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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 5
//Best to have this out now,// Zechs thought, sighing. "Certainly, Bronn," he murmured, then turned to Duo and Quatre. "I'll see you later, hopefully. Excuse me." He exchanged a last, lingering look with Duo, then turned back to Sangers, gesturing for him to precede him. Duo watched Zechs walk away down the hall until he disappeared inside the office. //God, I love him so much...// Then he turned back to Quatre. "I don't like that guy Bronn." "You have good instincts, Duo," Quatre nodded. "Because I picked up on some strong feelings from him at dinner." "I believe it. He gives me the creeps," Duo said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall. "He's old school OZ for sure. Probably wants all us Gundam pilots dead." "Actually what I was sensing from him had very little to do with us," the blond Arab said, glancing down the hall. "Huh? You mean he wants to hurt Zechs?" "Well, not exactly... He has feelings for Zechs," Quatre said and stepped closer to Duo and lowered his voice. "I definitely sensed jealousy when Zechs spoke to you privately at the toast." Duo's eyes widened. "And he's alone in there now with Zechs?" He pushed off the wall to head toward the office. "No, Duo, wait. You know Zechs can take care of himself. Besides maybe they're talking about base matters." //At least that's what I'm hoping.// "I suppose," the chestnut haired boy agreed reluctantly. //But I'm keeping an eye on Bronn from now on.// The two former OZ officers stepped into the commander's office further down the hallway. Zechs closed the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. "You seem to have something you need to say to me, Bronn?" he began, his tone of voice neutral. Sangers slid his hands up Zechs's upper arms to his shoulders. "My God, Zechs, I forgot how beautiful you are..." His voice was silken and low. "What are you doing, Bronn?" Zechs replied sharply, backing away a step. "Zechs..." Sangers whispered, edging closer but not touching him again. "You know we had it good, you and me, best sex I've ever had. You're so hot, you know that? My demon angel in bed..." "The answer is no, Bronn," Zechs interrupted, stepping back again. "What we had is long over. Not that we *had* anything. I told you then and I won't change my mind - I am not interested in a relationship - if you can call it that - based solely on physical pleasure." The man unbuttoned his uniform jacket and a couple buttons on his uniform shirt as he spoke. "It's not a relationship. It's just sex, Zechs, what's wrong with that? You can fuck me any time you want." Sangers turned then and ran a hand seductively over his ass, looking over his shoulder at him. "I know you like my body..." Zechs narrowed his eyes at the other pilot. "No. Are you listening to me? No means no, and that's it." "You can't say you don't want me..." "Oh, yes, I can," Zechs chuckled and moved away. Sangers glared at his back. "It's that boy... isn't it? Isn't he a little *young* for fucking, Zechs? But then maybe your tastes have changed in two years..." Abruptly Zechs turned and slapped him hard across the face, his movements swift, catching Sangers off guard. "You watch your mouth! And you watch to whom you are talking, Bronn Sangers! I am still your commanding officer!" Staggering back with the force of the blow, Sangers gaped at his superior, stunned by the vehemence of the reaction. "Z...Zechs?" Zechs was enraged and suddenly it was as if all the anger at his treatment in Cairo had abruptly surfaced. "How dare you suggest I would ever touch a child in that manner! And for your information, Duo Maxwell is no more a child than you or I, and if you ever get on his bad side, may God help you because you're going to need it." He snorted in derision, his long, platinum hair swirling around as he turned sharply away. "Actually, you'll be dead." Sangers was trembling, never having seen the Lightning Count so furious. He himself had, he now realized, spoken only in jealousy, spouting stupid nonsense. //I was brought up better than that, what the hell's the matter with me?// "S...sir, and... and I'd deserve it," he responded quickly. "I...I'm sorry for offending you..." "You're sorry now?" Zechs snorted, his hands folded into fists. "Ha! Just wait until you cross a Gundam pilot and you'll know the true meaning of 'sorry'. Don't ever underestimate me, Sangers, and don't ever, EVER underestimate one of those bright, fierce warriors. They're going to save our necks or bury us and you have the audacity to stand there and throw your body at *me*..." //Oh, I have fucked up so badly,// Sangers was thinking, frightened by the anger pouring off his superior. Abruptly he was on his knees. "Sir, please forgive my offense. I will accept any punishment..." //Or was it unforgivable? Am I shamed and must be sent away now? Damn, if I can't have Zechs Merquise, I at least want to serve him, *look* at him...// Suddenly a white gloved fist had him by the front of the uniform, hauling him back to his feet. "Stand up, you're an officer and a soldier in a fight for peace! Moreover, you, Bronn Sangers, are a Baronet of Bavaria, are you not? Do not disgrace your blood!" Hastily Sangers, white-faced, stood straight, setting his uniform to rights quickly. "Yes, sir, of course, sir!" "We may have left OZ because of its new, demeaning methods of battle, but we are still who we are, Baronet, and we will carry that with us always," Zechs continued, speaking tightly, the venom still in his voice. "You shame yourself and all who have gone before you by your behavior!" Now the Aries lead pilot was standing at attention, back ram-rod straight, eyes staring ahead appropriately. "Yes, Count Merquise, sir!" "That's more like it," Zechs muttered, hands on his hips as he looked intently at his subordinate. "Now, I think it fitting that you be assigned specifically, starting tomorrow morning, to lending every assistance necessary to the formidable young pilot of the Gundam Deathscythe. Make sure he has full access to this base and any equipment he needs for his mobile suit to be certain it is ready for battle. If I hear in any way that you were the least condescending to him, things will go bad for you indeed... far worse than a cold bed." "Y...Yes, sir," Sangers replied, eyes wide. "Dismissed." Sangers hastened out of the office like his backside was on fire. Zechs leaned back against the edge of his desk, his arms folded over his chest, and sighed. //If only the old buzzards in Romefeller were as responsive...// Quatre smiled then, ready to change the subject to more pleasant matters. "So... what were you two doing while we were waiting for dinner?" The other boy's cheeks faintly blushed at the question. "We were talking," he said, remembering their closeness. The touch of Zechs's hand on his face. The reassuring words spoken in that sultry voice. "Zechs still needs time," he said, bowing his head. "I know I hurt him deeply, but he's forgiven me." He looked up again with a hopeful grin. "We agreed on some things to help us get close again. We're going to be okay." "Oh, that's great, Duo. I know how much you two love each other." "Yeah, Zechs is the one for me. I'll do whatever it takes to make him happy and get him back into my life... completely," Duo said, determined and dreamy eyed. //I need to tell him just how much he means to me,// Duo thought and then remembered that Quatre's own love was on the horizon. "And *you* must be getting excited. Trowa should be here tomorrow. Now you can get those hickeys you've been wanting," he joked. "Duo! Trowa and I have a different kind of relationship than you and Zechs." "You mean you haven't had sex yet," the more experienced boy snorted. Quatre blushed fiercely at that remark. "We're taking things much slower than you and Zechs did. But then, I think it's in your nature to dive into the deep end first." "And you prefer to wade in the kiddy pool," Duo said, chuckling. "Hey!" Quatre shouted, swatting his friend on the arm. "Okay! Yeah, I suppose you're right. We took things pretty fast, but Zechs is a man of the world... lots of experience," he said. He scratched his head then, looking down the hall to the office door. //I wonder if they ever...?// "What's the matter?" Quatre asked, suddenly feeling Duo's playfulness turn sour. He looked down the hall, too. "You don't think they...?" "No, of course not," Duo answered hastily. But he wasn't sure now. Zechs had made it clear he'd had many lovers. It was possible that Bronn had been one of them. //I don't even want to think about it.// "Well, Zechs is completely devoted to you, Duo. You don't have to be empathic to see that!" Just then Bronn Sangers came barreling down the hall from the direction of Zechs's office, practically knocking the two Gundam pilots over. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" Duo shouted at the snooty ex-OZie. When the young man didn't respond, but kept on down the hall until he disappeared out of sight, Duo looked back toward the office. "I'd better check on Zechs." "Sounds like a good idea. Bronn was oozing frustration and anger." "I'll see you later," Duo said with a nod and headed toward the office. "You mean in the morning," Quatre snickered, knowing full well he wouldn't see his friend again tonight.
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