Disclaimer: The characters belong to Sotsu, Sunrise, Bandai Entertainment, I neither claim them nor certainly make any money off them!
Pairing: 6x2
Rating: Lemony in places
Time Setting: Post-series, three years later (minus events in Ground Zero, Blind Target, Endless Waltz as when I started this, I hadn't seen or read about these yet)
Summary: A chance meeting leads to the recovery of a wounded heart.
There wasn't much talk in the shuttle that returned to C-125. Trowa was in charge of Unter, who had to return to the colony to face kidnapping charges. The body of Quinze was being returned to C-125; Danzer would be allowed to pay his respects before the cremation. Heero had taken charge of Judo, to no one's surprise, and they actually were talking a great deal in soft whispers a few rows ahead of the others.
Duo sat beside Zechs, of course, who seemed numb. [I don't know what Quinze meant to him,] Duo thought, slipping his fingers into Zechs's hand. [I think it saddened him to see that man so injured, scarred. But he should be relieved it's all over. We can go home now...]
"Mmm," Zechs murmured as his lover's hand found his. "I wish..." He trailed off, sighing.
[He spoke!] "What do you wish, love?" Duo asked, looking up into his beloved's face hopefully.
Zechs glanced down into the wide, earnest eyes studying him, and gave him a little smile. "I wish I'd met you earlier. I think I have been dead inside for too long, Duo."
"Well, that makes two of us," Duo replied with a sigh, and brought Zechs's hand up to his face, laying the man's palm along his cheek. "I was just existing day to day, no plans for the future, no thought to the past. I wasn't even looking to be with anyone. It just seemed like too much work. I couldn't afford to sit in bars to meet people, and working on my own, I didn't meet many people anyway." He shrugged. "Been sort of a loner, I guess."
"And now?" Zechs asked teasingly, smiling as he caressed the young man's cheek with his long, graceful fingers.
Duo leaned into the touch, his eyes closing. "Now I'm really glad I had those transmitters stacked up so high in my arms that I didn't see the totally gorgeous guy I ran right into. And from there on, I don't exactly know what it was I did right, but I'm really glad I did it because it led to that same totally gorgeous guy leaning over in a restaurant and planting a good one on me. Mmmm, and taking me home was just one big, gooey dessert!"
Zechs chuckled, tapping the younger man's chin with a fingertip. "No, that was you being dessert..."
"I meant *you*," Duo quickly countered, winking. "You were my big, gooey dessert!"
"Gooey?"
"I like it when you get... sticky." Duo ducked his chin and looked up through his eyelashes at the blond man, audaciously seductive.
The platinum brows were drawn together, but Zechs was smiling rather craftily. "Sticky. You know, I like getting you sticky, too."
"Like now?" Duo waggled eyebrows at him, tilting his head in his most saucy expression.
"Demon," Zechs hissed. "Yes, like now!" Suddenly he lurched to his feet and brushed past Duo, heading for the rear of the shuttle.
Duo sat there for three seconds, his breath quickened. "Damn... was that...?" He decided it most certainly was a very pointed come-on from his big, gorgeous blond lover. "Oh, shit," he grinned happily and ran after him.
He found Zechs in the shuttle's restroom, leaning against the mirror, his forehead pillowed on two fists. Locking the door behind him, Duo turned and approached, wary. [Oh, my God, here we go again... oh, Zechs...] He laid a hand on the man's back. "Tell me," he murmured softly.
"It just hit me," Zechs whispered, unmoving. "J...Just now. Duo, is it really over? There... there aren't any more White Fang?"
[Back to therapy,] Duo thought, and began to rub small circles on Zechs's back. "No more White Fang, Heart. We can go back to building a life together. If you still want that."
Zechs unfroze suddenly and turned around to face him, straightening, his eyes strangely haunted. "What?"
Duo crossed his arms over his chest. [So. This was too good to be true after all. Fuck.] "Why are you so concerned about whether there are any more White Fang, Zechs? And why don't you know that everything is all right now?"
Beneath the silken veil of platinum hair, Zechs's face went white. "I..." But the voices in his head decided to take over at that moment: [Because everything is not all right. Because you, Zechs Merquise, you, Milliardo Peacecraft, want to fill your empty life with this angelic creature, want to use him to take your miserable existence and pretend it's working, want to *control*...]
"N...No..." Zechs gasped, placing his palms against the sides of his forehead, his gaze going unfocused.
"Talk to me!" Duo looked at his lover with alarm. [The voices - are they back?? What are they saying to him now?] He pulled on the man's arm, trying to get him to turn toward him. "Zechs, tell me what's wrong, please!"
Zechs pulled away roughly. "No, I can't use you like that..."
Duo's eyes went wide. "Use, what are you talking about, *using* me for what? You're not using me, you love me... I know you do..."
The ice-blue gaze turned back toward him. "Duo, I..." Then he froze again. As he looked deep into those deep blue orbs, Zechs felt a strong rush of love shudder through him. "Y...yes, oh, yes, I do love you," he managed to gasp.
Abruptly he had an armful of Duo. "Keep saying that and remembering that, Heart," Duo exclaimed, hugging the taller man tightly, pressing his face into his shoulder fervently. "Make that your mantra and drown out those nasty voices... and hold onto me, Zechs, hold me tightly and don't let the bad thoughts take you over." He was determined to stop this latest spell of self-recrimination before it got too far.
Zechs wrapped his arms around his anchor, pressing his lips to the chestnut hair. "I know, I will, I will," he further insisted brokenly, his voice harsh. "I... I do know better. I know I... I'm a good man now..."
"Always were, Heart, always were," Duo countered insistently, rubbing his lover's back even as he was nearly trying to climb up the tall body. "Always reach for me when you starting thinking those things, promise?"
"Y...yes," Zechs murmured, welcoming the filling of his senses with the feel of the lithe body against his, the younger man's scent. "I'll reach for you, Duo, my lifeline, my sweet angel, my life..." Then he had to tip up Duo's chin and take his mouth in a soul-searing kiss as if he had to imprint himself upon his incredibly generous lover... and perhaps he did...
Duo wasted no time pulling himself up into the deep kiss, holding on tightly while he let Zechs carry his weight. He wrapped his legs around the man's waist, needing to feel every inch of the tall, lean, muscular body. [God, I want him, need him so badly, shit! Zechs, can I be your love slave? Will you fuck me five million ways into tomorrow?] He let his thoughts run rampant, eager to let the fire blaze up between them again.
[I think, overanalyze too much,] Zechs was thinking, sating himself on the taste of his lover's mouth. [That's that the therapist said. She was right! I don't need to think about this, just act, just give into this...] So give in he did, ravishing Duo's mouth even as his hands slid down to cup his ass.
At last, Duo pulled off his tall lover's mouth to catch his breath, laughing and gasping all in one, his braid sailing as he threw his head back. "Damn, you're so sexy - SHIT!" Squirming eagerly in his arms, Duo wantonly bucked against him, his erection hard in his pants.
"Want you," Zechs managed to gasp before falling to his knees and laying Duo down on the floor. Hastily he glanced at his lover's face; was he moving too fast? But to his delight and relief, Duo was laughing, still partly in his arms, hands linked behind his neck. "Is this all right?" Zechs asked, diving in to nuzzle at his neck, suckling on a fold of skin.
Duo let loose a long, loud coyote yell as his answer.
Back in the seating area of the shuttle, Heero and Trowa exchanged glances at each other. Heero raised a heavy eyebrow; Trowa suppressed a smirk.
Beside Trowa, Denis Unter continued to snore, sound asleep.
Little Judo tugged on Heero's sleeve. "Mr. Maxwell, tell me about your Gundam!"
In the locked restroom, Duo suddenly found his arms removed from around his lover. "Hey, what...!" Then he realized that Zechs was reversing position on him as his bottom was pulled forward. "Whooooooeeeee!" Duo crowed again, then clapped hands over his mouth as he realized it was highly likely he'd been heard. [Heh, Zechs didn't even flinch...]
Then he realized Zechs's groin was right in front of his face. "Whooo, my prize!" he exclaimed a little less loudly and just as Zechs was busily opening his pants on the other end, Duo started working on Zechs's pants, eager to free the hardness awaiting him there.
Zechs sighed deeply as his erection was engulfed in wet heat; releasing a long moan, he bent to take Duo's erection in his mouth, taking it immediately to the root. The fire between them spiraled madly out of control as they sucked avidly on one another, hands gripped each other's ass for support.
There were no voices. Zechs was consumed by and consuming Duo, literally and psychologically, and the ringing of laughter in his ears prevented the bad thoughts from starting up their litany. He accepted in that moment, soul deep, that Duo knew him to be a good person intrinsically, and he trusted in Duo's belief, claiming it for his own belief in himself. Moreover, he began to believe in Duo's love for him and in his own love for Duo, knowing they would be good together and do a lot for each other... for the rest of their lives. And he could feel the love within him at last, feel how strongly he felt about Duo Maxwell. At last.
Duo, lost in enjoying the long, succulent length of his lover's member, reveled in Zechs's apparent abandonment to the sexual energy for which they had so much potential. [When we get home, we'll make love all night and for days,] he thought, deliriously happy. [He gets intense, he says? Damn, I want that intensity! I want him as hooked on me as I am on him. SHIT, this is good!]
All too soon the heat between them had built to fever pitch. Zechs spilled deep into Duo's throat, groaning, and a second later felt the first shot of Duo's cum hitting the back of his throat as well. Both men, though shuddering in their orgasms, finished each other off completely before Zechs released Duo and sat up, immediately pulling Duo off him and up into his arms. He wrapped his arms tight around his little lover, still shaking with the power of what they'd shared. Then he sighed heavily and sought his mouth again.
For a long, long time they kissed, each tasting themselves in their lover's mouth, kissing deep and thorough. Then, breathing hard, Zechs took Duo's face in his hands and broke the kiss, needing to look at him finally. For a long minute, they stared at one another as they caught their breath and a little composure.
Zechs actually spoke first. "That was..." He gulped, trying to make his brain work again.
"Hot?" Duo supplied helpfully, grinning from ear to ear, his hands linked behind Zechs's neck again. "Wild?"
"Damn, good sex," Zechs managed to say, then smiled. "Damn good medicine as well. That is, you are for me."
"Yeah?" Duo gave him his sauciest wink, his fingers playing in his hair. "Hee, hee, Dr. Maxwell performs his magic again!"
"You said it," Zechs replied, then leaned in and kissed him again, though briefly. "We have to collect Deener and then take her back to Peacegarden on C-241. Then, my dearest, darling Duo, we will go home."
"And then?" Duo asked hopefully, snuggling in against his lover's body, literally in his lap.
Zechs looked into the eager, happy face gazing at him and fell in love all over again. "Then I will make love to you, my angel."
Duo stared at him, stunned. "You mean that, Zechs? You really... I mean, all the way? You will?"
The crystalline pale blue eyes shimmered with emotion, but Zechs was smiling. "Yes, my beloved, I will."
"Ah, shit, that's great," Duo sighed happily and burrowed his face into his lover's neck. "Love you, Heart."
"Love you, angel."
A couple minutes later they returned to their seats. To their surprise, Heero was standing in the aisle as if waiting for them. He looked at each of them in turn, unsmiling as they paused to see what he wanted. Then Heero nodded. "Good," was all he said, then turned to sit back down.
Zechs and Duo exchanged puzzled glances. "I can't figure out that brother of mine," Duo murmured, winking.
"I don't think we need to," Zechs replied, smiling easily now. "Heero just *is*."