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"Snow Angels"Written By: Gypsie 1201
Warnings: Lemon, Sap Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of
its characters, nor will I make any money from the creation of this
story. Feedback: All is welcome and very much appreciated. Summary: Life is unexpected at the best of times, and those times can be extraordinary. Written for Bishsticks’ request: GW, either 1x2 or 6x2, "Other men said they have seen angels, but I have seen you and you are enough.", R or NC17
"Snow Angels " The force of your thrusts, strong and steady, rocks my body with pleasure just as the words you’re whispering in my ear rock my heart with their meaning. It’s hard to believe this is even truly happening. That me, a scrawny, unkept street rat could’ve caught the attention of such a bright and shining prince like you, but I’m not about to question it. Not about to poke at it or prod at it on the off chance you’ll suddenly disappear in a puff of smoke. “My Duo, my beautiful Duo.” you breathe into my ear as one of your strong hands grips my hip, pulling me partway off the bed so that your next thrust goes even deeper and I can’t help but bury my face in the pillow, smothering my scream. But you won’t let me hide, won’t let me muffle the sounds I’m making. Pushing yourself back onto your heels, you bring me up until I’m sitting in your lap before wrapping your arm around my chest, holding me in place. “Zechs.” I whimper, my hands automatically coming up, one gripping your forearm where it bands across my chest, and the other gripping your bicep as I try to steady myself. The feel of you so deep inside me, even through the stillness, is nearly overwhelming and I can feel tears beginning to gather. Never in my twenty years of life, including all the hell I went through growing up and the two Eve Wars, have I ever felt anything this intense. “Please Zechs.” “Anything you ask, anything you need, always.” you tell me and finally my tears being to fall, despite my trying to hold them back. Never before in my life has someone cherished me this completely either and I’m not sure how to respond to it. Just two months ago, I would’ve laughed at the person who might have suggested that I would be where I am right now. I would’ve told them they were crazy and brushed them off without a second thought. But that was before the day you showed up at my garage, your car only barely managing to roll into the bay before stalling out completely. I remember that I’d nearly laughed myself silly when you’d stormed out of the driver’s seat and kicked the front tire, all the while cursing it to hell and back. But that laughter had quickly died when you’d turned around and I’d found myself face to face with a man I’d never thought I’d see again in this life time. And to be honest, you were just as shocked to find me standing there gawking at you. Something I can completely understand. After all, it isn’t every day when you find a former enemy dressed in grimy overalls with a blackened rag hanging out one pocket and a slacked jawed expression on his face, standing in the random garage that your car decided it wanted to stall out in front of. “I thought you went to Mars. With Noin.” I’d blurted out after an entirely too uncomfortable moment of silence, not even caring that it might’ve been a bit rude to ask. I think I hadn’t recovered enough from the shock of seeing Zechs Marquise standing in my garage to think clearly yet. “I did.” you had answered and I’d watched in fascination as your cheeks grew red and you ducked your head slightly in embarrassment. “It… didn’t work out like she thought it would so I came home.” “Oh.” I’d returned and even with all the questions still burning through my mind, I’d managed to hold them in. Mostly because of the look in your eyes right then, the one that was practically begging me not to ask. So instead, I’d waved my hand toward the shiny black BMW sitting in the bay and asked, “Car problems?” The smile you’d given me then could’ve outshone the sun and I’d felt a little skip in my breath, which, at that time, I’d merely chalked up to the whole shock of it and passed off. I couldn’t pass it off though nearly a month later when you’d asked me out to dinner for the first time. It was probably the one thing I hadn’t been expecting out of your sudden appearance in my life. I mean, after that first, fateful meeting, you’d been showing up at the garage on a regular basis, just hanging around and watching us, or me, work. But I’d just figured you were bored and needed a diversion from the craziness that living with Relena was putting you through. I know I wouldn’t have been able to handle all that political bullshit eating into my life day in, day out. So I hadn’t really thought much about it, right up until you’d dropped that bomb on me. “You mean like a date?” I’d managed to squeak out before jerking my head around to see if any of the other guys had heard me. Not that I much cared that they knew that I was bi, I just wasn’t in the habit of broadcasting the fact. But by that time of the day, everyone had already knocked off so the garage was completely empty. “Yes, Duo, like a date.” you’d chucked softly and gave me a soft smile, once again causing my breath to skip and bringing a light blush to my cheeks. “But, but… why?” I’d stammered, earning me a shake of your head, which had sent your platinum locks flowing around your face, along with another heart-stopping smile. “I thought that would’ve been obvious by now.” “Obvious?” “Duo, why do you think I keep coming here every day?” “I don’t know, I just thought you were bored and needed a distraction.” “Oh, I was definitely bored, and you are one hell of a distraction.” you’d come back with, causing my blush to deepen even further from the implication of your words. “But you’re more than just a distraction, Duo.” “I am?” “Yes, you are.” you’d smiled and took one of my grimy hands into your well-manicured ones, giving it a small squeeze when I'd tried to protest. “You are far more.” I hadn’t been able to say no after that and dinner had ended up being perfect, with great food, good wine, and wonderful conversation. It had been the start of an incredible month for me, a month that had me floating on cloud nine and scared to death all at the same time, but one that I would never have given up for anything in the world. A month that had culminated in your making me dinner last night, and offering to make me breakfast this morning. “Zechs.” I breathe. Leaning down, you press a soft kiss to my bare shoulder, causing your hair to fall around me in silken, platinum waves. My own hair is just barely constrained in the remains of my braid, having only just managed to survive our movements so far, but I don’t see it surviving much longer. But that doesn’t even matter only a moment later when you begin to move again, your hand coaxing me to move along with you, and in only a few seconds we’ve established a rhythm both slow and powerful at the same time. Throwing my head back against your shoulder, I bare my neck to your wandering mouth even as one of my hands releases its death grip on your arms, moving downward to instead grip my straining cock. When you latch onto the skin just behind my ear, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, it causes me to arch and squeeze my cock just enough to push me over the edge. With a scream, that I’m pretty sure could’ve woken the neighbors, I feel myself explode both inside and out. A second later, I feel your essence fill me as well, but by then I’m too far gone to care as I allow myself to fall into blessed unconsciousness. ************************* It’s several hours later that I find myself awake again with the first rays of the morning sun beginning to stream though the partially open curtains. For a long moment, I just lay there, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the soft bed. Finally though, I give a luxuriating stretch before rolling to my side only to find that I’m alone. For one split second, I can literally feel my heart drop suddenly. But even as it’s happening, the smell of fresh brewed coffee and frying bacon reaches my still partially sleeping mind, and I remember the promise of breakfast from the night before, bringing a relieved and happy smile to my face. Throwing the covers back, I scramble out of the bed, only stopping to slip on my boxers before heading for the kitchen with a quick pit stop in the bathroom to take care of morning business first. The sight that greets me as I enter the kitchen a few minutes later brings another smile to my face; you’re standing in front of the stove wearing little more than a t-shirt and a pair of boxers with a spatula in one hand and a spoon in the other. You have two frying pans going, one with the bacon I’d smelled earlier, and the other with what looks like scrambled eggs. And as I stand there and watch you for a moment, I hear you humming softly as you cook. A soft, happy tune that I’m sure I’ve heard before but at that moment, I can’t quite place. It doesn’t matter though, I can figure it out later when I don’t have such pressing business to deal with. So, with that smile still plastered on my face, I push off from the doorjamb and cross the room to wrap my arms around your waist. “Good morning.” you tell me, not even pausing for a second in your cooking. “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to stand there all day or if you were going to join me.” “I don’t know.” I say, burying my nose in your hair and breathing deeply. “You put on an awfully good show. I wouldn’t have minded watching for a little longer.” With a deep chuckle that I can feel all the way down to my toes, you lay down the utensils before turning so you can wrap your own arms around me, pulling me even closer. “Did you sleep well?” you ask softly and for some reason, I can hear another question in your voice, one that you want to ask, one that I’m pretty sure you’ve wanted to ask for a very long time now. “Slept like a baby.” I whisper and then I wait, knowing that if you’re ready, you’ll ask. And after a few long, peaceful seconds, you do. “Am I enough for you, Duo? Can I ever be everything you need?” you ask softly into the quiet of the kitchen, baring your heart on your sleeve and I can’t help but smile. Pulling back just enough that I can look up at you, I raise my hand and gently cup your cheek. “Other men said they have seen angels, but I have seen you and you are enough for me.” I tell you before leaning up on my tiptoes to capture your lips in a deep kiss. What else is there to say and when we finally pull apart a few seconds later, I can tell by the way your face lights up with that brilliant smile that caught my attention two months ago that you understand. END
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