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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Drama,
Angst, Introspective, Death, Het, Yaoi Pairings: Une/Treize
(one-sided), Treize/Zechs Summary: They
called her icy. Frigid. Little did they know, she wasn't the frozen
one. "Ice " They called her icy. Frigid. Little did they know, she wasn't the frozen one. Oh, he was warm. He could be very warm when he wanted something from her. Namely to carry out some whim, or another. He knew she idolized him. He knew she was deeply in love with him and he used that to his advantage. He knew how to work her body and get her craving for more. A kiss to her hand, one that would move to her cheek, down her throat to the top of her breasts that peeked out from the gap in her blouse, savoring the hitch of breath that it evoked. He would make love to her with exquisite gentleness, burring soft vowels into the space between her legs as he kissed her most intimate places. Pulling a swollen nipple into his mouth as he drove himself inside her, making her cry out in ecstasy. Cry out in love. Love that was so painful, yet she was so helpless to put a stop to it as he rolled over and feigned sleep, leaving her to clean the remnants of his passion off her skin. Done with her until the next time he needed her to do his bidding. He never kissed her mouth. Not even once. No, he reserved that for someone else. Someone just as icy as he. In that, the two bastards deserved each other. She caught them making love once when she'd gone to his chambers to deliver her reports. She peeked through the crack in the door, heart breaking as she watched the man she'd promised her life to, her soul to, thrusting between the powerful thighs of his general. Those lips she'd dreamed would caress her own, connected to the other man's, kissing him with an ardor she'd never seen him direct towards her. The cracks and fissures that her heart suffered that night froze with tiny crystals of icy, hateful resentment. That the man she'd devoted her life to could just give his love to another, someone who could never love him like she could, consumed her with an abhorrence unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It filled the nooks and crannies of her body like frozen diamonds, harder than Gundanium, coating her bones in glaciers of loathing. And while her body, heart, and mind seemed encased in ice, the one she loved was made from it. Built from the most frigid layers of Hell right down to his mitochondria. Unlike her, he'd never been warm. Callous, cold, uncaring but for that sniveling sycophant who was only waiting for his moment to stab the man she loved in the back. It was a precious kind of irony that things turned out the way they did. While her love had indeed been stabbed, it hadn't been by the one she'd believed would do it. Rather, it had been a child instead. She stepped towards the coffin and laid one single red rose across the ebony top and brushed a finger along the side. "You could have had it all, you fool. But you were too blind to see. Too blinded by your own arrogance to understand. Now, I am free. Free of you, my love." She leaned down until her face hovered over his cold, embalmed one. "May you rot for all eternity. Wherever you are." She pressed her lips against his, shivering with revulsion at the chilled, clay-like texture of his mouth. "You owed me that," she whispered. She turned and walked away, never once looking back.
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