Zechs couldn't believe what was happening. Not only had Duo forgiven him for the murder but he was slowly pushing the former noble back onto the couch with a look of feral hunger on his face. Cold fingers slowly raked down his chest, open his shirt further, baring more skin for exploration.
"Duo," Zechs moaned. He wanted to reach out and touch his lover yet was too afraid his hands would pass through the ghost or he would wake up to find this a dream.
"You can't hold me right now, Zechs," Duo murmured along his stomach making the taller man writhe. "Not yet. Just lay back and feel. I can touch you and that's all we need."
It bothered him to not be able to run his fingers through Duo's hair again. Seemed so unfair. But what in life was fair? Was it fair that he'd been tricked into killing his lover? Was it fair that there was no way to find justice? Was it fair he could never again be worthy of Duo's love?
"Hush," Duo crooned. "It'll all work out, Zechs. Let it go. Let the pain out. I love you and that's all that matters." To prove it, the dead pilot ran his tongue over the last rib on each side of Zechs' chest.
The chilling contact made the platinum blond gasp. He knew extremes of temperature could illicit strong reactions but he'd never guessed it could be so incredible. Just having Duo so close and touching him made Zechs' blood burn. Yet his fingers were like ice cubes along heated flesh.
"Oh God," Zechs moaned. This could not be happening. It had to be a dream. But it felt so good.
"You like that I see." His lover gloated and rubbed his cheek against the older man's cloth-trapped erection.
The ghost's chilling touch should have cooled the fire; however, the fever increased until Zechs couldn't stand it. Five years without any sexual contact. Not even from his own hand. Now, to have so much pleasure visited on him, was too much.
"Duo. Duo." The word and the man were the centers of his world. He reached out instinctively to grab Duo only to find his arms pinned above his head by an invisible force.
"What did I tell you about touching, lover?" There was steel will under the teasing tone.
"Please." He whimpered.
"Once the shoe is on the other foot," Duo laughed while a ghostly hand moved down between the blond's spread legs. "How many times did you reduce me to single syllable words and pleas?"
However, Zechs found himself unable to answer as something that felt like a slick icicle push slowly into his body. His muscles clamped down but it was an irresistible force. The cold spread deeper. Yet instead of damping the fire in his blood, it only made it burn higher.
"Oh God, Duo," Zechs begged. "Please let me touch you. I need to touch you."
"Not this time." Duo purred. "This is my little revenge. I'm going to make you beg. Howl. Then I might just let you come." Zechs twisted in the grip of invisible bonds. "Maybe."
That single cold, slick finger moved around until it stuck a node of nerves. The blond responded by trying again to free himself, but he was held tight. How could something so cold make him so hot? Ice lips traced the lines of his ribs. Zechs tried to reconcile the feeling with the image of Duo kissing his way along the bones. It seemed impossible. As did the fact that he was experiencing all these sensations through his clothing.
"Do you like this?" Duo mumbled against sweaty skin.
At first his lover couldn't answer and he stopped all movement. Which resulted in a desperate whimper from Zechs.
"Do you like this, lover?" he repeated; a bit more forcefully this time.
"Yes."
"Good." And he added a second finger.
After five years, Duo wanted nothing more than to simply take Zechs. As many times as he could until neither could move. However, he also wanted some revenge. Nothing which might harm the man he loved; just make him mad with need. The image of a helpless, needy, desperate Zechs kept him sane during the long five years. Now that he had the former noble at his mercy, he wanted to draw out their time together as much as possible. Already, Duo knew what he had to do once he exhausted his lover fully.
Poor Zechs couldn't move or touch Duo. For so long he'd been sure they were forever parted. To be forgiven wasn't within the realm of possibilities. And yet he was indeed forgiven. More than that. Duo still loved him. Of course, it would have been nice if the mean streak in his nature had died with him. The American could be cruel given a reason. Though this kind of cruel was a deliciously hellish heaven.
Two fingers sisscored back and forth inside him; stretching him far more than needed. But this wasn't only about prep. Those fingers continually brushed against his insides and that nub. Their lack of temperature kept causing his inner muscles to clamp down and the thought of what would happen when Duo finally was inside him, between those muscles, brought a moan from the blond. Would he even be able to feel the penetration? He hoped so!
"Did you miss me, Zechs?"
"Yes. So much." He managed to gasp out between pants.
"I've been dreaming for years about this. You trapped and helpless." He shifted, pushing Zechs' legs apart. "I'm going to make you beg, Zechs."
Something impossibly cold pressed against the entrance to the blond's body. He couldn't help but try to push against it, however, a force still bound him. Cold hands held his hips and Duo leaned forward, slowly, too slowly, entering him. He could feel what his mind identified as ice inching in but without the terrible pain it would normally cause. The freezing invader caused his muscles to viciously clamp down and Duo groaned.
"God, Zechs. You're tight," Duo panted. "No wonder you liked being top."
"B-B-Bottom's not bad either," Zechs hissed back, the feel of Duo inside him sending shivers through his entire body.
It seemed to take an eternity, but finally Duo could move forward no further. Zechs expected him to start moving almost immediately. Yet his lover remained still, a look of dreamy pleasure on his face.
"So hot," he murmured softly. "I never thought I'd be warm again."
For long seconds, then minutes, Duo simply reveled in the feel of heat around him. The fever rising off his lover's skin, the inferno of his insides, and the sheer burning need reflected in his eyes. The longer he waited, the more Zechs wanted him to move. All too soon, the older man was twisting in the grip of Duo's power trying to break free, to free himself of the tension continuing to rise in his body, and cool the fire consuming everything.
Duo exerted just a bit of the power he'd found after death and completely pinned Zechs in place. Legs spread wide in wanton lust. Arms over his head. Clothes askew. In ever there was a poster boy for desire, it was this man. Trapped by the one he loved and helpless to do anything but enjoy the attention as he lost all control.
"Noooooooooo." Was the desperately moaned response.
"I promised to make you beg. Remember?" He moved one hand through Zech's pants to stroke the erection remaining encased in cloth. "You haven't yet."
"Please," Zechs moaned. Had he ever been this cruel to Duo? Ever made his blood molten and denied him?
"Have to do better than that. Beg me to fuck you, Zechs. Beg me to take your body and use you again and again until we both pass out. Beg me to claim you forever." He emphasized each sentence by pulling all the way out and then slamming back in. The tall man would arch with each thrust; his eyes wide and unseeing as no nerve could register anything but pleasure.
Then Duo once again ceased deep inside his whining victim. "Well, lover? Do you want me?"
"Yes! Oh God. PLEASE!"
"Say it." If he would just say it then Duo could bind them. "SAY IT!"
"Duo, please. F-F-Fuck me." He stumbled over the coarse word. "Do whatever you want. I'm yours. Yours." He had no more pride. No more guilt. There was nothing except longing for his beloved; to never leave him, never be made to leave. It might be a foolish thing to wish for, but Zechs loved Duo. True, real love. A gift he'd thrown away once and regretted ever since. "I always want to be with you. Even if it means death."
"Not death, Zechs. Not for a long time yet." There was so much to say. Now, however, was not the time. Already their souls were bound by each man's wish for it; a simple magic that only require acceptance to work. Nothing could separate them again.
Languorously he moved inside the luscious heat of his lover. The pace further exhausted Zechs as he struggled to find completion amid his inability to do more than whimper and cry out his enjoyment of Duo's actions.
Over and over he could feel Duo move within him. For minutes then thirty and then what had to be an hour. Zechs begged for release only to be denied. Duo had plans and apparently they involved driving him insane. Until, at last, he had no more strength; the best he managed was to moan softly with every thrust.
"Remember I love you," Duo whispered, not the least out of breath. His fingers curled one final time around heated flesh gently stroking. "Now."
With a silent howl Zechs came, muscles seizing up along the flesh embedded within his body bring Duo over the edge as well. Time spread out over eternity. Ecstasy blacking out everything as Zechs fell into sated oblivion.
Duo looked down as his mortal lover. Zechs was still, sweat soaking his clothes, looking every inch the ravished man he was. With a sigh the ghost pulled away; Zechs didn't stir. He would be unconscious long enough for Duo to finish his revenge.
Sweeping aside a few strands of hair brought a smile to his face. Zechs just might hate him for what he was about to do. But it would be for the best. Picking up the phone he dialed a number he knew by heart. A woman picked up after seven rings.
"Hello?" Her voice sounded full of confidence as always.
"Well hello, Dorothy."
Shocked silence followed.
"I bet you never expected to hear from me. Shocked? Afraid?"
"A-Afraid?" She slipped a bit but regained her arrogance immediately. "What would I be afraid of, Duo Maxwell? Aren't you the one the Preventers will be after?"
"Not with all the evidence I've collected over the years." Let her stew in that for a couple of seconds.
Silence filled the line. No doubt she was trying to figure out where she'd made a mistake if any.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." A nice bluff. If only there wasn't that tiny bit of fear in her voice.
"Really?" He mocked. "You don't know anything about being trained in disguise? Or the mercs who remember your eyebrows? You did a great job plucking them, but these men notice that sort of thing."
More silence.
"How about your special bank account? The one you opened in my name? The manager remembers forked eyebrows. Guess you didn't get it just right your first time."
The silence was getting profound.
"Or maybe you forgot all the computer traces you left? Someone who really knows computers wouldn't have much trouble digging out what you did. As a matter of fact, I didn't."
There was a growl this time. Small, indistinct, but there.
"Aren't you going to deny it?"
"You seem to have figured out a great deal. What do you want?"
"Don't bother trying to kill any witnesses. They signed sworn statements that will hold up in court."
"Perish the thought. Now what do you want?" She really was growling now. All evidence of the self-assured, arrogant woman was gone.
"I've had to hide for the last five years. Frankly, it's boring."
"Money." Contempt this time and a return of the arrogance. Dorothy thought she knew what she was dealing with. Just another pathetic blackmailer. She could handle a blackmailer. Even if he was a former terrorist and Preventer. Greed made people sloppy.
"Not just a little. I want five million. I should be able to find a nice place and retire."
"Fine." He could hear her thoughts. The dead surrounded her like a miasma; victims of past deeds unable to rest while she lived and prospered. Of course she had no idea. They read her mind and sent her plan to Duo. However, it needed some minor adjustments to fit in with what he wanted.
"But I want you to deliver it."
"Why?" Such suspicion. You would think she didn't trust him.
"I've taken a little revenge on Zechs. I want you to see his body. Just in case you ever have any stupid ideas about trying something."
"You killed Zechs?!" Fear. Good. He wanted her to be afraid.
"Oh yes. It took me all day, but I finally killed him." At least in the Shakespearean sense. So it wasn't a lie. "And I will do far worse to you if you try to double cross me. You ruined my life once with your petty worries and hates. I won't let it happen again."
"Fine. Where are you?" And just like that they were done. She was going to try to kill him. Already the name and number of an assassin was going through her brain. They were going to drive out, drop the killer off about a mile from the house, and Dorothy would keep Duo busy until the man arrived. Duo gave her directions. Things were not going to go according to plan.
About three miles from the cabin, there was a sharp curve. Dorothy would hit it at about sundown. Perfect. Hanging up, Duo checked on Zechs. The beautiful blond was sleeping peacefully, totally exhausted. He didn't wake up as his dead lover bound his wrists, tore his clothes, and used a bit of his power to place a hand shaped bruise on his cheek. There were already dark marks on his hips and thighs. Enough proof to go along with Duo's scenario.
Dorothy found out about Zechs' investigations. Panicked, she hired a man to make it look like a rape and robbery gone fatally wrong. Then they left, thinking no one would find their battered and bruised victim before he starved to death. Alone. No one knew he was there. Perfect plan. Only she missed a turn while leaving and drove off the cliff. These lone roads were just so dangerous.
He waited for several hours simply watching Zechs breathe. There were so many simple enjoyments in life he hadn't thought about until he was dead. Just holding his lover. His smile. The sultry laugh signaling his good humor. Many more.
Too soon he felt Dorothy turn onto the road that would take her to him. Smiling, he moved quickly. At the turn he waited. Dorothy was furious. Raging at the man next to her. Duo was a little nothing. He had to be removed so Relena and Heero could have a life together. With him gone, Heero would be free. On and on she yelled becoming less stable with every passing second.
Making sure to look startled and afraid, Duo appeared on the road in front of her car. Roaring a curse she hit the gas pedal. In her rage, it was easy for him to cloud her mind and make the cliff invisible. The assassin saw it but couldn't stop her. At the last moment, Duo let Dorothy see the truth and her terrified, helpless scream of fury was music to his ears.
He watched them die and the dead souls of their victims drag each into a private hell. Revenge was sweet.
Someone saw the smoke from their car and called firemen, and police who in turn called the Preventers. Duo rushed back to the cabin. Evidence of Zechs' investigation was everywhere and all set thanks to his dead lover.
"Come back and visit, love. But live your life. I'll be waiting when it's time." Then he explained everything to the sleeping man, refusing him consciousness. Tears slowly ran down the former noble's cheeks; this was a parting. Perhaps for the last time.
It didn't take long for the Preventers to show up at the cabin. Une always did have a good feel for coincidence. They found Zechs as planned and jumped to the right conclusion. His lover played the part of wounded hero perfectly. In a few months he was cleared for active duty. For the rest of his life, he was a top agent. Yet every summer, he took two months to visit the very cabin where his best and worst memories were made.
Almost fifty years later, Zechs body was found on the couch in that secluded house. A peaceful smile graced his lips. Thousands of people showed up to say goodbye to the legendary Preventer. Many tried to sell the cabin and it repeatedly brought a high price. However, no one could stay there long. Something about rather loud moans, groans, whimpers, and panting.