the fire, the fire still burns,
the heart grows older, but never, ever learns.
The memories smolder, the soul always yearns.
After the fire, the fire still burns.
"After the Fire" by Pete Townshend
Not so long ago, Zechs Marquise would not have come to a place like
this. He'd have ignored this little bar, dark and personal, on the unfashionable
side of town. He would have chosen a place where crowds danced to loud
music under glittering lights. But war and loss and age had made him
crave solitude, silence. Though a stranger's loneliness threatened to
drown him like the rain sluicing down outside, he still sought out a
place where other humans would not impinge too far on him.
He shook the rain off his coat before draping it over the back of the
booth. Sliding into the seat, he smoothed his long, platinum hair behind
his ears out of habit. He looked around the dark bar. A piano and saxophone
combo played soft jazz on a tiny stage in the corner. A few couples
occupied other tables, and a solitary businesswoman read a novel over
With a sigh, he decided that he actually would like some company. He
hadn't become anti-social, just extremely selective about his companions.
The crush of sycophants that surrounded his sister was one reason he
had left Relena's court--call it what she wanted, claiming she
only held civilian office, it was still a court. He didn't want mindless
admiration from toadies who cared nothing for him, only for his position.
Nor did he want constantly to explain himself, his feelings, his motivations.
Better to be alone than to suffer fools.
A waitress approached Zechs, smiling in obvious appreciation as she
realized his face and body matched the magnificence of his hair. "What
can I get for you tonight?"
He smiled in return. "Just coffee, I think." He knew from experience
it wasn't a good night to begin drinking.
She walked away and he finished his survey of the bar. One couple decided
to brave the autumn storm, the girl squealing as they stepped out into
the downpour. The door opened again, and a slight figure dashed in out
of the rain. Zechs' first thought was appreciation; the young man had
a slim, elfin quality about him that he'd always found attractive. Then
the newcomer turned, waved at the waitress as though he were a regular,
and walked toward a seat near the musicians. He caught a glimpse of
wide eyes, deep indigo in the low lights. A long, brown braid hung down
his back past his waist. Recognition jolted Zechs. What was an ex-Gundam
pilot doing here?
The waitress brought his coffee.
"Thank you. It smells wonderful."
"Coffee's good here. Food, too, if you're interested." She lingered
a moment, waiting.
"I'll keep that in mind." He flashed her his dazzling, princely smile.
"That young man who just came in. He looks familiar. Do you know him?"
"Duo?" She rolled her eyes. "He's in here a couple of nights a week,
when he can afford it. Little bit of trouble, that's what he is." She
smiled again, like an indulgent parent. "No, really. He's a good kid.
Behaves himself, most of the time. Tips good when he can."
Zechs looked past the waitress to the booth where Duo Maxwell stretched
out across the seat, hands locked behind his head, listening with half-closed
eyes to the rambling jazz. "What does he drink?"
"Coffee." She raised her eyebrows. "Just like you."
"Yes," Zechs murmured. "Like me." He pulled his gaze away from the young
man, looked up at the waitress. "Would you be so kind as to serve him
a cup of this excellent coffee with my compliments?"
She winked at him. "You got it, sugar. Good luck. You'll need it." She
left him alone again.
What did she mean, he would need luck? He shrugged off her puzzling
comment, redirecting his attention to the former Gundam pilot. His face
had lost its childish roundness and he seemed a bit taller, although
he remained small for his age. A simple white button-down shirt and
jeans replaced the familiar black costume. But those eyes, that hair--the
pretty child had grown into a remarkable young man. Zechs ran his long
fingers along the edge of the scarred wooden table, wondering what chance
had brought his old enemy here tonight.
The waitress reappeared, delivering coffee to Duo's table. He saw the
young man frown slightly as the waitress undoubtedly explained. Duo
glanced toward Zechs, his expression dark and dangerous. Zechs met his
glare with a cool intensity of his own, and the violet eyes widened
in shock. Zechs raised his cup, bowing his head slightly in a silent
salute. After a moment's hesitation, Duo picked up his own cup and crossed
the floor. He slid into the opposite seat.
"So, Milliard Peacecraft. You're just about the last person I'd expect
to see in here." Duo lifted the cup to his lips. "Thanks for the coffee."
He drank, watching Zechs warily over the rim.
"Please. Call me Zechs." He shivered slightly. "I really have no desire
to be connected with my sister's machinations. Whatever they are at
the moment." Although they had tried valiantly, the Peacecraft siblings
did not get on together. Relena enjoyed being a politician, and Zechs
found he had completely lost his taste for intrigue. It was but one
of the things he'd lost after Treize's death.
Duo smiled, a slightly crooked grin that had only an echo of the cockiness
Zechs remembered. "All right, then. Zechs."
Zechs noticed the young man didn't refer to Relena at all, and he wondered
if the rumors about Duo and Relena's betrothed held any truth. If so,
then Heero Yuy was a fool. Zechs drank in the waiflike features of the
young man opposite him. Duo hadn't been wearing a coat when he came
in out of the rain, and his damp shirt clung to him, revealing a body
that was muscular for all its slenderness. Zechs' gaze traveled down
the open neck of Duo's shirt to the thumbprint hollow at the base of
his throat. Through the wet cloth, he could see the tiny nubs of the
young man's nipples, erect from the cold.
Zechs felt his gaze drawn back to those violet eyes, and this time,
he noticed the dark smudges beneath them. The boy looked tired, he realized.
And sad. His slim fingers wrapped around the coffee cup as if he tried
to absorb all the warmth he could from it. A pang of sympathy twisted
in Zechs' belly.
"What are you doing now?" Zechs surprised himself by feeling genuinely
curious. What did a warrior do when the war ended? He hadn't been able
to answer that question for himself.
Duo shrugged. "Not much. Had a few jobs, but nothing real steady. I
just can't get used to being grounded, I guess." He laughed, but the
shadow in his eyes made Zechs think that he wasn't joking.
"It's been hard for me, too." Zechs heard the things Duo hadn't said
aloud. "Are you alone?"
Duo's eyes widened, startled. "Well...yeah, I am...but why...?"
Zechs sighed. "I suppose I wondered if you'd managed better than I.
I find myself uncomfortable in this new, peaceful world."
"Me, too." A look of relief washed across Duo's face. "Man, I haven't
been able to say that to anyone else. They'd think I was crazy. After
all, it's what we fought for, right? But I just don't feel like I fit
anywhere. Y'know?" He looked hard at Zechs, his eyes full of hope that
someone would at last understand him.
"Yes, I do know. A warrior prince is superfluous in this day of world
nations and total pacifism."
"So's a Gundam pilot. They just want to forget we ever existed." Duo
stared out the window at the front of the bar, watching the rain streak
the glass like a flood of bitter tears.
"We're an uncomfortable reminder to them, a reflection of their darkest
natures. No wonder they want to forget about us."
"Well, I can't forget."
Zechs sipped his own coffee. "Nor can I."
Duo shivered, rubbing his hands on his arms.
"You're cold." Zechs thought of all the ways he would like to warm that
delicious little body. His jeans suddenly felt far too constricting.
"It's kind of chilly in here." Duo watched Zechs through his bangs,
his voice suddenly tentative, almost shy. "Do you want to go someplace
Zechs smiled, a little amused by Duo's hesitation. He'd have thought
someone with the boy's looks would have been used to picking up partners.
Then he remembered the angry glare when he'd bought him coffee and the
waitress's warning. Perhaps not.
Zechs stood and put on his coat. "My hotel is across town."
"My place is just around the corner, ‘bout a block down." Duo's cheeks
Zechs reached down and pulled the young man to his feet. He tilted Duo's
chin up toward him, leaned close until their lips almost brushed. "I
know that you don't make a habit of this. You don't have to tell me."
Duo's mouth quivered slightly as Zechs' warm breath brushed across his
lips. "How do you know what I'm thinking?"
Zechs lifted a wet lock of hair off the younger man's cheek. "Because
we're two of a kind, Duo Maxwell."
"Oh, sure." He laughed, his voice shaky. "More like the prince and the
"You'll catch cold if we stand here much longer. Let's go." Zechs fished
a few bills out of his pocket and left them on the table. He slipped
an arm around Duo's thin shoulders, led him toward the door. They went
out together, and as Zechs turned to pull the door shut behind them,
he saw the waitress flash him a smile and thumbs up.
The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle, and street lamps glowed blue
through the watery haze. Cars splashed past, anonymous in the dark.
Zechs drew Duo close to his side, enjoying the feel of the lithe body
pressed against him. His fingers toyed with the long braid.
He'd always thought Duo alluring. He and Treize had sometimes amused
themselves by speculating on the merits of each of the Gundam pilots,
and of the five, Duo had been his own favorite topic. Of course, Treize
could speak from experience in at least one case, but that pain had
almost faded, like an old scar that's more familiar than troublesome.
Still, perhaps he could finally even the score, write the end to their
competition. Fool, he chided himself. Treize is dead, and
you still can't let it go.
Half way down the block, they turned the corner onto a quieter street.
As they passed under a store-front awning, Zechs pushed Duo against
the wall in the recessed doorway of the closed, shuttered business.
He knew it was a chance, being this bold, but he was willing to gamble
that Duo would respond to a show of strength.
"Zechs?" The smallest hint of fear tarnished Duo's voice.
You're taking a risk. What if he doesn't want this? Zechs ignored
the voice in his mind and pulled Duo into his arms, pressed his mouth
against the boy's velvet lips. He traced them with his tongue, gently
working them open. As he tongued Duo deeply, he ran his hands along
the young man's back, cupping his rear. The kiss grew hotter as Duo
responded, searching out Zechs' mouth with his own tongue. Zechs groaned,
then slid one hand down the front of Duo's jeans, rubbing firmly until
he felt Duo's erection swell against his hand.
His own breathing became difficult as he made a decision. If he hadn't
read this little ex-pilot as well as he thought, he could very well
find himself with his throat ripped out. His fingers pulled on the boy's
zipper, giving him the access he craved. Still devouring that hungry
mouth, he worked Duo's jeans down around his hips, sliding a hand down
the back of his waist to caress a bare buttock. The other hand invaded
the front of Duo's open jeans. Duo gasped and bucked as Zechs' fingers
brushed the swollen head of his cock, and Zechs felt a sudden wet droplet
oil his fingertips. Smiling at the boy's response, he wrapped his hand
around the young man's shaft and pumped him slowly.
"Shit...Zechs..." Duo groaned as Zechs increased his speed. "What if
someone sees us?"
Zechs lifted his hand off Duo's backside, tugging his jeans and underwear
to his thighs. "Then they'll see what they're missing, because I won't
share you." Zechs reached behind Duo's bare ass, sliding his fingers
down the divide between the globes of his bottom until he found the
small opening there. He swirled his middle finger around the rim, pushing
steadily on the closed ring of muscle. Swallowing Duo's moans, he slowly
worked the tip of his finger inside up to his first knuckle.
"How would you feel if someone were watching this?" Zechs murmured,
his mouth against Duo's. With his other hand, he pushed down the front
of Duo's jeans so that he stood completely bare from his waist to his
thighs, only Zechs' body blocking him from being exposed to anyone on
the street. A sense of power rushed through him at having Duo so totally
in his control. Zechs stroked Duo's quivering cock, rubbing the sensitive
ridge with perfect pressure. "What if I moved aside and let everyone
see what I'm doing to you?"
"God, Zechs..." Duo rocked his hips, pushing back against Zechs' invading
finger, rubbing his hardness against the prince's other hand. Zechs
let him find his rhythm, working his finger farther inside as Duo rocked
against him. "Don' care...just don't stop..."
"So sweet," Zechs whispered against Duo's ear. "And so hot. How long
has it been for you, little one?"
"A l-long time." Duo shivered against him, but not from cold, Zechs
guessed. "Not since...not since Heero..."
"Poor, hungry baby." Zechs took control again, fucking Duo's ass with
his finger and pumping his cock in a choreography of lust.
Duo whimpered, his answer rendered unintelligible by desire. He slumped
into Zechs, his arms weakly circled around the tall man's neck. Zechs
used his own body and the wall behind them to support him, afraid he'd
fall otherwise. With his finger buried to the hilt in Duo's body, he
searched for the seat of his pleasure. As he brushed against the hidden
treasure, he continued to pump the swollen, twitching cock with his
other hand. He felt the lean, little body tense on the edge of ecstasy,
needing only a nudge to fall over the precipice. Zechs thrust hard into
the tight entrance, rubbing his hand along the length of the dripping
shaft. With a sob, muffled against Zechs' coat, Duo exploded into Zechs'
hand. Zechs felt his partner's knees fold under the violence of his
orgasm and quickly freed his hands, sliding them around Duo's slender
waist, holding him up.
"D-damn." Duo panted against his chest, still shaking from the aftershocks
of his passion.
Zechs pulled up the young man's jeans, careful of his still-sensitive
shaft. He took his handkerchief out of his coat pocket, cleaned them
both up, then zipped Duo's pants. Before he released him, Zechs planted
another kiss on the young man's swollen lips, this one as tender as
he had been demanding only moments before.
"I'm sorry, Duo. That was presumptuous of me." He nuzzled his cheek
against the brown hair. "I just couldn't wait to touch you."
"S'okay." Duo still leaned against him. "I didn't mind."
Zechs chuckled deep in his throat. "You didn't seem to." He wrapped
his arms around the fragile-looking form. God, he'd been so eager--but
so unsure of himself at the same time. Doubt suddenly assaulted him.
Had he moved too quickly? He'd been so hungry himself for the feel of
that sweet flesh. He really hadn't given the boy a chance to object.
Treize would have handled this better. Treize...
He choked, unconsciously tightening his hold on Duo. As if he sensed
his partner's anguish, Duo looked up at his face, a line of concern
drawn between his brows. "Zechs? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He released his hold, but Duo sidled up to him again. Relenting,
he put his arm around the slim waist. "I was only thinking."
"Then stop it. Too much thinking isn't good for a person." He grinned
up at Zechs, the cheeky, exuberant smile that he remembered.
"Excellent advice. Now, I've kept you out in the wet far too long. Where
is this place of yours?"
Duo's hand shook slightly as he unlocked the door of his apartment.
He felt Zechs' warm body behind him, a bulwark between him and the dismal
night, and he thought he'd never get the door open soon enough. He fumbled
with the key, swearing nervously, knowing that he looked like an idiot.
Zechs reached around him and took the key out of his hand, fitting it
into the lock without difficulty. Duo started to turn the deadbolt when
he felt Zechs' lips brush the back of his neck. He almost collapsed
into the door.
"You gotta stop that." He swallowed and took a deep breath, steadying
himself. "Or do you just have a thing for doorways?"
"I have a thing for you," his blond knight murmured against his ear.
Duo closed his eyes. He didn't understand it, but every time Zechs touched
him, he felt consumed. He'd been lost from the moment he'd seen him
across the bar. It seemed to him he'd been pulled across the floor by
the sheer force of the man's presence. He could no more have resisted
Zechs downstairs on the street than he could have held off a unit of
Leos without his Gundam. And he didn't want to. That part surprised
him. He hadn't wanted anyone since...Heero.
Heero. Duo clenched his fist, feeling the urge to punch something, his
usual response when he thought of his ex-lover.
"Duo?" Zechs turned the deadbolt for him. "Are you all right?" The taller
man laid his hand on Duo's shoulder. "If you don't want me to stay,
you only have to say so."
"Don't be a dope. I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't want
you to stay." He finally got the door open. "C'mon in."
For a second, his hand hesitated over the light switch. The place really
looked better in the dark, especially to someone used to palaces. At
least he had a decent view. He liked looking at the city at night. Oh
hell. Screw the lights.
He took Zechs' coat and hung it in the narrow closet by the door, rubbing
the soft wool between his fingers. That coat probably cost more than
he'd made in months. What could a guy like Zechs want with a street
rat like him?
Zechs had gravitated to the huge window that dominated the room. He
stood looking out at the city, one hand resting lightly against the
glass. In the darkness, his platinum hair glowed like a beacon, his
features shadowed and still beneath the moonlight curtain of his hair.
Even in jeans, a casual shirt, and loose tie, he looked like a prince.
Duo's stomach jumped as though he'd just been thrown into zero-g.
"It reminds me of space." Zechs gazed out at the glittering pinpoints
"Me, too." Duo stole behind Zechs, boldly wrapping his arms around the
man's waist. Zechs took his hands and pulled him tight against his back,
folding his own arms over Duo's. Duo rested his head against Zechs'
shoulder. "That's the reason I like it here. It's as close as I can
get to the real thing."
"Do you miss it that much?" Zechs rubbed his thumb across Duo's wrist.
"Why don't you go back?"
"Didn't you know?" A year's worth of bitterness distilled in his voice.
"Relena grounded us. We're a ‘threat to the peace of the Earth and the
colonies.' They want us where they can keep an eye on us. We can't even
leave the planet without a special permit. Except for Heero, of course.
And Quatre. I guess he's got more money than her, so he can get around
her. But me, I'm nobody. So I'm stuck."
"I'm sorry, Duo. I didn't know she'd be so vindictive." Zechs sounded
sad, but not surprised. "It must be hell for you."
"I'm getting used to it."
"Liar." Zechs turned and pulled Duo into his arms. "You're like me.
How can we expect a planet to contain us when infinity couldn't?"
Duo's eyes burned and his throat constricted. "Zechs...talk about something
Zechs cupped his hands around Duo's face. "As you wish." He leaned down
and kissed him, long and sweet. "Better yet, let's not talk at all."
He dropped his hands to Duo's damp shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, sliding
it off his shoulders, then peeled off his jeans with equal care. Zechs
stepped back, studying Duo's body. Duo thought that he should have felt
self-conscious, standing naked before his prince this way, but instead
he felt as though he had been born for this moment.
"Take down your hair for me, little one." Zechs smoothed his palm over
Duo's shoulder, watching intently as Duo obeyed. When Duo had finished,
Zechs raked his fingers through the thick tresses, wrapping the strands
around his hand. Duo tipped back his head, bemused by the electricity
that sparked through his spine. No one had ever treated his hair as
though it were more than an annoyance, but Zechs acted as if it were
a toy, something that existed only for his pleasure. Zechs made a leash
of the absurdly long lock in his grasp and tugged Duo toward him.
Duo felt his will dissolve as he melted into the embrace. He freely
submitted to the hands that roamed over his body, arousing him as thoroughly
as if they hadn't brought him to climax scant minutes ago. Zechs bent
slightly, sliding one arm under his knees, another behind his back,
scooping him up as easily as though he were a child. Duo nuzzled against
the pillar of his neck, nipping at the tender flesh. His prince tipped
back his head, his blond hair spilling over his shoulder onto Duo's
chest. It brushed against his aching nipples, teasing him like a whip
of silk threads.
"Where's your bed, my darling?" Zechs punctuated the question by lapping
at Duo's ear, laving it with his tongue.
Duo arched his spine at the warm, wet touch. "In there." He pointed
to his bedroom door.
Zechs laid him on the mattress. For a moment, he merely stood over Duo,
looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Then he bent over him, gently
lifting Duo's wrists, stretching his arms over his head. He removed
his necktie and lightly bound his wrists together. Duo's breath quickened.
He never thought to question Zechs' right to control him. This was his
prince, and what his prince commanded must be so.
Zechs smiled, rubbing his thumb lightly across the boy's lips. Duo flicked
his tongue along the pad, feeding off the taste of his lord's flesh.
Zechs allowed him to suckle for a moment, then rubbed his wet thumb
over Duo's nipples, teasing them until his poor subject squirmed and
"Shhh." His blond god laid a hand on his belly to still him. Again,
he obeyed without question. Zechs reached under his knees, lifting them,
positioning him with his knees bent and spread wide. He leaned down,
delivering a trail of kisses along the tender flesh of Duo's inner thighs.
"Do you have any wine?"
"Huh?" Duo blinked, confused.
"Wine." Zechs traced his fingers over Duo's hip, up his side with a
teasing, ticklish pressure. "Do you have a bottle here?"
"In the f-fridge." Duo drew a stuttering breath.
"Don't move," his prince commanded him, leaving him lying open and vulnerable.
Duo heard the refrigerator door open and shut. He closed his eyes, waiting.
He felt the bed give and looked up to see Zechs pouring a glass of white
wine. "Drink," he ordered, holding the glass to Duo's lips.
Duo opened his mouth and a trickle of cold, sweet wine played across
his tongue. He swallowed, and again as Zechs poured yet another libation.
Zechs tipped the glass a third time, but not into his mouth. He gasped
as the chilled wine splashed across his nipples, groaning as a warm
tongue lapped it up, swirling circles around the sensitive nubs of flesh.
Zechs poured a thin stream from Duo's chest to his navel, following
the trail with his mouth, the paradox of cold and warm wetness making
the boy wild with need.
Duo tensed, waiting for the chilly contact against his belly. When it
came, he twitched and moaned despite his efforts to prepare himself.
He felt the wine trickle maddeningly between his legs, his body igniting
as he imagined Zechs' mouth drinking from him there. Zechs moved his
lips over the quivering flesh of his belly, their touch firm and heated.
He sucked the drops that pooled in Duo's navel, swirling his tongue
into the delicate indentation until Duo felt the pressure clear through
Zechs poured another glass. He slipped a hand under the back of Duo's
head, carefully lifting him a little off the bed. He offered a sip of
wine, then took one himself, then placed the glass against Duo's lips
yet again. Silently, eyes locked in an inferno of desire, they shared
the wine until the glass emptied. Then his prince gently lowered Duo's
head back onto the bed and filled the glass a third time.
Duo's chest constricted, and he gasped for breath, anticipation torturing
him. Zechs made him wait, drawing the cold glass along his inner thighs,
the curves of his buttocks. Duo shivered, straining upward with his
hips. He heard his own voice, as if from a great distance, begging softly.
Without warning, Zechs tipped the glass, bathing Duo's genitals in a
rush of cold wine. The shock of the chill liquid made him cry out, but
the wail died to a moan as his prince began to suck the wine from his
shaft, licking the drops with long, provoking strokes of his tongue.
His head spun from the wine and his yearning, his entire existence suddenly
focused on the firm, arrogant mouth that engulfed him.
Zechs cupped Duo's knees with his powerful hands, pushing them back,
exposing him more fully than ever. Duo wriggled, wanting to touch the
silken strands of hair that tantalized his belly and thighs. Zechs shook
his head, pressing Duo's bound hands back to their place on the bed.
Accepting the precious opportunity to lie helpless beneath his prince's
desire, Duo willingly allowed himself to be controlled.
Zechs teased his shaft with his fingers until the hard length twitched
against his hand as if it had its own life. He bent low, licking the
drops that leaked steadily from the tiny slit as though they were of
a sweeter vintage than the wine. Still spreading Duo's legs with one
hand, he took the nearly empty wine bottle in the other. Patting Duo's
thigh in an unspoken command to hold his position, he poured the last
drops of wine from the glass down the crevice between Duo's upturned
buttocks. Duo's eyes widened as he realized how Zechs intended to use
the bottle, a last protest dying unborn on his lips as the cold glass
pressed against his entrance.
Zechs pushed slowly but inexorably against him. He shuddered, his body
resisting the onslaught, but his prince was unrelenting. The warmth
of flesh juxtaposed with the hard chill of the bottle as a finger worked
into him, opening his gate to the battering ram of glass. The round
mouth of the bottle entered him, and he tried to escape the burning
pain that accompanied its invasion. Whimpering, he pulled his hips back,
but Zechs pushed another inch of the bottle past his protesting muscles.
He screwed his eyes shut, breathing in shallow gasps, as his prince
ruthlessly plundered him.
The feather touch of fingers on his cheek startled him, and he opened
his eyes. Zechs watched him from within the veil of his fine hair. "Shhhh,
baby," he said, his voice soothing. "Trust me that I won't harm you.
And if you cannot take this slender bit of glass, how can you possibly
hope to take me?"
Duo closed his eyes again. It had always been his secret shame, this
need to be controlled, to be instructed. He wanted nothing so much as
to belong completely to someone. He couldn't question how Zechs seemed
to know, how he saw into Duo's soul and drew the need out of him. He
only knew that in obedience to his prince he might find salvation.
He gave himself over to the burning pressure between his buttocks, relaxing
until the sensation of being filled became first pleasure and then ecstasy.
Zechs fucked him slowly with the bottle, pulling it out until the ridged
lip stretched him open, then pushing it into him, the smooth glass walls
slick with wine, the long neck of the bottle completely buried in his
With a last, gentle push, Zechs worked the bottle into him more deeply
than ever. "Now, little one, keep it there," he ordered, untying Duo's
wrists as he spoke. The bottle slipped out of him a little despite his
efforts to hold it in place, and he raised his eyes to his prince in
mute apology. Tell me...tell me what to do. I'll do anything you
"It's all right, darling. You will learn." Zechs guided his hands to
the bottle, placed them around its girth. "Push," he commanded, his
voice low and husky.
Duo obeyed, recovering the length he had lost.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed down with his hips as his hands held the
bottle steady. He could feel himself stretching wider as the diameter
of the bottle swelled.
Duo felt himself sweating with the effort of holding the glass column
"Excellent." Zechs bent to kiss the swollen head of his cock, jutting
in a hard, aching pillar from its soft nest of chestnut curls. A warm
flood of pleasure washed him at Zechs' words, and he realized how much
he had feared disappointing his prince.
Zechs pried his hands off the bottle that still thrust into him. "Let
me watch you pleasure yourself, my little one. Show me how you like
to be touched."
The last vestige of his will dissipated under his prince's gentle command.
Craving only his master's approval, Duo obeyed, pumping his erection
with abandon even as his ass still gripped the wine bottle. He felt
the bed give and opened his eyes to see Zechs standing above him. His
stroking faltered. "Z-zechs?" he whimpered, reaching for his prince
"Hush. I'm not going anywhere." Smiling in reassurance, his prince began
slowly to remove his own clothes. As he revealed the broad, smooth muscles
of his chest, Duo's hand moved faster against his own arousal. Languidly,
he pulled down his jeans, revealing his taut stomach, his powerfully
muscled thighs, his long, lean legs. In the midst of this glory rose
his maleness, hard and ready. Duo's eyes widened, understanding why
his prince had used the bottle to prepare him.
Hands resting on his hips, his ice-blue eyes burning with intensity,
Zechs watched him touch himself. He'd never done this in front of anyone,
not even Heero. Surprised at how it excited him to display himself this
way, he increased his efforts, his breath growing ragged, his body taut
Zechs moved closer. "Don't stop. I want to see you come." Duo pulled
on himself, running his thumb over the red, glistening head of his cock,
his attention divided between the rising tide of his own need and his
prince's demand to hold his glass substitute within him. Zechs reached
under him, lifting his hips so that the bottle tilted. The remaining
wine gushed into him, spreading its cold fire through his insides. With
a dizzying cry, Duo flung back his head, his orgasm hitting him with
crushing force. For an eternal instant, nothing was real but the flames
of pleasure that lifted him on their scorching gale, threatening to
burn the flesh from his bones. As the firestorm subsided, he felt cool
hands soothing the last tremors of his climax from him.
"Relax now," the throaty voice of his prince instructed him, gently
withdrawing the pillar of glass from his body.
Duo lay completely spent. If a whole squadron of mobile suits had surrounded
the building, he couldn't have moved. Exhausted, he let Zechs gather
him up, too tired even to return the embrace.
"Worn out so soon?" Zechs teased him, kissing the tip of his nose. "We'll
have to work on your endurance."
Duo managed a smile, summoning enough strength to nuzzle against the
satin of Zechs' hair. For a time, he lay as weak as a newborn in his
prince's arms. So strong. I want someone else to be strong...
for me, for a while.
Zechs' skin met his, their bodies pressed together, and Duo became aware
of the heated pole pushing against the small of his back. "Zechs!" He
struggled out of the blond man's arms, wiggling around to face him.
"God, I'm so sorry!"
Platinum brows drew together in genuine bewilderment. "Sorry? About
"Well, you're still...I mean, you haven't...damn, Zechs, I've come twice,
and you haven't..."
Zechs smiled, understanding replacing confusion. He combed his fingers
through the heavy curtain of Duo's chestnut mane. "Little one, don't
be concerned about me. Do you think I didn't take joy in watching you?"
He captured Duo's mouth in a tender kiss. "And I'm not finished with
you yet. I'm merely letting you recover your strength."
"You always were a master tactician, Lightning Count." Duo pressed himself
back into the tall man's embrace, snagging a long leg with his own,
twining their bodies together.
"Then prepare for the next battle," Zechs whispered, flipping Duo to
his back and pinning him against the bed.
Zechs wondered at himself. He had never felt so...so forceful before.
Of course, Treize had never allowed him so much power. But the little
waif beneath him surrendered himself over and over, as if sensing his
need to command, to protect. Dear God, what a gift that was, even more
precious when he considered the giver. Submission was as foreign to
Duo Maxwell's nature as to his own, and yet he submitted himself to
Zechs without hesitation.
Zechs leaned up on his elbows, unwilling to force his entire weight
on that slight body. He devoured Duo with his gaze, fixing the moment
indelibly in his mind. Duo reached for him eagerly, but he struggled
to keep his eyes open. He'd observed this tendency in the boy during
the war, the pilot pushing himself far beyond the limits of his body
in order to fulfill his mission. But the war had ended and with it their
need to keep punishing themselves. As badly as he wanted to make love
to his little one, he could wait.
"Duo." He liked the way the name felt on his lips. "You are about to
He laughed. "So wake me up."
"And how flattering that will be to me, to have to wake you continually
while I'm making love to you. No, my darling. I want you to rest. We
A soft sheen covered the impossibly violet eyes. "Zechs..."
"Hush." Zechs tugged at the worn comforter that covered the bed. He
wrapped them both in it, a cocoon of warmth. He smoothed Duo's tangled
hair away from his face, then cuddled him close. "Now sleep, little
"All right. Since you insist." Duo snuggled against him. "But not too
Zechs kissed the top of Duo's head as if he were a child tucked in for
a nap. "Even my self-control has limits."
"Glad to hear it. I was beginning to...wonder....beginning to wonder
if you were human." Duo burrowed into the warmth, his voice slurred
with fast-approaching sleep.
Zechs didn't answer, and in a few minutes, felt the rhythm of the young
man's breathing change to a slow, regular pattern. He lay still, afraid
to move for fear of breaking the spell that had granted him the precious
weight in his arms. The sounds of the night and the city surrounded
them, a gust of wind that spattered rain against the window, the distant
scream of a tire. He felt as much as heard the jets of a shuttle departing
from the spaceport, reminding him of Relena's punishing decree.
What had possessed her? She had Heero. Quatre Winner she dared not touch,
nor his lover. Chang Wufei--the name twisted in his chest, and
he swallowed against the hurt--had disappeared, perhaps seeking
solitude to atone for the death of the man they'd uneasily shared. It
was as though she were determined to take everything from Duo, even
escape, so that he would know he'd lost to her. And to think he'd once
believed her more worthy of the Peacecraft legacy than he.
He'd told Duo that Earth could not contain men like them. He was right,
especially an Earth where the scion of pacifism could use her power
for so small and mean a purpose as to hurt the boy whose only crime
was that he'd once dared love her beloved. He was, in his own words,
nobody. Zechs fingered the threadbare edge of the comforter. What had
she to fear from him?
Rain pounded furiously against the window as another storm moved in.
Lighting flashed, throwing the sparsely furnished little room into pen-and-ink
relief. Thunder rumbled, shaking the apartment, and Duo whimpered in
his sleep. Zechs murmured a soft assurance, pulling the cover back over
the boy's bare shoulders. Lightning struck nearby with a loud crack,
thunder exploding on its heels. With a cry, Duo sat up, fighting his
way free of the blanket and Zechs' arms.
"Duo!" Zechs shook him lightly. "Wake up! It's just the storm, baby.
It's only thunder." He crooned softly, stroking his hand against Duo's
cheek until recognition returned to the boy's eyes.
Duo blinked, owl-eyed in the dark. "Zechs?"
"I'm still here. It's all right."
Duo's shoulders sagged. He hugged his knees, resting his forehead against
them. "Of all nights..." he mumbled.
Zechs massaged the tense shoulders. "What do you mean?"
"Just my luck, that there'd be a storm. And you'd see..." He stopped,
his voice thick with shame.
"Are you embarrassed? Look at me." Zechs lifted Duo's chin. "Why?"
"It's the thunder and lightning. It's like canons, like when the church..."
Duo pulled away, rolled on his belly, and clutched a pillow.
The church? "Baby, I'm sorry, I don't...Oh." Understanding flashed
on him like the lightning. Maxwell Church. "I see." Zechs pulled
Duo back to him.
"It was a long time ago. It's just storms, they always...oh, forget
Duo rolled onto his back, captured Zechs in a rough kiss. "You promised
to love me again. So do it."
Zechs' need spiked as he fed on that demanding mouth. A ravenous demon
had replaced his submissive angel. Zechs groaned as Duo ground their
hips together, rubbing their cocks against one another. Frantic hands
grappled at his shoulders, his back. The scents of sweat and sex and
Duo mingled, inseparable, as Zechs buried his face in the tangle of
his lover's hair. He fastened his mouth on that beguiling spot at the
base of the little demon's throat, sucking fervently, his tongue whipping
tiny circles over silken skin.
Duo moaned, clinging fiercely to his blond lover. He dug his fingers
into Zechs' buttocks, pressing upward with his own body until both men
panted from delayed desire.
Zechs thrust a knee between Duo's legs. He pushed his thigh into his
lover's groin, rolling his knee against the firm-fleshed balls. Duo
rode against him, rubbing himself on Zechs' heavy muscles.
Zechs levered himself to his knees. He had to find something to use
for lubrication now, before his mind deserted him entirely. He heard
Duo's sobbing pants of frustration as he staggered to the bathroom and
fumbled through the medicine chest. Duo had had a lover, surely there
was something...ah. In the back, pretending to be forgotten, he found
a half-used tube of jelly. Returning to the bedroom, he knelt over the
boy's spread figure.
He captured one of Duo's hand and squeezed a dollop of gel into it.
Then he held the hand to his own cock and rubbed. Duo took to the task
with enthusiasm, smearing the jelly over his entire length. Zechs dabbed
more of the jelly on his own fingers, massaging the tight opening with
lubricant. Duo groaned at the touch, but when Zechs pulled back, Duo
grabbed his hand.
Violet eyes gazed into his own, fully aware of what they requested.
His demon, his angel reached for a strand of platinum hair that fell
forward over his shoulder. Rubbing the lock of hair lightly between
his fingers, Duo looked up at Zechs. "Fuck me, my prince."
Zechs needed no other encouragement. He plunged into Duo's tight body,
pushing his little one's hands flat against the bed, riding him with
all the fierceness of his overdue passion. Duo strained against him,
urging him on.
"Harder, Zechs....ah, God..." Duo begged, locking his legs around Zechs'
waist. "I need you to do it hard..."
The bed shook with their efforts as Zechs claimed his little one, his
demon, his Duo, pounding their bodies together until both screamed.
He circled his hand around Duo's dripping cock, pumping him with the
same rough rhythm as his thrusts, drawing frantic, mewling cries from
his lover with each movement. Duo's body gripped him, stroking his hardness
with silk as he rocked inside him.
"Oh, my little one..." Zechs bore down into Duo's most secret places,
pummeling him from the inside out. "You are so perfect."
"Zechs..." Duo sobbed his name, clawing at him in the urgency of his
Zechs surrendered to his own passion, grasping Duo's hips with bruising
strength and plunging into his narrow cavern with loving violence. Duo
cried out, his voice raw with pain and pleasure, imploring Zechs for
his release between squeals. Zechs drilled him, fucking him as hard
as he'd ever ridden any lover, determined to wring the last bit of strength
out of his little one, to leave him totally drained and helpless.
"Mine," he growled with each thrust, "...no one else...does this...to
you. Do they, little one?"
Violet eyes glazed over with wanting. "No one...my prince...only you..."
Duo was dying and living and dying again, he was a prisoner and he never
wanted to escape, he was being tortured and he never wanted it to stop...Zechs
became his master, his world, his god...he'd been claimed at last, the
orphan had found his home.
Zechs' fingers dug into his shoulders as he drove into him with punishing
force. Duo met him at each crest, handing over piece after piece of
his soul until he had nothing left to give. With a last thrust, he pinned
Duo to the mattress, his mouth devouring Duo's with bruising strength.
Duo felt emptied and filled at the same time, pouring himself out in
offering to his prince, his god even as he was replete with the other's
Zechs collapsed on him, nuzzling against his neck, his chest heaving
as though he'd just fought a battle. Duo hesitantly put his arms around
the muscled torso, rubbing Zechs' sweat-glazed back.
"Mmmmm...." Zechs purred contentedly, stretching like a huge tomcat.
Opening his eyes, he smiled lazily at Duo. He put his hands on Duo's
waist and rolled them both to their sides, then folded Duo into his
embrace. For a few minutes, neither spoke as they cuddled together.
Duo clung to Zechs, glad for the darkness. If Zechs saw the need in
his eyes, it would only push him away. Duo knew he wanted too much,
grasped too hard, clung too closely. He'd driven Heero away by demanding
more than his lover could give. He wouldn't make the same mistake this
time. He would take whatever Zechs offered and not ask for more. Even
if it were only this one night. Even if it killed him.
Thunder still rumbled in the distance. Zechs' arms tightened around
him at the sound while he murmured comforting words in Duo's ear. As
the sweat cooled on his body, he trembled, and Zechs pulled the covers
around them. He snuggled against the prince's broad chest, his cheek
warmed by the bare flesh beneath it.
"Sleep now, baby," Zechs ordered, his voice low with his own exhaustion.
"Yes, my prince." Duo relaxed, his hand wrapped around a lock of soft,
platinum hair. He fell asleep to the sound of rain drumming softly against
Rain rattled at the glass. Duo groaned. He was so tired of rain. He
began to burrow his head under his pillow, but his aching body protested.
Shit, he was sore. Why...last night. The fog of sleep lifted and he
remembered last night. He rolled over, reaching for Zechs--and
discovered the bed was empty.
He sat up, a fear he recalled far too clearly gripping him. He tried
to call, "Zechs?" but it came out a strangled whisper, as if he were
trying to scream in a nightmare. Holding the gnawing panic at bay, he
slid out of bed, padding to the coat closet by the front door. He opened
Zechs had gone.
Pain, both immediate and remembered, speared him, nailing his heart
to the floor. Never going to learn, are you?
Whimpering, he staggered back to his bed, trying to get warm under blankets
that still smelled like lust. He didn't think it could hurt this much
twice in one life. Stupid, stupid...it was one night. The prince
and the pauper. What did you expect? Trying not to think, not to
feel, he huddled into the covers and shivered.
The front door creaked open. Duo sat up at the sound. He was afraid
to look, but he had to. If he didn't, he'd lie here and convince himself
that the door hadn't blown open, that Zechs had come back. He knew the
games his mind played with him, and he couldn't face the hurt of those
kinds of fantasies again.
He sat with his feet on the floor, gathering courage to face the truth,
when a voice like velvet called his name.
"Duo? You're awake." Zechs sat down on the edge of the bed, a paper
bag in one hand and a carrier with two coffee cups in the other. "I
Duo reached out, touched the sleeve of Zechs' dripping coat. He didn't
leave, he came back, he's still here...
"It's just bagels, but...Duo?" He put the food down on the rickety nightstand.
"Baby, what's wrong? Tell me." He stroked the tangled mass of chestnut
hair, his voice concerned, almost loving.
"I thought..." Oh shit, don't cry! "I thought you left."
"Left? You? What kind of a fool do you think I am?" Zechs kissed him,
his lips warm and real. "You'll be lucky if you ever get rid of me now."
"Let me take my coat off, and we'll eat. Get back under the covers before
you catch cold. I won't have you sniffling all over me." Zechs left
the room and came back, sans his coat. He kicked his shoes off and climbed
onto the bed beside Duo.
"Come here," he ordered, patting his thigh as if he were calling a pet.
Duo crawled onto his lap and took the cup of coffee he offered, wriggling
a little to try to find a comfortable position.
"Sit still, you little demon." Zechs reached into the bag for a bagel,
tore off a piece, and fed it to Duo.
"Can't help it. I'm still sore. If you weren't such a tyrant...mmmph!"
Zechs crammed another piece of bagel into Duo's mouth, effectively silencing
"If I weren't a tyrant, you wouldn't be nearly as satisfied as you are.
So hush and eat your breakfast." Zechs brushed his lips against Duo's
cheek. "You're going to need your strength."
"It's what?" Duo watched Zechs take a bottle out of the other package
he'd brought back with him. "What do you need that for?"
"Don't tell me you've never taken a bubble bath?" Zechs turned on the
water in the tub, then opened the bottle and poured some of the shimmering
liquid under the gushing spout.
Duo watched in fascination as the tub filled with billowing white foam.
Zechs smiled. "I'll be gentle with you since it's your first time."
Zechs handed Duo into the tub. "Sit down," he ordered, smirking as Duo
gingerly lowered himself into the warm water, mounded with scented bubbles.
"All the way down."
Duo obeyed, the look on his face telegraphing that he still hadn't made
up his mind about this. Then the warm water rose up around his hips.
"Oh. That's nice."
"Of course it's nice. And it's going to get nicer." Zechs sat down on
the edge of the tub, leaned over, and filled a pitcher with water. This
would be better with a hand-held shower, but he could make do. "Lean
forward and close your eyes." He poured the pitched of water over Duo's
head, chuckling at his little one's indignant spluttering.
"Hey! You didn't tell me you were going to drown me!"
"I'm not. Yet. Close your eyes again." He dumped another pitcher of
water over the brown head, ignoring the grumbling emanating from under
the sopping mane. Pouring shampoo into his hand, he began to massage
it into Duo's hair, his fingers working through the heavy locks, rubbing
his scalp in slow, lazy circles.
"Mmmmm...okay, maybe this will be all right after all." Duo wriggled
under his hands, like a puppy that wanted to be scratched in a very
"If it's only all right, I will have failed miserably." He began to
work the tangles out of Duo's hair, careful not to tug too hard. "Do
you sleep with rats, little one? Did you invite rodents to nest in here?"
"Doesn't your hair ever get tangled?"
"It wouldn't dare." Zechs worked the shampoo through Duo's mass of hair,
humming softly. He thought having someone shampoo his hair was one of
life's great pleasures, and he intended to have Duo form the same opinion.
From the contented noises the young man made as Zechs washed and rinsed,
it seemed he'd met his goal.
Half-dazed by pleasure, Duo smiled. "Thanks. I could get used to that."
"I intend to give you the opportunity." Zechs looked down, searching
for the washcloth he'd brought in with him. He shouldn't presume that
Duo wanted more than a one-night stand, but he planned to do everything
in his power to convince this sprite that a relationship with him could
be, at the very least, pleasant.
Zechs poured bubble bath onto the cloth. Lifting the wet, clean hair
with one hand, he began to wash Duo's back with the other, working the
liquid to a soapy foam with long, sensuous strokes. He pushed Duo's
shoulders back against the tub and worked his way around to his chest.
He rubbed the cloth lightly over Duo's nipples, teasing them until they
hardened. Zechs drew the cloth across the firm little belly, watching
the rivulets of warmth run down the taut skin, disappearing into the
soft mass of curls that floated just below the surface.
He moved the cloth down Duo's legs, feeling the muscle underneath the
smooth flesh, all the way down to smooth the calluses on his heels and
back up his inner thighs again. Duo panted softly, mewling as Zechs
rubbed the washcloth over his cock and balls. Zechs smiled, finding
his little one hard before he'd even touched him there. Discarding the
cloth, he poured bubble bath into his hand and worked it into a lather.
Slowly, he began to massage the boy's eager rod, his hands sliding up
and down the firm length. He kneaded Duo's balls, juggling them lightly
in his hands. Duo leaned back, raising his hips, and Zechs lifted one
lean leg over the side of the tub. He ran a wet finger along the exposed
inner thigh, teasing small tremors from the muscles. Then he slipped
his hand underneath the round little bottom, his fingers searching for
Duo's opening. Duo whimpered when Zechs stroked his anus, choking slightly
as he pushed a fingertip into him.
"Zechs?" Duo opened his eyes. "Can you get in, too?"
Zechs measured the small tub with his eyes. "It will be crowded," he
"I can sit on your lap." Duo grinned at him.
Zechs stripped off his own clothes and slid into the warm water. Duo
maneuvered himself until he straddled the prince's lap. Already aroused
from bathing Duo, Zechs grasped his lover's hands and pulled him close
until their erections pressed between their bodies. Duo leaned forward,
showering Zechs with kisses, then pulled himself up, positioned himself
over Zechs' stiff pole. He gripped Zechs' shoulders, then lowered himself,
groaning as the head of Zechs' cock pierced him.
"Duo, are you sure? After last night..." Zechs knew he hadn't been gentle,
and Duo had been so very tight.
"After last night, I just want more." He pushed down with his hips,
burying Zechs in him. His hands dug into Zechs' shoulders, and Zechs
wrapped his arms around the slight chest. Duo bit his lip, and Zechs
was about to tell him to stop, that there were other ways of satisfying
each other. But then the boy threw back his head, riding his cock with
abandon. He impaled himself, rolling his hips with practiced motions,
expertly controlling the depth of Zechs' penetration.
Zechs let him pursue his pleasure, gasping in delight as tight walls
of muscles clutched at him. He wrapped his hand around Duo's hardness,
measuring the thickness and length with his fist. Duo rode him faster,
crying out each time he bore down, finally taking Zechs' entire length
into him. Unable to remain inactive any longer, Zechs grasped the slim
hips and pushed Duo back against the side of the tub. He lifted the
long, lean legs over his shoulders and thrust himself into that heated
sweetness. He seized one of Duo's hands, brought it to his cock, closed
the slender fingers around the quivering shaft. As Duo began to pleasure
himself, Zechs covered Duo's hand with his own, guiding his strokes,
controlling the pace of his passion. He deliberately held his lover
to a rhythm just a hair's breadth slower than what he needed to climax,
thrusting slowly into his body with the same tempo. Duo squirmed under
him, tried to force his hand to go just that much faster, but Zechs
responded by slowing ever so slightly. Finally, Duo opened his wide,
"Please?" he whispered, his voice shaking.
"Please what, my little one?" Zechs held him still. Let him give voice
to his need. Then he could have whatever he wanted, but first, he must
In a small voice, he said, "Make me come."
Zechs began to move again, giving him the speed and pressure he craved.
Gouts of white semen spurted from Duo's cock. As he came, his muscles
clenched around Zechs, and he followed his little one into ecstasy a
few seconds later.
They lay together in the cooling water. Duo traced a wet finger down
Zechs' chest. "Zechs..."
"Yes?" Zechs captured the wandering hand and kissed the palm, then twined
their fingers together. "What is it?"
"I promised myself I wouldn't ask this, but...well...what now?"
The vulnerability in those violet eyes made Zechs' chest ache. He understood
how hard it was for Duo to ask that question, and how badly he needed
an answer. "I told you, baby. You can't get rid of me."
"Do you mean that?"
"I don't usually say things I don't mean." He stood, pulling a dripping
Duo out of the water, drying him off with a towel. "I've been thinking."
Duo laughed, wrapping his arms around Zechs. "I told you that's a bad
habit. Besides, when have you had time?"
He playfully smacked his lover's bottom. He liked the little jump and
squeal Duo gave, and the sound of his hand against his little one's
firm backside. But he would have to wait to sample more of that delight.
Just now, they had important things to settle. "When I've not been fucking
you senseless. When do you suppose I've had time?"
Zechs walked back to the bedroom, pulling Duo by the hand. He sat on
the bed and drew Duo down to his side. "I want to take you back to space."
Duo's eyes glistened. "Zechs...I can't go, I told you..."
"Leave Relena to me. Will you go back with me? Somewhere there must
be a place for old soldiers, but I don't think it's on this planet.
And I want to take you someplace where there are no storms."
Duo swallowed. He blinked, holding back tears. "My prince," he whispered,
his voice raw.
Zechs kissed him, gentle and sweet. "Does that mean your answer is yes?"
Duo nodded. "Someplace where there are no storms," he whispered. Then
the mischievous sparkle Zechs recalled returned to his eyes. "But please..."
"What?" Zechs asked, suspicious.
Duo shook his wet hair like a dog shaking water from its fur, spattering
Zechs and the rest of the room. He tackled his lover, and they rolled
across the bed. "Make sure it's someplace with bubble baths."
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