about it. I'll just love him here... concentrating on the moment. That's all I can do.] "I love you, too, Trowa," Quatre said sweetly, once again feeling the mix of emotions from his lover. [Sometimes I wish I wasn't empathic... I just want to love him *now* and not have to worry about the future.] He kissed the boy's chest and then rubbed his cheek on it. "I want to spend tonight showing you how very much I do love you, Tro. Let me...." [Enough talk,] Trowa thought, then stopped his lover's sentence by suddenly pulling him up into a kiss. [What we need is the connection. I need to be inside him...] He held his lover tightly despite the stiffening of surprise until the little Arabian melted against his body completely. [That's my Quatre...] Trowa kept up kissing him deeply while sliding a hand down to caress the other boy's sweet little ass. [Oh, yeah...] The sudden, deep kiss sent heat coursing through Quatre's body. [Wow!] he thought, loving how Trowa had once again taken control. [I love how eager he is for me... how much he wants me.] The boy pressed his ass wantonly into his lover's touch. "Yes!" Breathing deeply from the long kiss, Trowa nuzzled his little lover as he kneaded the mound in his hand. "You know I want you, kitten. Want to take you, show you." He kissed the other's shoulder, then looked into the wide, aquamarine orbs again. "I'm not a man for a lot of words, Quatre. This is the best I can do." As he spoke, he reached for the tube of lubricant and squeezed a little of the clear gel onto his finger. "Yeah, you're the strong, silent type," Quatre said with a smile. Trowa's quiet nature had been fairly easily accepted by Quatre, and only occasionally frustrated him when he wanted to get closer to the other boy, learn more about him, and share as much as they could. But words were not important tonight. This night was for doing and not saying.... "You don't need to say anything tonight. Just do what you feel." "I can handle that," Trowa murmured against Quatre's neck as he slid a slickened finger through the boy's crack to his opening, beginning to soothe him by rubbing against it lightly. When the body in his arms relaxed a bit more, he slipped the finger in through the double ring of muscles. Silently he communicated his caring by stretching him carefully, taking his time while Quatre melted even further in his embrace. "Yes," Quatre said in a near whisper as his eyes fell shut and he focused on the gentle slide of finger inside him. [He's so careful,] he thought contentedly. Quatre loved this shared intimacy and understood what his lover was telling him in actions... [He loves me.] Once Trowa had Quatre prepared, he put him on his back and settled on his knees between his lover's legs. He pushed the other's legs open and got into position. While he ran plenty of lubricant over his erection, he looked up into Quatre's wide eyes and gave him a little smile. Then he put the head of his cock to the boy's entrance and gently pushed. Even though he had been adequately prepared, Quatre couldn't help a small gasp when his lover first pushed into him. "Oh, Tro... yes," he said and spread his legs wider to accept more of his lover's length. Then, for some strange reason he thought of Zechs and Duo. How they had shared this many times. How they might even be sharing it right now. And how he still carried a little guilt for what had happened in Cairo. But with the further press of his lover, he returned his focus to the delicious hardness pushing inside him and to those beautiful emerald eyes looking down at him. "Tiger," he said, softly. [What could be more beautiful than this?] Trowa's heart melted all the more, beholding the vision of his sweetly yielded kitten below him. He emitted a little moan, then as he pushed deeper, he shifted to lean over Quatre, cradling the slender torso in his arms. "Kitten," he whispered back, emerald eyes wide as he wondered at his rare fortune to be allowed to enter so deeply a treasure this precious. Quatre's breathing was heavier, coming in long, deep breaths as he continued to keep himself calm, open and relaxed to accept his lover into him. This was still so new, this giving of his body. This baring himself, completely vulnerable in heart, body and soul to another. [I love him completely... I want to share everything and hide nothing from him. As Trowa buried himself further in him, Quatre rubbed his legs along the other boy's thighs, keeping his feet on the bed. Soon... very soon he would wrap his legs around Trowa's waist and they would move together in the rhythm of their love. (tbc)
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