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"Bedraggled "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: R Warnings: Post EW, language, violence, yaoi Summary: Zechs discovers a pest in his mansion. After careful consideration, he decides against calling the exterminator Pairings: 6x2
"Bedraggled "
Part 4.
The boy next to him awoke groaning, then grinned. "Sounds like the three headed dog's arrived, at the very least, hauling the great vacuum cleaner of doom with him." Zechs scrutinized Duo, then fingered the curve of one flushed cheek. "Did Po give you anything for fever?" "Check the bathroom shelf." Zechs studied the surprising array of prescription bottles in the medicine cabinet, before selecting the right one. He couldn't fault Dr Po for thoroughness. It did not surprise him that Une and Sally might value Duo, and therefore tend him so very tenderly. In spite of their soldierly practicality, both ladies seemed intrinsically nurturing souls. And Maxwell was exactly the sort of well-intentioned impish rapscallion to evoke that reaction in them, he supposed. He sorted out the correct number of pills and watched while Duo swallowed them with the last of the ginger ale. Zechs was pleased with the success of this beverage, and determined to follow up along those lines. He settled again upon the mattress. "I've given strict orders you are not to be disturbed, unless you go out into the main house seeking company or assistance." "They've all been real nice to me." "I'm very glad to hear it. The staff probably have been bored out of their minds with the house shut up so long. Maybe I should throw a party for one hundred of my dearest friends. Black tie, my my." "And I'll turn up in nothing but my boxers, just for the howl of it." "If you so desire, feel free to frolic in your skimpiest togs. I've brought you some food." Zechs lifted an antique Nankeen china plate. He had chosen it specifically because he found the color reminiscent of Duo's eyes. It occurred to Merquise that he was rapidly succumbing to an addiction of the worst kind. Unsustainable, that is. He shook his head to clear it. With the chef's consultation, Zechs had chosen the smallest, most delectable finger foods available. On the plate were tiny sandwiches cut into pretty shapes. Miniature muffins in a variety of flavors. A few grapes nestled next to fresh apple and nectarine slices. Duo eyed the food as warily as he might a collection of poisonous insects. "Just one little bite," Zechs suggested, holding up a golden apple muffin the size of his thumb tip. "Close your eyes and think pleasant thoughts. Now open your mouth. That's it." He placed the morsel on the boy's tongue. Duo chewed a long time before he gulped convulsively. "Here, next. Warm jasmine tea with a touch of chamomile and honey. Just to ease your throat. Very good." Zechs appeared to be in mission mode. Mission Feed the Guest. With something approaching desperation, Duo launched his diversion. He flung himself upon Merquise, dragged the man forward by the base of his neck, and kissed him. The stunned lack of response passed quickly. In mere moments Zechs was large and in charge. Duo found himself flat out in the center of the bed, with Zechs straddling him on all fours. But no weight pressed upon him, the potent physique keeping its dense muscles tensely at bay. There came one solid hand under the kid's shirt, then the other insinuating down the back of his boxers. Merquise's mouth was at the boy's throat, tonguing the carotid pulse. Fingers found Duo's nipple and tweaked it. "Meep," Duo squeaked unintentionally. The sound invoked an instant cessation of activity. Merquise edged away with a deep drawn moan. "Why'dja quit?" "My dear, you are plainly unfit for action." "Damn it all. I want it. Please. I'm asking ya nicely." "Duo, you'll drive me to distraction. I hardly want to leave you alone." "Then don't. I promise I'll be good." "I'm the one requiring constraint." The pause, full of panting, was distinctly discomforting. Then came concession. Zechs crouched at Duo's side. "Show me specifically what hurts." Duo grinned. Then pointed. "Throat's sore. And this side of my gut's gone bad." "I hit you a hard clip on the mandible too. There is quite a contusion apparent. I shall never forgive myself," Merquise murmured, stroking the downy skin of chin and cheek, then kissing it in a chain of tiny caresses. "How is your chest?" "Not bad. Maybe just a little achy." "I have massage oil. I'll be careful to avoid your belly. "Wow. Smells good. Fancy." "Indeed. You don't realize the half of it. I can simply submerge you in luxury. Its so very entertaining to do so, I find." "Glad yer amused, Princey baby." "Ha." Soon Zechs was rubbing, stroking the kid's flesh with fragrantly oiled fingers. He laughed at Duo's tendency to squirm. "You are never still, are you, my charming hell-inspired guest?" "Ya got that right," Duo gasped. "That, and this, and then the other. All got-right, yes?" Merquise stroked and licked, nuzzled and nudged. He seemed to be everywhere at once, wicked touches, ghosting hither and back. "I have a plan," he revealed. "Plan. Good," Duo groaned and writhed as Zechs made first contact with the kid's swollen cock. "Yes. I believe I have devised the perfect strategy." Merquise was rubbing briskly, and then suddenly ceased. "I sure ta hell hope it doesn't involve leaving me in this shape." "No. It involves making my assets available to you." Zechs shed his clothing, before returning to bed to undress the kid. He ran his hands appreciatively over stretches of twitching flesh, as he drew off the boxers. Duo writhed under the extensive attention. "Yer assets, huh?" "Exactly." Merquise settled Duo upon his side, then joined him in reversed juxtaposition. "I understand it is painful for you to swallow, so you wont," Zechs commented, immediately before his mouth engulfed the kid's cock. He drew off, only long enough to add, "fortunately, my throat feels fine." Then he swallowed Duo's length to the root, nudging the testicles insistently as he went. "Oh, gawds," Duo responded. "Ya did say ya needed some 'down time'. Talk about the 'underworld'. Ah." He nuzzled Zechs' assets, while plotting his retort. Well, his fingers were still in working order. And his tongue could manage a bit of slippery activity. He gave his bed mate an exploratory coronal kiss and a drooling long lick, delighting at the retractile twitch and tremor the action induced in Merquise's heavy cock and balls. The fidgety fingering the kid offered was far more distracting than firmer attention would have been. To counteract the teasing touches he received, Zechs spread the boy's buttocks, stroked down the crack, and plunged his oiled thumb into the tight ass hole. Duo's responding cry got from Zechs a sudden heart pounding pause. "Good or bad?" he demanded urgently. "Damned fine," Duo croaked, and whimpered as Merquise fingered his inward aspect. Zechs withdrew completely. Mouth, hands and body. "No. Hey, don't stop." Zechs drew up, turned to fluff the pillows, and leaned against the headboard, offering a luxuriously lazy smile. He reached a leisurely hand to finger his own hammering erection, spreading the glistening oil, feeling the searing pulse of it. The kid's eyes slammed shut, and he collapsed onto the mattress, shivering all over. "Come here and steal some body heat." Zechs grabbed Duo by the shoulders and drew him to his chest. He nuzzled the mussed hair aside and licked at a cunningly sculpted ear. Tongue over the helix sinuously, then sharp white teeth, nipping the vulnerable lobe. "There are parts of you that are unbearably intricate to contemplate. Sit still." Duo tried so hard not to squirm, that he trembled with the effort. Merquise firmed his grip around the kid. "Listen to me, and listen well. I am in the command position here, make no mistake. No overly exuberant activities on your part will be tolerated. I do not choose to explain injuries to either Sally or Une. Not to mention the paramedics. And most definitely not to sweet sister Relena. So you will behave yourself, Mr Maxwell." Zechs smiled in sinful delight. He had no prior idea that temporary abstinence could be so fulfilling. "Furthermore, you must be quiet. Every time you vocalize, I feel a terror that I have damaged you. Therefore, you are to be quite still and silent, unless you are actually injured. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" "Yeah. Okay. I mean, I'll try," Duo muttered. "Very good. Then I shall proceed somewhat further in my attentions." Tongue in ear, then lower, along the corner of the quivering lips, down the chin to the neck and back again. Meanwhile a finger dallied with one nipple until it was tormentedly rigid, then sought the other, sensitive in its neglect. And so returning repeatedly, like an evil game of shuttlecock. Simultaneously, his other hand caressed the umbilicus, seeking the ticklish nerve endings there, to be pressed within the tight confines of the navel. Playing with the swollen cock next, all along the delicate coronal edge, down the length, toying with the balls, penetrating insistently into the ass hole, well anointed with oil, now and again tantalizing the surface before plunging into the hot depths, to study the quakes and tremors this invoked. Zechs judged the pounding of the kid's heart under his hand was too violent, and he paused, all actions ceasing. "I was being quiet," Duo protested in a hoarse panting whisper. "Yes, you were. As you must continue to be," Zechs growled into the flesh of the boy's neck. The pause was painful. But eventually Duo's breathing calmed. "Now then, your back to my chest. Up on your knees, just there. I'll support you where there is no pain. Simply ease down. Slowly. Stop. A bit more. Wait. I said 'wait', brat. Don't be so impatient. That's right. A bit more. Just a slight slip further. Almost all the way. There. The remainder. Now sit still. Perfectly still." "Can't," Duo protested. "You can, and you will," Merquise commanded. He himself felt nearly driven mad, with Duo pressed upon his lap, slowly but surely skewered, thoroughly, Zechs' cock pulsing deep inside the kid's succulent ass, the tense buttocks clenching at him in desperation. "Have I hurt you anywhere?" "No. Dun think so." "Excellent. We progress. Now then, relax. Your next task is to select another bite of food." "What? Yer joshing me." Tones of utter outrage. "I'm quite somber in my intent, I do assure you." "Not hungry. Wanna screw." "Yes, my dear hell-founded demon, I am well aware of that. But there are priorities here. I swear I shan't touch you further, not a single stroke, until you eat something." The kid squirmed, the writhing nearly wrenching an instant orgasm from Merquise. In retaliation, Zechs clenched one arm across the kid's shoulders, the other suppressing a hard pelvic angle. "I will leave if you persist," he growled the warning. Duo subsided, scant energy already spent. "Have a bite of apple," Zechs suggested, holding the slice to the parted, panting lips. "Wrong mythos," Duo grinned. "And I'm sure ta hell not Eve." He surrendered, accepting the bite of fruit, and crunching at it with fixed determination. "I'm certain if we search hard enough," Zechs nudged his cock into the tight confines, mere millimeters of outrageously heightened sensation, "that we can find a serpent," he grasped the kid's cock in his fist, "or even two." He smirked, wickedly wondering how long he could prolong this tasty torment. ~ * ~ |
