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"Drabbles"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: R A/N: For Ceeceereeves who asked for #32 from the
50 Prompts, "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"
with 2x6 Warnings: angst, language, sexy times, deeply
inappropriate relationship Pairings: hinted at 2x3, 2x6
32 It had been the first day of the fall semester and already, Zechs had been in a foul mood at the prospect of another year of hell. Zechs had been skeptical at first, when the boy had walked into his office and introduced himself with a casual knock on the doorframe and a cocky grin and dancing blue eyes. He looked young - young for his age, twenty one, but overall just so young. His cheeks were still full and round even though the rest of him was thin and wiry and he looked like a puppy. Acted like it too, some of the time. So eager to please. When it suited him. "Duo Maxwell. I'm your slave or whatever." Zechs had raised an eyebrow, at the words, at the too casual demeanor, at the lithe body that managed to look indolent even in the dress shirt and khakis that looked pressed to within an inch of their life, at the hair. "Or whatever?" He had echoed sardonically, his mind already coming up with all sorts of ways he could put that long braid of hair to good use. Duo shrugged one shoulder, grinned wider, and leaned one shoulder against the doorframe of Zech's office. "Yeah. I'm your new TA." Zechs had snorted. "They gave me a freshman for a TA?" Duo had flushed, his body going a bit rigid, and Zechs suspected it wasn't the first time he had been mistaken for younger. "I'm a doctoral candidate," Duo had assured him. "Really?" Zechs leaned back in his chair and looked the boy over again, letting his cool gaze wander over him in an assessing way that made the boy squirm and stand up straight. "Who is your advisor?" "You are," the boy said between clenched teeth. Zechs frowned at that. He wasn't particularly interested in that part of his job - mentoring students when it came at the expense of his research - but he had looked at the list of new graduate candidates and the name Duo had not been on it. "David," the boy growled, "My name is David Maxwell - ring any bells?" It did, now. Zechs remembered Howard, the department chair, going on and on about some enfant terrible with a gift for numbers and an absolute disregard for authority of any kind. Homeschooled by some kind of religious zealot, graduated from Berkeley at nineteen, already a Master's from Northwestern and now here he was, starting his doctoral work at MIT. Under Zechs. That thought had him looking at the braid again. "David," Zechs nodded and he saw the way the boy flinched, saw how little he cared for his given name. "You're the idiot who wants to pursue nanotech and biomaterials as a joint field." The boy opened his mouth to argue but Zechs held up one finger. Duo fell silent, face going even redder, eyes going icy and narrowing dangerously. "I wasn't asking for your input. You want to pursue a project that has stumped the best minds in the world for the last thirty years and you don't seem to even care what a waste of time this is for everyone around you, for me. What on earth makes you think you can solve this when no one else can?" The boy crossed his arms over his chest and he glared. Zechs made an impatient gesture with his hand and the boy arched one insolent eyebrow at him. "Oh, do I have your permission to speak now?" "If you can't even recognize a question, then -" "I know I can solve this, just like I know the reason your little project for Dow is failing because you haven't considered the way that the weight of the lithium is fucking up the stability of the -" "How do you know about that?" The boy smirked and his confidence was suddenly back. He shrugged one shoulder and his eyes were once again merry. Zechs glared and he felt cold anger settle in. He had been struggling with the polymer for months now, had been courting failure for the first time in his entire career and - he considered the boy's words. Holy shit. He was right. Zechs shoved a pad of paper and a pen to the edge of his desk. "Show me." And the boy, cocky smirk back in place, had swaggered over to the desk, flicked his braid over his shoulder, and done just that. -o- Months of working with him, of having him grade the awful introductory level courses Zechs taught, of having him stay late to work in the lab, of giving the boy the bare minimum of time to work on his own projects because he had too quickly become too invaluable with Zechs' own, had given Zechs a certain reluctant appreciation for him. He never would have chosen Duo for a TA, for a student. Zechs would never have chosen anyone. He hating mentoring - it was better left to people like Noin, who seemed to thrive on teaching the way that Zechs got a high from his successes in the lab. But Duo competent and brilliant and, when he wasn't being annoying as hell, blessed with deeply twisted sense of humor that mirrored Zechs' own. He was, if Zechs cared to be honest with himself, much like Zechs himself had been at that age - smarter than anyone around him, uncaring that he made everyone else look like fools, unwilling to compromise or slow down for the sensibilities of the people in charge. Duo had asked him, one night after three pots of coffee and pages and pages of data readouts, both of their eyes red and their breath bitter, why Zechs wasn't simply working in a private lab where he could avoid his responsibilities to those lesser than him all the time. The question, the phrasing, had made Zechs chuckle. Duo knew him well, even after such a short time. But that didn't mean Zechs wanted to let the boy know more about him, so he had brushed off the question, had told Duo to get back to work and stop running his mouth and Duo had glared, as he always did when Zechs rebuked him, and returned to work. Zechs would have loved to be in a private lab, would gladly walk away from academia and never look back, if it wasn't for the family, for his obligations. His entire damn line, all the way back to some medieval monk at the Sorbonne, had believed in teaching, in mentoring and Zechs had an obligation to continue that line. An obligation to carry on the family tradition and a legal stipulation to do so if he wanted to inherit the sizeable fortunes set aside by his grandparents. He knew Duo came from nothing, knew the boy couldn't afford to take out student loans - or was too afraid to be in debt - and tended bar at some dive in Boston in the few spare hours he had away from Zechs, hours when he really should be sleeping. He doubted Duo would understand the need to fulfill familial obligations, or the desire to maintain a lifestyle that ensured independence and comfort. -o- It wasn't until the start of the spring semester, until the night that Zechs glimpsed Duo in the hall outside of his lab flirting with some tall, auburn haired man with green eyes, until Duo stood up on the tips of his toes and pressed a clumsy, furtive kiss to the man's lips before ducking his head and turning away, that Zechs started to think of the boy as more than a potential asset in his lab. He had, of course, been fixated on that damn braid since their very first meeting, had amused himself with all sorts of ways to put it and the boy to good use. But those thoughts had been idle, over coffee between projects or in the shower while he masturbated or, twice now, while he fucked some barely worth his time piece of ass. Seeing Duo kiss that man, seeing his red face and bright eyes when he stepped into the lab after, had turned those thoughts from idle to burning. He had been particularly acerbic that night, had shot down every idea Duo suggested, especially the good ones, with such vitriol that Duo's face became an almost permanent shade of red. And he'd gone too far - well, too far in Duo's estimation, but just far enough in Zechs - by mentioning the boy's dead parents and suggesting even they, rotting corpses that they were, would be disappointed by Duo's denseness. Duo had sucked in a breath, had shoved his safety glasses off his head and jerked off his gloves and stalked towards the door to leave. "Just where are you going, David?" That had stopped him, the icy tone in Zechs voice and the use of the name he hated. Zechs had watched his shoulders tense, had watched his whole body vibrate with rage for a moment before Duo turned to face him, tears in his eyes. On his cheeks. "I don't deserve this shit," Duo had snapped. "I work my ass off for you, every fucking day and I -" Zechs snorted a derisive laugh and Duo stopped talking and just stared at him. "Do you know what you really deserve, David?" Zechs asked in a low, dangerous voice. Duo caught the shift, caught the change in current as though he had been electrified and he looked like a deer caught in the headlights, staring at his impending death and unable to move. Zechs made a tsking sound when Duo remained silent. "And still the trouble with being able to answer a question," Zechs gave an irritable sigh and he gestured towards the door. "Lock that and pull the shade." Duo still made no move. "Do it!" Zechs bellowed and Duo jumped, turned and locked the door with clumsy fingers and pulled the shade, released it too soon, and had to pull it back down again. He remained at the door, facing away from Zechs, but even from across the lab, Zechs could see the way his shoulders rose and fell with shaky, unsteady breaths. "Since you seem unable to answer the simple question I put to you, allow me," Zechs said. He stood up and he unfastened his trousers and pushed them and his briefs down to his thighs as he spoke. He was already half hard, already aroused by his own frustration and jealousy and Duo's clear trepidation. He stroked himself as he continued to speak. "What you really deserve, David, is to be put in your place. And do you know where your place is, David?" No answer, no response at all except for Duo clenching his hands into fists at his sides. "Your place is on your knees, bowing down to your superiors, taking a cock up your ass or deep down your throat. What you deserve is to be fucked over and over again until you can barely walk or breath, until you're dripping with semen." Zechs heard the sharply indrawn breath and he allowed himself to smirk when Duo finally turned around, when his eyes went wide at the sight of Zechs leaning against a lab table and stroking his own cock. And then Duo licked his lips. "Fuck you," he said, but his voice was a broken whisper. Zechs arched an eyebrow. "Oh, I don't think so. The idea is to fuck you. To use you like the good little slut you are. What was it you said? That first day, when you introduced yourself?" Duo's pupils were dilated and his hands were no longer fisted, instead, his fingers were digging into his thighs while his gaze was fixed on Zech's swollen, leaking cock. "Answer me!" Duo jumped and he swallowed hard and raised his eyes to meet Zechs. "I'm your slave. Or whatever." Zechs nodded in agreement. "Then start acting like it. Get over here and get to work." Duo stumbled, tripping over a rolling stool in his haste to follow the order, but then he was in place, on his knees in front of Zechs and his warm, wet mouth was closing over the head of Zechs' cock. Zechs smirked and he took hold of Duo's braid, chuckling when the boy's eyes narrowed, and he wrapped it around and around his hand like a leash and used it to hold the boy in place while he thrust his cock into Duo's mouth. He coughed and choked and his eyes watered further. Zechs arched an eyebrow and he sneered but Duo pulled back only a little before opening his mouth wider and waiting. Waiting for Zechs to fuck him in earnest. -o- It had been the first day of the fall semester, and Zechs had been irritated with the heat, with his colleagues, with the fresh-faced girl who smiled at him and gushed over how wonderful it was to have him as her advisor and how very, very excited she was to potentially assist him on whatever projects he was working on and how truly amazing his polymer for Dow was and - Zechs had cut her off, unable to bear any more, and told her briskly that she would not, under any circumstances, set foot in his lab or ever touch any of his projects. She had stumbled on her way out and Zechs had allowed himself a small measure of pride over that, a moment to celebrate the minutest of victories before returning to the grant proposal that deserved his full attention. Deserved, but was not receiving. Every time Zechs heard the outer door open - the door that led from the main corridor to the row of offices for Materials Engineering - every time he heard a male voice, Zechs found himself on edge, anticipation coiling through his body followed swiftly by disappointment and disgust. Until finally, at seven that night, hours after Zechs should have gone home - hours after everyone else had - Duo walked into his office. The setting sun filtered through Zechs windows, giving the boy a golden glow that was completely unnecessary, gilding the lily, in Zechs mind. Duo was tanned and smirking and so very clearly happy that Zechs felt it like a physical blow. He had spent the summer in Switzerland, working at the LHC and he should absolutely not be that tan if he had been spending so much time underground and in labs. He had emailed Zechs every day. Long, detailed analysis of the work he had been doing, one line messages with questions or thoughts for future research. Every day. And Zechs had not allowed himself to respond to a single one. "Missed me?" Duo guessed and his grin had never been so self-assured as it was in that moment. He closed and locked the door without being told, pulled the screen down and then walked around the room, closing the blinds on all of the windows in the corner office until they were in gray darkness. Duo tugged Zechs' chair away from his desk, turned it and then knelt down in front of him and pushed Zechs' thighs apart before scooting closer. He nuzzled along the inseam of Zechs' trousers, lips and teeth and tongue dragging along the seam, so hot and wet that Zechs could feel it through the fabric. "I've missed you," Duo said, seemingly unperturbed by Zechs' silence. "God, I've missed you." Nimble, confident fingers opened the fly of his trousers, tugged fabric out of the way, glanced over his painfully hard cock. "I wasn't lonely, of course," Duo said, the words hot on Zechs' cock. "A German took an interest in me - offered to teach me all sorts of things. I think you know him? Treize Khushrenada?" Zechs clenched at the arms of his chair. Of course he knew Treize - it was how he had gotten Duo the internship in the first place, calling Treize and asking, begging in the end, just as Treize had wanted. He could picture it now. Could picture Duo's smart mouth being fucked by Treize's long, hard cock. Could picture Treize chuckling as he filled Duo's tight ass or came on his face. Could picture Duo so eager to learn and so very, very eager to be fucked and filled. The mental images were simultaneously arousing and revolting, as Zechs thought back to the spring, to all of the many ways he had fucked Duo in the lab, in this very office. It had been perfect, so perfect, too perfect. A brilliant boy who could keep up with Zechs at his work, who could assist him in every way. A brilliant, beautiful boy who loved to be fucked just as much as he loved to figure out the missing element that would solve a complex equation. Treize would have delighted in him, would have used him up and treated Duo as just yet another toy at his disposal, another devotee there to soak up his knowledge and his semen. And he would have left Duo desperate and aching and in love with him, perpetually unsatisfied with anyone or anything else afterwards. "I told him no thanks. Told him he could go fuck himself, that I wasn't a whore. Told him I wasn't his slave." Zechs sucked in a breath and met Duo's eyes in the dark. He couldn't see much, but he could see a glimmer there, could see the curve of Duo's lips, the flick of his tongue as he teased Zechs' cock. "You aren't a whore?" Zechs asked and he mentally berated himself for how shaky his voice was. How desperate he sounded. Duo shook his head. "Nope. I might be a good little slut, and I might deserve to be fucked over and over again until you can barely walk or breath, until you're dripping with semen. But I'm no whore. And I don't want anyone except you to fuck me." Zechs felt relief, felt impossibly light, and he gave Duo what he so clearly wanted. He grabbed the boy's braid and he pulled his head down and shoved his cock deep, sliding into that welcome wetness and groaning. He fucked him hard, until they were both breathless, until Duo's face was wet with saliva and tears and finally, as Zechs came with a shout, cum. Afterwards, Duo curled up against his legs, let Zechs run his fingers through his thoroughly mussed hair. "You never responded to my emails. You ignored my calls. My texts. I... I thought maybe there was someone else." Duo sounded fragile, his voice raw from having a cock rammed down his throat, his body tense. Zechs tugged sharply on Duo's bangs and the boy hissed and then moaned. "Of course there wasn't." "I - I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified." Zechs stilled and he had a moment of panic, found himself wondering if he had spoken those words or if Duo had. "I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry, I -" Zechs stopped him, shut him up by clamping a hand over his mouth and then hauling Duo upright and forcing him against the desk, bending him over and using his free hand to unfasten Duo's khakis. He pushed them down, shoved his boxers down as well and he leaned down to spit into the dark, tight ring between Duo's cheeks. "You should be sorry," Zechs said and his own voice was as rough as his handling of Duo's body. "And if you aren't sorry yet, I will make you very, very sorry," he assured Duo. He heard the boy gasp, heard him grunt and then moan as Zechs worked a finger into him. "Terrified? That's exactly what you should be." Usually they had some kind of lubricant - Duo had started carrying some around with him after the second time they used up all of the antibiotic ointment in the first aid kit. They had stopped using condoms after the first month of Zechs bending Duo over stools and desks or shoving him against the floor or the wall, after Duo had casually left an envelope on the desk in Zech's office, where anyone could see it, and Zechs had opened it to see a list of STD results, all clear, and he had fucked Duo so many times that night, had really left him barely able to walk and literally dripping with semen. But Zechs hadn't thought to bring any today, and Duo's pockets held nothing but his wallet and keys and Zechs realized - Duo really had thought Zechs had someone else. He had thought things were over between them. He had never been this rough with Duo, had never prepared him so little and he hesitated, but then Duo was reaching between them, was angling Zechs' cock into his barely stretched hole and pushing back and they both groaned as he penetrated Duo's body. Zechs was merciless as he fucked him, loving Duo's grunts of pain and pleasure equally, desiring both, needing both to get off, to reach that precipice and then send himself over, roughly jerking Duo off at the same time so that the boy cried out and spilled over Zechs' hand. He sat back down in his chair, flaccid cock still inside Duo, and pulled the boy close. Zechs pushed his braid aside and placed a kiss at the base of his neck. "I want you to be just as terrified as I am." -o- Ahem. Well. It's been a while (? has it?) since I wrote some smut... so there you go.
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