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"Thirty One Days "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: drabbles, Thirty One Days of Drabbles,
Three Paragraph Fics, drabble challenge Pairings: Treize/Zechs (Implied) Summary: A challenge of three paragraph drabbles
for thirty one days. Tags will be added when new drabbles are posted
and rating may be subject to change. "Thirty One Days " Answering the Call
He stared at the back of the doorman’s head as the elevator rose to the penthouse floor and tried not to think about what might be required of him tonight, though he was reluctantly aware that he was failing miserably. He cleared his throat as his groin flared with the possibilities and tugged his white gloves over his hands. He studiously examined his reflection in the muted brass of the elevator doors and pressed down a wayward lock of hair, not missing the shift in the doorman’s eyes. He curled his lip, watching shrewdly as those beady eyes looked away, and straightened his jacket. The ding as the lift reached the top floor reverberated off the walls and Zechs swallowed down the lurch in his stomach when the movement ceased. “Your floor, Sir,” the doorman said, bending slightly at the waist in a humble show of respect. Zechs lifted his chin, ignoring him as he strode past and made his way down the softly lit hallway, his footsteps silent on the plush carpeting. He reached the double mahogany doors and lifted his hand to rap his knuckles against the rich wood. “Come in, Milliardo.” Treize’s velvety voice drifted through the door before he could even announce his presence and Zechs cursed softly. How does he do that? He took a deep breath and steeled himself, not sure what he would be met with, or what he would be expected to do, but knowing he would do all of it for the enchanting man who waited behind the door. He wrapped his fingers around the handles, turned them, and stepped inside.
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