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.
In the short cab ride to Zechs's house, the two former pilots spoke little. Zechs had claimed Duo's hand, and sat for the duration of the trip with the hand in his lap, rubbing his thumb over the slender but callused fingers, a slight frown of concentration on his face. Duo was stunned, but respective of the other's mood. [He needs this... and hell, it ain't hurting me any...]
Inside the house, Zechs closed the door firmly, then all but shoved Duo up against it, placing his body against his. "My little beauty," he said in a low, raspy voice, ragged with lust. "Obviously you've been with a man before..."
Duo, wonderfully trapped by that tall, well-built form, snaked his arms around Zechs's waist. He was already tingling with arousal, especially when he felt the other's erection against his belly. [He thinks I'm beautiful?] he thought, his head spinning. "Yeah, sure..." [If you count that one afternoon Wufei and I did some fooling around just for the heck of it.]
Zechs, his palms leaning on the door to either side of Duo's head, looked down into his face, searching the honest, open eyes. "I mean are you a virgin?" he asked.
"Of course not," Duo immediately retorted, then blanched as he realized in what way Zechs was referring to. "Oh, that... uh, yeah, I guess that way I am." [I suppose blowjobs in the back of bars and the occasional tumble with a girl don't count...]
A strange look passed over the handsome features in reaction and Duo thought for a bad moment that Zechs was going to abort this, send him out into the night. Zechs had frozen in indecision, he was sure.
"Duo..." Zechs breathed, nuzzling his face with his nose. "I cannot take that from you... I do not deserve such a gift."
[He's... he's not going to do it!] Duo thought, his thoughts whirling. [Man, on top of this guy actually being a good person, he's a considerate lover? Do I need to be thinking about getting a little more serious about this? Gotta tread carefully here...] "Zechs," he replied, nuzzling back boldly, "then don't. But that doesn't mean you can't make love to me... in other ways. I want that... I want you. Maybe... maybe I need to forget, too..."
Zechs straightened and then stared down into his eyes. To his wonder, Duo gave him a grin then winked at him saucily. [You little thief of hearts,] Zechs thought, feeling the resurgence of desire. "I can make you forget your name," he rasped, then claimed the saucy grin with his mouth, plundering its depths in order to possess it.
Duo responded with renewed eagerness, suddenly just as ravenous. [Oh, yes, make me forget my name, forget the war, forget the other pilots, and forget that I'm anything but your willing lover. Can I be submissive to you? Will you control me, master me and leave me shattered? Or not leave me... ever?] Duo's own need spiked, and his hands roamed up the broad back to fist into handfuls of the silken platinum mass spilling down the older man's back. [Oh, SHIT!] he thought, deliriously excited.
Then Zechs was chuckling deep in his throat as he swung Duo up into his arms and turned to carry him off to his bedroom. "Are you hard for me yet, little demon?" he asked in between kisses.
"Shit, Zechs, yes!" Duo exclaimed, laughing, palming his groin suggestively. And he was achingly hard, aroused as he hadn't been by anyone ever before. No one had quickened him so fast, even in his foolish fantasies about the other pilots.
A moment later, he was set back on his feet, but the large, strong hands did not leave him for a second, working already on his clothes. Duo felt ready to abandon himself, toss off any inhibition. "I want you to... to..." But he didn't know if he could voice it.
"What do you want, sweet Duo?" Zechs murmured, kissing the young man's neck as he stripped him of shirt and pants. "Tell me..."
The subtle note of command in the husky voice did Duo in. "C...control me," he gasped, then hid his face against Zechs's shoulder, wary of the man's response.
Zechs froze and his heart thudded. "You want *me* to control you, Duo? If I understand exactly what you mean by that..."
Duo's heart was pounding. "I...if I was a church-going man, which I'm not, I'd be down on my knees praying to God to forgive me for this, but w...when I first saw you pilot Epyon, I got hard, watching that Gundam's blinding speed and incredible strength. Especially when I learned it was you... m...my enemy. Since then, I've fantasized about... someone controlling me, dominating me like Epyon dominated space and our Gundams." He was breathing fast, fearful of the coming rejection. "Oh, Lord, I can't believe I told you that..."
Zechs responded by holding Duo close to his body, wrapping his arms around the slender form, resting his head atop his. His heart, too, was pounding, and he wondered what magic this little gamin prince was working in him. Finally he could reply. "Now *that*, Duo Maxwell, I really do not deserve."
"This has nothing to do with deserving anything... and I think you're wrong anyway," Duo muttered against his neck.
[Oh, sweet Duo,] Zechs thought, his heart aching. He picked the young man up again and went to sit on the bed with him, placing him close by his side. Then he tipped Duo's chin up and kissed him again, slowly and deeply. When their lips parted, he looked into Duo's wide, trusting eyes. "You shouldn't trust me with something like that so soon, Duo," he murmured quietly. "Perhaps..." Then he shook his head. "I'm sorry, as much as I'd like to... I will not dominate you... like that. It's too much of a gift to give me... right now."
[I was too greedy - damn,] Duo thought, his heart sinking. [Wanting too much all at once...] "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked something like that, Zechs," he replied in a small voice. "Forget I said it. Just... just love me..."
"I can do that," Zechs murmured low, and took him in his arms and claimed his mouth again. They kissed for long, languid minutes, exploring each other's mouths, letting the fire between them build back up again. When they came up to catch their breaths, Zechs whispered huskily, "You taste so good, like fine wine." He resumed removing Duo's clothes.
Duo slid his thumbs up under the lapels of Zechs's suit jacket and drew it over the broad shoulders. "That's funny, I was just drinking wine," he said, and winked again at his lover. He then started in on shirt buttons, sighing as he began to reveal an expanse of golden, creamy skin.
Zechs was busy looking as well, finished with his task. "Exquisite," he murmured, running a hand down Duo's bare chest, admiring the slender, finely muscled form. At age eighteen, Duo Maxwell had grown to a spare 5'7", still compact compared to the 6'2" of the twenty-two-year-old Zechs Merquise. [He fits well against my longer body,] the older man thought.
"Nah, I'm scrawny," Duo countered, hiding his face against the broad shoulder.
"You're still growing, little one," Zechs teased, outlining his ribs. "And you need to eat better."
"Look who's talking," Duo murmured, stripping Zechs of his shirt and tie. He paused to stroke reverently down the man's sides. "You could stand to put on weight, too."
Zechs kissed his forehead and temple. "I lost weight in the war and never gained it back," he admitted.
"You're so beautiful," Duo sighed, then gasped in delight as large hands directed his head downward toward Zechs's chest. Chuckling, he began to lick at the man's nipples, though he shivered when the action elicited a deep moan from the other.
When a hand fingered the length of his long braid, drawing down the line of his spine, Duo shivered yet again with sensation and threw his head back as he arched into the touch. A gasp was drawn out of him as Zechs ran his tongue along the line of his windpipe. "Ohhh.... oh!"
"Have you been with any of the other Gundam pilots?" Zechs murmured, still kissing along the line of Duo's throat. He slid one hand further down to cup a cheek of his ass.
"S...sort of," Duo gasped, squirming against him. "Wufei and I... just some kissing and a little petting. Er, nothing like... this..."
"Hmm, Chang Wufei..." Zechs played with the silken skin on Duo's neck, teasing it with his lips. "I don't think he could possibly taste as good as you do..."
Duo emitted a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan. "Zechs! Ah..." He'd had a retort handy, but for some reason couldn't manage to remember it. "J...just don't stop doing... that..."
"I don't intend to," Zechs whispered hotly against his skin. His very breath seemed to burn. "I want to love you all night long... Duo..." Then his other hand was working the young man's pants open. "All of you..."
Before Duo could work up a suitable reaction, Zechs had him stripped and laid out on the bed, then lay beside him. He was working his own pants open at the same moment he was starting a path of kisses down Duo's chest to his belly.
"Z..Zechs..." Duo sputtered, words failing him. [Shit, he's not just fast in a Gundam! And... all NIGHT? Fuck, at least I get to die happy, right?] Then his back arched and he gasped sharply as his weeping erection was suddenly encased by a warm, skilled mouth and his skin was tantalized by platinum silk. Hands flailing, he grabbed desperately at the hair, managing to clasp two fistfuls and getting a hiss in response from the other man, who nevertheless did not hesitate in his task. [Oh, shit, and he *would* have to be good at this, too!] he thought a moment later, his senses running on high, spiraling out of control.
All too quickly he was screaming the man's name, shooting his seed deep into Zechs's throat. To his astonishment, Zechs held onto him tightly, taking every last drop until at last Duo collapsed. Then Zechs surged back up his trembling body, taking his mouth again... making him taste himself. Duo, still clinging to the hanks of platinum hair, kissed him back fiercely, astonished by the taste of Zechs's saliva mingled with his own fluids.
Then he felt the press of something hard against his hip, and realized with a rush that somehow Zechs had gotten the rest of his clothes off already, and was powerfully hard. Duo wriggled so that he could get a hand around the man's erection, eliciting a quick moan from him as they broke apart from their kiss. Zechs let him stroke it for a short while, then he began thrusting up into Duo's hand as he rolled onto his back.
Just when Duo was thoroughly enjoying the reaction he was getting, Zechs surprised him yet again by getting a hold of his braid and undoing the tie at the end. His nimble fingers made short work of the weaving, then with a low laugh, Zechs drew a curtain of chestnut hair around his young lover, spilling a veil of it onto his own chest and belly. Duo, not to be outdone, used his free hand to pull some of the platinum silk over Zechs's shoulder, then, as he continued to hold the man's erection still thrusting up into his hand, he drew silken strands over throat and nipples.
Zechs didn't last long after that, the long body shuddering as he spurted over Duo's hand and his belly. Duo couldn't help laughing with delight at the convulsive sight, and when he was sure he wasn't going to get his nose bumped by a writhing Zechs, he swooped down to lick him clean, careful to also clean off a few now dampened strands of hair.
Laughing with him, Zechs pulled Duo's mouth to him, and kissed him ruthlessly. When they broke for air, breathing hard but grinning, Zechs brought up a finger to play with Duo's lips. "You little wanton creature, I could eat you alive," he murmured with a roughened voice that made Duo shiver with desire.
"I think you already did," Duo chuckled, nipping at the playful finger. "And you're every bit as wanton. More, please?"
Zechs actually growled at him seductively, eliciting more delighted shivers from the younger man. "I told you, all night long I plan to enjoy you."
"I take it this is helping..." But a large hand over his mouth abruptly stopped Duo's comment. His eyes widened at the reaction.
"Enough talk," Zechs muttered, his glance not quite meeting Duo's. Then he dove in to start working a talented tongue over Duo's nipples.
Duo sucked his breath in sharply. [Okay, he doesn't want to talk about this, fine. Just enjoy the ride, Maxwell, don't think so much...] He filled his hands with platinum hair and sighed deeply. [Ohhhh, so nice...]
Somewhere between the first and second hour, Duo knew he was in serious trouble. Zechs was already learning his body so well that a touch in a particular area could arouse, or a puff of his breath in a sensitive area, or the low, sultry tones of his voice, or even a heated glance, never lingering, but always searing. [I... I could become seriously addicted to this,] he thought, panting in Zechs's close embrace after yet another powerful climax. [I could fall so deeply in love with this gentle, considerate yet wild, sexy man... oh, shit...]
Zechs's lips were tenderly covering his face in tiny kisses. [No lover has even been quite this responsive - what an exquisite prize Duo Maxwell is! If only I could truly let him near, if only I could risk my damaged heart, if only he could be willing to be close to such a cauldron of misery as I am, but no, I must not care... too much. I must not dare to love this little beauty. He has been ruined by sorrow himself too much in his short life...]
The next few hours passed with fewer and fewer words exchanged as each sought only to memorize the other's body, to savor the now with each other as deeply as they could, to love as if they truly were lovers, even to exchanging the signs of love if not the words. The unspoken understanding was that this was for the one night only, though the seeds of deep regret were already planted.
They came together a last, shuddering time, staring deep into one another's eyes with a new wonder, then collapsed into each other's arms, spent. Within seconds, they fell asleep, Duo's head pillowed on Zechs's chest, Zechs's arms cradling Duo against him.