Warnings: Yaoi; Lemon; NC-17; 13x6
Disclaimer: Not mine.
IMPORTANT NOTE! This is a Semi-AU fic. Just imagine that the world of
Gundam Wing is exactly as it is in the series, only some of the characters
are shifted. Like, Treize was not an Oz General but was instead a Businessman.
Yet everything that occured in the war, occured here. Just with other
people. ^ ^ You also have to ignore the fact that Zechs and Mirialdo are
the same person. Just pretend they are seperate entities whom no one realizes
look exactly alike. --- And if you've read, "TB, R. N.", you'll
see some familiar faces. ^ ^
You Feel Anything When I do This?
"I--I love you! There,
I've said it! Does it make you happy at all!?" A woman yelled hoarsely
at the broad-shouldered man standing before her. He took another drag
from his cigarette and flicked it in her direction.
"You don't know what love is," he sneered and then turned to
leave, unknowing that she had pulled a pistol.
"I do know!" she shouted and pulled the trigger even as he turned.
A moment later and he was clutching the wound at his breast and falling
to his knees, a look of idiotic surprise painting his face. Then he fell
face-first onto the soft earth.
The woman looked at the felled man, and then at the gun in her own hands,
"What have I done?!" She dropped the weapon and hurried to his
side, turning him over and pulling him into her arms. "No,"
she whimpered, tears welling now, ". . . NO! RAMOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!"
"Oh please," came a light scoff from the man sitting in the
corner of a white-walled waiting room, trying to pass the boredom by watching
the only source of entertainment supplied: midday soaps.
It was not often that Treize Khushrenada found himself in the deepest
bowels of the county hospital. But peace among the earth and colonies
had brought many changes to all facets of life, and the health care industry
was not immune. So, individual medical practices were not allowed, health
care was only a few steps away from being free, and he was stuck in a
freezing hell of a hospital with hordes of the indefinitely ill.
The waiting room was indeed packed, grown men and women and snotty-nosed
children alike, and he found himself growing almost claustrophobic. He'd
been here for hours and had long-since lost the ability to day dream.
He had been thinking of his stories, his next novel. But the noise, the
mania; he wanted to scream!!
"Treize Khushrenada. Treize Khushrenada." The P.A. boomed his
name and he let out a breath of relief as he rose to meet the nurse that
awaited him. He worked his way through a maze of seats and children and
. . . something slipped beneath his foot and he staggered a little. Did
he step on someone? He turned and looked down.
"You stepped on my deathscythe!" A dark haired boy accused,
nursing the offended action figure.
"Oh, sorry kid, I--"
"You're gonna pay!" The boy shouted before he proceeded to "attack"
with his thermal scythe, poking Treize repeatedly in the calf.
Damn, but that hurt! "Hey, kid! Get off --"
"Treize Khushrenada." The nurse's voice called again and Treize
resisted the urge to kick the kid before he turned away again, ignoring
the shouts of, "I'll see you in HELL!!" He really hated waiting
His nurse, nurse Trowa he believed it was, turned out to be quite a lovely
change of pace. At first he'd thought the gentle thing to be female but
closer inspection proved him wrong. He wore a skirt and a tiny top and
bulky nurse's shoes with delicate little socks. He looked like a pedophile's
dream. But his voice had given him away, deeper than any female's could
have been and accompanied by a daintily bobbing Adams apple. Yes, a lovely
But the young man also seemed to be devoted to his work, and aside from
flashing pretty smiles, was all business. What a shame.
"You can wait in here, Mr. Khushrenada." The nurse informed
a nearly naked Treize. He often wondered why they could send people into
outer space and give them unfaltering weapons of mass destruction, but
no one could make a hospital gown that stayed closed. But hospital
policy was policy. They could have at least left him his shoes! The floor
"Dr. Zechs is a bit backed-up at the moment but he should be in shortly."
And with that, he turned and left, shutting the door behind him.
Treize sighed. He knew what "shortly" meant. It meant he'd be
no less than an hour.
And suddenly, a voice startled him from inside the room that confirmed
"That means you've got more than an hour's wait."
Treize turned to see who had spoken but saw only a white curtain dividing
"I'm sorry?" he asked the room, pulling his gown a bit tighter
"You heard me." The voice said as long fingers reached around
the corner of the curtain and pulled it open. Treize watched with no little
interest and stared in disbelief at who he found on the other side.
'Why must a body be nearly nude for a simple examination!?!' Mirialdo
Peacecraft thought as he sat idly on the hospital table-bed-whatever-in-the-hell-they-called-it.
He was bored beyond belief and had been waiting over a half hour now,
and the pattern in his gown, mesmerizing as it was, had long since lost
He shifted in his seat to let the left cheek of his bottom get a bit of
blood before it went numb, and sighed at the hideous crinkle sound of
the paper "sheet" on the bed. He hated hospitals.
And then he heard the door open. At first he assumed it was the doctor
and he was finally relieved that perhaps this might be over soon. The
dividing curtain was pulled, however, and he could not see his visitors.
Instead, he heard them.
"You can wait in here, Mr. Khushrenada." It was that cross-dressing
nurse and . . . did he hear that right?!? Mr. Khushrenada? Treize
Khushrenada!?! Miri looked incredulously at the floor as if it might offer
some explanation. 'All this time! And this is how we meet again?'
"Dr. Zechs is a bit backed-up at the moment but he should be in shortly."
He heard the door click shut, the clamor of the waiting room effectively
blocked out, but he didn't hear Treize move. He was still here wasn't
he? He had to say something to get his attention.
"That means you've got more than an hour's wait," he offered
and waited for a reply.
"I'm sorry?" The voice came politely from the other side of
the curtain. The warm sound was still so familiar!
"You heard me," he returned softly and drew back the curtain
to see a most adorable sight: Treize Khushrenada, the toast of the big-business
world, clutching embarrassedly at a too-thin hospital gown. And Miri couldn't
help but smile, no matter how minutely, at the surprise in the other man's
"What are you doing here?" 'Well that was rude, Khushrenada!'
" I mean -"
"Well I'd suspect I'm here for reasons not wholly unlike yours."
Miri replied and Treize was immediately struck by that honey of a voice.
The last time he'd seen Miri, the youth's speech had been plagued by squeaks
and cracks, the side effects of an early puberty. "There are, after
all, only so many reasons one finds oneself in a hospital."
'Ohhh . . .' Treize thought, ' but puberty was kind!' The other man's
voice was now deeper than his own and the hair he had remembered to be
shoulder length, now went past those deliciously broad shoulders, ending
at his waist. And God! How big he'd grown!
"Yes . . . well . . . I meant, why are we in the same room?"
"Too crowded, I assume. Though it does seem odd."
Treize watched the other man in wonder. Miri! Here?!? It was still just
unbelievable! And he hadn't even said hello!
"Yes." He agreed, trying to slip back into his cool appearance,
"Well, what does it matter among friends? And old ones at that."
He smiled and Miri watched him silently. "I seem to have lost my
manners in the excitement. It is . . . good to see you." 'Why did
that sound like a question?'
"And you as well. Forgive me for not shaking hands," Miri said,
gesturing to his foot, "I'm not entirely mobile at the moment."
Treize looked down at the foot in question and stepped a bit closer, still
grasping his hospital gown. He didn't see anything wrong with it but he
"Of course." And following that, came an odd bit of silence.
It had been years-- how many? . . . seven? Eight?-- since he'd last seen
Miri. He was interested in knowing more about his childhood friend, at
least more than he knew from Relena, Miri's sister. And all she'd told
him was something about an air field, and--oh yes, he thought, I remember
now--that Miri was, without a doubt, as queer as they came (excluding
himself of course) and hard as hell to get close to. Still, he wanted
Miri to tell him this, and for him to tell Miri the same. But the years
had made their once easy interaction awkward. How could he break the spell?
And then, much to his delight, he didn't have to.
"So how is corporate life treating you?" Miri asked, barely
glancing at Treize.
'He's become so cold.' Treize thought.
"Well, actually--may I?" Treize began and then gestured toward
the ample space on the bed next to Miri. Miri consented with a nod, still
not really looking at Treize as he continued.
"Actually, I left the firm almost a year ago. I was working sixty,
seventy hours a week and not taking care of myself. The business was literally
Miri looked at him after that, "Literally?"
Treize lost his tongue momentarily. Those azure eyes boring through him,
no different than they were eight years before. So familiar. So beautiful.
"Uhm . . yes, actually," he finally managed, "It's why
I'm here. Doctors seem to find it strange when a twenty-four year old
has heart failure."
Miri was surprised at this and couldn't help but show it, "You had
a heart attack?"
"Mild, but yes. I'm fine now though. I'm a writer now and I take
care of myself and . . . I'm happier. I think it's the best thing that's
ever happened to me. Well . . . except for these damned checkups."
Treize watched Miri watching him with a strange bit of concern in his
eyes. 'God, but he's beautiful!' Miri must have become uncomfortable from
being watched because he looked away a moment later, training his eyes
on the ground and his hair falling forward hid all but that perfect nose.
'I wonder,' Treize thought, 'if he realizes it.'
"And what of you, Miri? I talk to your sister on occasion. She tells
me you're a pilot now?"
"Yes," came the deep but quiet response from behind the hair,
"I run an airfield out by Maynard's Lake."
"Naiad Airfield? But I used to fly out of there all of the time.
At least two or three times a month."
"Then chances are I was flying you at least part of the time."
"Wow." Treize was genuinely floored, "It's funny . . ."
Miri looked at him again and he tried his damnedest to hold his gaze,
" . . . all those flights and you were so . . . so close--and I didn't
even know it."
Miri dropped his gaze again. 'Damn,' Treize thought, ' why won't he look
at me for more than ten seconds?'
'Why can't I look at him?' Miri thought. 'I hold him too high in my memories,
and blame him too much for never returning to see me. But--I'm such an
ass! He had nearly died and where was I? Look at him! Happier than ever.
And I wonder if he . . . if--'
"So have you married yet, Miri?" Treize was asking. What an
"No. You?" That was an even worse one. Miri knew that certain
things about Treize that the older man was unaware of. Once, when they
were both quite a bit younger and still living on Treize's estate, he
had happened upon the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his whole
young life: Treize, out in the stables, gloriously nude and thoroughly
fucking one of the stable hands. He'd watched them to completion and found
the same himself, having never mentioned the incident to his older friend.
He could still remember the way Treize had looked and a tiny blush crept
up his cheeks. Now he definitely couldn't look at him.
"No, of course not. You know me-"
'What did he mean by that?'
"--I was always too busy for anything serious and now . . . well,
writers aren't quite as sexy as accomplished businessmen."
'Oh but you are wrong, Treize . . . so wrong.'
'Was that a blush? Did Miri just blush?' Treize couldn't believe
how good it felt just to be near the younger man again. He hadn't realized
how much he truly missed him.
"I've missed you, you know." Treize said and Miri looked at
him again, that tiny blush gone. He always was good at hiding his reactions.
"Have you really?" Miri asked, regretting the question as soon
as he'd asked it. It sounded so vulnerable. But he'd said it and no one
would say that Mirialdo Peacecraft didn't follow through.
"Then why did you never come to see me?"
Treize saw a bit of hurt in the other man's eyes. 'That's a very good
"I--I suppose I thought . . . that you were . . . that you didn't
need me or . . .oh hell, don't believe that. I wasn't thinking then. I
was a money hungry bastard with more brains than heart and that's why
it decided to go on strike." Now it was Treize's turn to look away.
He knew Miri was watching him and that gaze left him feeling almost sad.
"I said it was the best thing that's ever happened to me and it was.
It brought me back to you didn't it?" He looked at Miri, "But
I have no excuses for my past behavior."
Mirialdo was transfixed by those so familiar blue eyes. There was a time
when he had fantasized every night about those eyes, that very man seated
next to him, and he was still so unchanged, yet infinitely different.
He couldn't help but wonder if he were still as passionate a lover as
he'd witnessed in the stables. He sighed. "I've missed you too Treize."
They watched each other for seconds more, sharing the tiniest of moments,
a glimpse of the old intimacy tinged with something more. Something heavier.
Treize wondered if he was reading the other man correctly. He hoped he
was but Miri had always been of the complicated sort. Finally, they both
simultaneously relented and looked away.
Another of those odd silent moments passed and Miri began having his doubts.
'Eight years,' he thought, 'and you expect him to what? Declare his undying
affection? Throw you onto the ground and take you like you wish he'd taken
you all those years ago? He's happier now, and it didn't require your
being there to make him so. Still . . . it will be hard after this to
forget him again . . . as if I ever had.'
Treize too was lost in thought, only his were far from negative. 'He'd
have me, I know he would. Maybe not today or next week or even next year,
but I know he would eventually. But he's so cold now, not angry and not
quite shy but . . . almost detached. I have to win his trust like I had
so long ago. I know he'll permit me that . . . and if he doesn't--no .
. . he will.'
"So, Miri," Treize began with a light tone and a smile, "if
you don't mind my asking, what is the problem with your foot?"
And of course, Miri did not mind. The lighter conversation would make
him more comfortable. Wait . . . was he sure about that?
"I . . . I hurt it in flight."
"No. . . more like, air rage."
Treize cracked a broad smile, "Air rage? Come Miri, isn't that for
hostile passengers and not pilots?"
"Well . . . my co-pilot was flying and I was below with the cargo.
I . . ." he made a slight sound of embarrassment before continuing,
" . . . I hit my head on a cross-beam and took it out on the hull.
Needless to say, kicking metal when you're angry is not always the best
Treize was laughing now and Miri found it lovely despite himself. Treize
was just as he remembered in so many ways, he even laughed the same. The
deep sounds shaking him, the music of it moving Miri to chuckle a little
"It wasn't funny at the time."
"I'm sorry. I'm picturing you bumbling about and the Miri I remember
seemed incapable of bumbling."
"It was really more of a 'thwacking'."
Treize laughed again. 'Was that humor?!?' Certainly Miri had once been
a warmer person nut humorous? Oh there was no question. He had to get
closer to his old friend. He had to have him in his life again.
The laughter subsided and it was Treize's turn to speak, "Well I
hope it's not too badly injured. It is quite a lovely foot."
Miri blushed and looked at the ground, pretending to examine the member
'There it goes again!' Treize thought excitedly as seeing the pink on
his friend's cheeks. 'This is going to be fun.' He looked about the room,
deciding he might take advantage of the situation. After all . . . who
didn't like to play doctor?
Miri was still watching his feet when he heard Treize say: "Oh, look
at this." And then he felt the other man move closer to him until
the were very nearly hip to hip.
Treize had spotted an interesting medical device hanging on the wall near
Miri's shoulder and he deliberately scooted closer than necessary to the
other man to fetch it, leaning behind and into Miri's side, pressing his
body against the other man's shoulder. He had to suppress a laugh when
he felt Miri tense and heard a tiny gasp. He leaned back to where he was
sitting and held his prize in his hand, now shoulder to shoulder with
"What do you think it's for?" he asked, knowing perfectly well
"It's for examining ears," Miri responded, having fallen for
the bait. He then leaned forward and grabbed a small box, pulling out
a strange little plastic cone, "And you put these over it for protection."
"Well then," Treize started, taking the cover from Miri and
slipping onto the head of the device, "shall we try it?"
Miri looked at Treize with an unmistakable bit of surprise, "Did
you get younger in these past eight years? The child Treize I
knew never asked me to play doctor."
'Oh but he's a clever one! He seems to have caught on.' "Come now,
Miri," he said with a sly smile, "it won't hurt all that much."
Miri gave him a suspicious smirk before turning his head again and pulling
his hair behind an ear.
Treize widened his smile and leaned forward for the inspection, the only
regret he'd had was that he hadn't gotten to sweep aside that
lush blond curtain. "Now be still," he warned and with the scope
in one hand, he held Miri's head with the other, determined to stroke
that platinum silk, and looked into the other man's ear.
"Well," he said softly against Miri's neck, and Miri nearly
shuddered at the warmth. God but it felt good to have his hands on him!
His body, his mouth so close! " . . . it's rather dark in there."
Miri smiled a little, "There should be a light,Treize."
"Oh yes," Treize replied, backing off and inspecting the device
for a switch, as if that had been his intentions all along. He found it
and turned it on, " . . . of course." And then he was back to
the the examination.
'You smell glorious, Miri. Have you always smelled like this?' Treize
wondered to himself, leaning in even closer, much closer than necessary.
"Oh my," he said aloud, "what is this?"
Miri furrowed a brow, 'What is he up to?'
"Gonorrhea is no laughing matter . . ."
"It's a serious disease with serious consequences . . ."
"Are you ill, Treize?"
"No, just reading the poster on the other side of your head. It's
seems there's nothing up here but empty space."
"Is that a fact?" Miri asked smirking now, "You flatter
Treize ignored the remark and continued his "examination." "So
why is it, if you don't mind my asking Miri, that you haven't married?
Is there anyone serious?" 'I know damn well why but I want to hear
you say it.'
Miri was nearly lost in the feeling of the other man so close, hand in
his hair and lips only inches from his throat. He wanted the other man
holding him not examining him. He wanted to touch him and be touched and
tell each other tales of the past eight years and more than anything else,
he wanted to admit that he hadn't found someone serious because . . .
all this time . . . he'd been waiting for Treize. If only he weren't such
"No," Miri finally said, "just haven't found the right
. . . person."
"Ah. Well," Treize said leaning back but not taking his hand
out of Miri's hair even as the other man turned to look at him, "your
ears seem fine . . . from the aspect of a perfectly ignorant eye of course.
They are as perfect as the rest of you."
Miri fully blushed now as he was graced with Treize's warm smile and a
look of adoration. "I can't believe how you've grown, Miri."
Miri breathed a small laugh, "You sound like an old woman Treize.
And I'm hardly a child anymore."
"That's what amazes me."
"Did you expect me to remain perpetually young? And besides, I was
grown when you left, it just took my body a while to catch up."
'And did it ever!' "Still," Treize began, stroking Miri's cheek
now, " . . . I wish I'd found you sooner."
Those fingers were so warm! "Me too."
Just then, a voice at the door interrupted their reverie.
"And you can wait in here Mr. Hemmel--Oh my!" Came the voice
of Nurse Trowa as he was obviously trying to cram yet another body into
the room. "Mr. Khushrenada, Mr. Peacecraft . . . what are you doing
The two gentlemen in question looked at the harried nurse at the door.
"Why," Treize offered, "you put us here, my dear."
Nurse Trowa looked even more confused for a moment and then, asking Mr.
Hemmel-whomever to wait in the hall, stepped into the room. He flipped
thought some charts, read a few lines, flipped a few pages and then blushed
a delicate shade of crimson.
"Oh my! I did, didn't I? Well this just won't do at all! Mr. Khushrenada
come with me and I'll find you another room."
"But I'd much rather stay here."
Nurse Trowa looked puzzled, "But there's only one patient per room.
It's hospital policy. One bed, one patient, one room. Now if you'll kindly
come with me I'll-"
Treize rose from the bed, approaching the nurse, "You see, the thing
is, Nurse Trowa, my friend and I here, having been here so long, have
become quite fond of this room and neither of us have the desire, just
yet, to leave it. So, if you would kindly see your way out and tend to
Mr. Hemmel-whomever, who certainly hasn't any attachment to this room,
we can resume our friendly banter. Yes?" All the while Treize had
been gently pushing the young man out the door.
"But . . . But Dr. Zechs . . ."
"Thank you." Treize said, finally shutting the door in that
pretty face, and locking it for good measure.
"Now," he began, turning back to his friend, "where were
The sight that greeted him from the bed however was not what he'd expected.
Miri was there, certainly, but much more red-faced and . . . was that
"Something funny?" He asked and noticed that Miri was obviously
withholding laughter and his voice clearly gave him away.
"No-nothing at all."
It was just at that instant that Treize noticed the room had become considerably
cooler since he'd risen from the bed . Almost . . . drafty.
"Dear God," he breathed, and it was his turn to blush now, turning
his head to try to see behind him and chasing himself around like a dog
with it's tail. And finally, his hands found what his eyes could not as
they landed on the perfectly round, perfectly bare cheeks of his behind
. . . 'Dear God!'
Miri held his face in his hands now, having succumbed to a fit of laughter.
"Is it that funny, really?" Treize asked playfully while trying
to readjust his gown, "Laughing at my expense? You should be ashamed."
"Oh," Miri finally managed, still red-faced but no longer laughing,
"shame is my middle name."
"I thought it was Auguste."
And Miri burst at that, laughing deeply and wholeheartedly, something
he'd forgotten--had he ever known?--he was capable of.
Treize found it more than alluring. A solemn, brooding Miri was sexy to
a fault but this, the pink cheeks and open mouth and that beautiful musical
sound, was beyond adorable. He moved closer to the younger man, ignoring,
for now, the impossible strings of his gown.
"Miri." He called to him as he stood just in front of him.
At the sound of his name, Miri opened his eyes and sobered suddenly at
Treize's unexpected closeness. Still, a tiny smile played at his lips
as he answered.
Treize was having trouble remembering why he was standing there. "Miri,
I . . ." He stopped. What should he say? That he missed him? No,
already did that. That he was an ass for not finding him sooner? No. He'd
clearly proven himself an ass, or at least that he had one. That perhaps
. . . perhaps he could love him? That he was the most beautiful thing
he'd ever seen?
"Treize?" Miri asked again. Treize was only an arm's length
away from him but even that was too far. He loomed so close yet was so
untouchable. Should he-could he reach out and take what he wanted? Did
Treize want him? Was he willing to take the risk to find out? 'No, Mirialdo,'
he said to himself, 'today you will not be a coward.'
"Miri, I--mmmmmm . . ." came Treize's muffled speech as he was
suddenly pulled to Miri, and those smiling lips covered his own in a soft,
sweet kiss. It was timid at first, something he'd only today thought Miri
capable of, but insistent all the same, and as Miri's parted lips gave
an unspoken invitation, Treize responded eagerly, tasting the insides
of his dearest, oldest friend.
'He feels like silk,' Miri thought as the older man's tongue entered his
mouth and explored him thoroughly, running slick and soft over his own.
Miri's hands were still on the arms he'd grabbed to pull the man to him
and they were strong and hard under his fingers. 'Now,' he thought, 'if
only I can get them around me.'
Long moments later, the kiss ended, both men breathless and flushed. They
pressed their foreheads together and gave tiny kisses between words.
"I've waited longer than you can imagine for that, Treize,"
Miri said against the other man's lips, putting his arms around his neck
now and pulling Treize's body even closer to stand between his knees.
"It should have happened a lot sooner," Treize replied, running
his hands along Miri's sides, "you're so beautiful, Miri."
"Treize . . ." came Miri's strangled voice as the other man
began nuzzling his throat, kissing and nipping at the tender flesh. And
then those arms were around him, crushing him tightly into that solid
frame and he couldn't help but give a stifled cry of joy.
"Miri . . ." Treize was tasting every exposed inch of the other
man's neck, lapping at the cool flesh and thinking all the while how much
he smelled like heaven, as if the sky he flew in every day had soaked
into his skin to taunt an already eager Treize. He felt himself hardening
as he kissed Miri again, tasting, as he smelled, like heaven.
"I can't believe you're really here . . . it seems so surreal,"
Miri breathed as Treize's arms pulled him tighter.
Treize smiled against the the other man's throat, "Then perhaps,
Miri," he began and Miri felt him unwrap one of those arms from his
waist, "perhaps you need another examination." And then his
hand was at Miri's calf, tickling the skin of it and Treize was amazed
at how hard and strong it felt. "Tell me, Miri," and he moved
his hand upward to squeeze a bare knee and asked between kisses: ".
. . can you feel anything . . . when I do this?"
"Treize . . ." choked Miri, the simple touches eliciting such
wonderful responses. He'd waited so long for this . . . for Treize.
"And this?" Treize repeated as he moved his hand slightly up
Miri's inner thigh, receiving a similar response.
"Yes, Treize . . . I feel everything." 'And it's making me hard
just imagining more!'
"And this, Miri?" Now that hand was teasingly close to his growing
arousal, gingerly fingering the flesh of his thigh.
"Please . . . Treize."
Finally Treize's hand found it's target beneath the gown and took Miri's
half-hard erection into his hand, "And that?"
"Oh! Treize!" Miri was panting loudly now and couldn't help
but crush the other man to him again, burying his face in the other man's
and moving his hands to grasp that bare buttocks.
"Mmmm . . ." Treize growled, almost surprised at Miri's insistence,
and then pulled his lips away, " are you sure we want to do this
in a hospital room?" His hand was still stroking Miri, feeling him
harden further and finding the first wet evidence of his excitement. Needless
to say, speaking was not Miri's strongest point just then.
"Can-ohh! . . . can you think of a beeeeehhhtter place?!"
Treize smiled, "Not at the moment dear, no."
"Then . . . what are you waiting for?"
'Yet another very good question, Miri.' "I have no clue." And
then they were back together, looking for all the world like their lips
were glued as Treize paused his torture to untie the strings at the back
of Miri's gown.
Miri didn't have to work quite so hard, as Treize's gown was already open
and he simply pulled it forward for Treize to remove later. He ran his
hands along Treize's bare sides and the ripples of flesh and muscle there.
Treize was probably his same height but the older man was much more broad
and thick. 'God,' Miri thought, 'I hope he's that way everywhere.'
Seconds later and they pulled apart again, each of them eager to take
in the sight of their old friend and new lover.
Treize's breath caught in his throat as he took in a nude and hard Miri.
His hair, beautifully blond and shimmering, even under the fluorescent
lights, fell over expansive shoulders and a smooth, hard chest that tapered
down to a thin waist, and then, Oh! Then was the rock-hard cock arching
up toward Miri's stomach to greet him. Oh, how stunning!
Miri's reaction was similar, Treize's body was a work of art in every
sense of the word. He was massive and powerful looking and built like
a god. And just as he'd hoped, Treize's hardening cock was thick and inviting,
even when only partially erect.
He pulled Treize back into his arms and murmured in his ear, "If
I could get to my knees . . . I'd swallow you whole."
Treize shuddered at Miri's throaty promise and his cock ached in response,
"I bet you would," he said, kissing Miri's chin, "but there's
nothing wrong with mine, you know." And with that he bent at the
waist, the height of the bed allowing for easy access, and without preamble,
swallowed Miri in one great mouthful.
"Ahh!" Miri practically screamed as he felt Treize's mouth on
him. The older man's tongue licked at the underside of his shaft and sucked
urgently on the weeping head, making sure to memorize the taste of him.
Miri buried his fingers in the ginger waves of Treize hair, urging him
to suck harder, move faster! The room was suddenly cold around him and
all he felt was the fiery mouth between his legs. He spread them wider.
Treize was pleased to find that the delicate thatch of curls that he buried
half of his face in, were the same color as the hair on Miri's head. He
did, after all, love blondes. They had such a 'vanilla' taste and feel.
But Miri, his Miri was so much more delicious than he could have imagained.
. . why had this taken so long!
"Treize!" Miri shouted, warning the other man of how close he
was, "Please, stop . . . I want to . . . to touch you--I want you
. . . I-"
Treize reluctantly pulled his mouth away from one treasure only to meet
another, and Miri could taste himself in their kiss.
"What do you want, Miri?" Treize asked after they had parted.
Miri's face flushed prettily and his open mouth seemed incapable of words.
'Don't make me say it, Treize. Maybe later, when I know you better again
but . . . not now.'
"What Miriiiiiii-ohhh . . ." Were Treize's next words as Miri
took his all too neglected erection into a strong and demanding hand.
Treize had his answer.
"I can do that, just ahhh . . . give me a moment," and Miri
gave him a final tug before releasing him, making Treize stagger as he
moved to the supply cabinet and began feverishly going through drawers.
Two drawers down and he found it, a small tube lying next to a box of
latex gloves. Precisely the ticket.
When he turned back to Miri he found the younger man's hand wrapped around
his own stiff shaft, gently stroking himself in slow, sure movements.
The sight made him harden more and he nearly stumbled again on those already
"You're exquisite Miri," he said as he approached and took Miri's
hand from the task, replacing it with his own, "but patience is a
virtue my friend."
'Fuck patience,' Miri thought to himself, 'and Fuck ME!'
"Yes sir." Treize replied throatily, and Miri realized he must
have said it out loud. He hadn't realized.
Strong, thick fingers were removed from Miri's insistent cock and trailed
down his thigh to grasp his leg, pulling it up by the knee and Miri rested
his foot on the edge of the bed even as he lay back, his hair fanning
around him. They left his other leg, the injured one, to dangle over the
edge, presumably out of the danger.
"Ohhh . . ." Miri murmured in anticipation as the cold hospital
air breezed over his bare bottom and kissed his now vulnerable erection.
The crinkling paper "sheet" was annoying and less than comfortable
but it didn't distract him from Treize's hands, one of which was back
oh his arousal, stroking the turgid organ while his other . . . his other
. . . Ohhhh!
The thick and clever digits that Treize touched to Miri's sensitive opening
were exploring and teasing the younger man. They played at the tight cleft,
running slick between those perfect cheeks, gently saying hello. And at
length, one particularly skillful finger, wriggled it's way inside.
"Treize!" Miri was nearly shouting, "Please!" Treize
would not listen, however, and continued instead to penetrate him with
another, and then another of those eager digits. He released Miri's now
quivering cock and bent to kiss his open, panting mouth.
"Treeeeiiize . . ."
"Do you want me inside you, Miri?"
"Yes . . . oh . . . please!" Miri was breathless and reeling.
Oh! What those fingers were doing to him!
"Then take me, Miri . . ." he bent his head to bite down hard
on one pert, pink nipple.
"OHH!" Miri screamed, arching off of the bed at the rough and
"Take me and put me inside of you," Treize murmured against
the reddened nub he now nursed, and removed his fingers from that tight
heat, earning a little whimper from the man on the bed.
Miri thought he was going to explode when Treize bit him again and he
quickly thrust a hand between their bodies, between his legs, to grasp
Treize's dripping, rigid cock. It was already slick and ready and he spread
his legs impossibly wide to accommodate the one hanging limply off the
Treize was moaning now and it took all of his control not to thrust into
that warm grip that tugged him closer to Miri's tight opening. And when
he finally felt his swollen head pushing into the younger man, he lost
that control, and finished Miri's job for him.
Miri felt Treize enter him suddenly and he cried out, leaving his hand
there between them, squeezing the base of Treize's cock even as it pulled
out of him.
"Gahhh!! Miri!" The vice like grip of Miri's body, the warmth
and slickness of it; it was heaven. The world around them was white and
they were stars, the light between them growing brighter with every movement
of Treize's eager hips.
Treize was lost in sensation now and began working up a half rhythm. It
was torture to have that hand wrapped around him and slide into that warmth
at the same time. But it was the sweetest torture he'd ever known.
Miri's hand lingered for a moment more, before it moved to his own screaming
erection, grasping it firmly but not yet stroking . . . not yet. At some
point Treize had pulled his leg up over his shoulder for better leverage
and was now pounding into him with abandon.
"Treize . . . Treize . . . Treize!" Miri was chanting or cheering,
he couldn't tell which. He felt so utterly filled by the other man, so
strong and powerful inside him. It was like fucking a king or a god .
. . only better.
Both men were panting and moaning now, Miri sliding back and forth atop
the bed, Treize ruthlessly jack hammering Miri's body. Treize was dizzy
with joy not only from the sensation in his groin but, looking down at
the flushed and perfect face of his ecstatic friend, he couldn't help
but think that this was only the beginning, only the first of their thousands
of lovemaking sessions and certainly not the last he'd be seeing of his
He nipped at the inside of Miri's knee, marking him for posterity, and
then bent forward and took that same nipple into his mouth again, attacking
the enemy on all fronts, and Miri's hand finally began a stroking rhythm.
Seconds, minutes, an eternity passed and the friction between them grew.
Miri slung his free arm around Treize's neck as the the larger man arched
back, lifting him into a fiery kiss, so that the scream from Miri's mouth,
when it came, was muffled by Treize's tongue. He pushed upward into Treize,
into his own hand, and came in full glory.
Treize felt Miri's hot semen shooting against his chest and the younger
man tensed around him, clenching every muscle in his body, clutching Treize's
swollen cock like a steel-fisted grip.
A second later and Miri wasn't certain what he'd loved more, the feeling
of his own orgasm and all of the dizzying fireworks that came with it,
or the incredible sensation of Treize, hard and hot and everything he'd
ever hoped it would be, thrusting deeply one last time and exploding inside
him, turning his world white. Another second, and it didn't really matter.
Their kiss ended and Treize lowered Miri back to the table and then gently
slipped out of him and lay on his back by Miri's side. They lay there
for a few seconds, catching their breath.
"Treize," Miri finally said, sitting up,he was looking like
that cold and timid Mirialdo again and Treize sat up in concern, "please
. . . please tell me that this won't . . . that it won't be the last--"
"Mr. Khushrenada? Mr. Peacecraft?" Came the now familiar voice
of Nurse Trowa at the door and both men looked at each other with a look
on their face that read the same thing: caught.
"Mr. Khushrenada, Mr. Peacecraft, could I speak to you for a moment
please?" Treize smiled a bit at Miri and then, calm as a statesman,
said: "Just a moment please."
He stepped over to a sink near the wall and used some hand towels to clean
himself with, handing a few to Miri. He then redressed in his gown, gave
Miri his and walked, to the door.
"Yes?" he asked as he opened it partially, not unlike a man
in his own home.
"Mr. Khushrenada," Nurse Trowa said smiling prettily at him,
"Dr. Zechs is ready to see you now if you're not too busy."
"Of course not," Treize replied, returning the smile, "send
the good doctor in at his own leisure, would you?"
"Certainly, Mr. Khushrenada . . ." Nurse Trowa said before leaning
to the side and looking past Treize's shoulder to wink at a more than
red-faced Miri, " . . . Mr. Peacecraft."
"Tsk, tsk." Treize reprimanded him, moving to block the gaze,
"That one's mine dear."
Trowa blushed a little but smiled even brighter, "Of course he is,
and from the sound of it . . . rightfully so."
Treize gave a faint look of surprise as this time, he was the one winked
"And by the way," Nurse Trowa continued, lifting up on his tip-toes
to whisper in Treize's ear, "the open side goes in the back."
Treize looked at him oddly and then, realizing what he'd said, looked
down at himself, his nude self, and the undone strings of his
"Well, yes," he said, managing to maintain his cool even under
the laughter of both Nurse Trowa and Miri, " I'll remember that next
"Oh don't change things on my account," Nurse Trowa said, winking
again and shutting the door behind him.
Treize turned to face Miri, not attempting to hide himself, "Y'know
I think I like it better this way. At least now, no one can see my ass."
"Oh no, they get to see your better half." Miri replied, still
"So what were you saying earlier? Something about moving in with
Miri practically beamed at that, or as much as one can while still looking
pouty and brooding, "I think it was more along the lines of you moving
in with me. But only if you promise to wear that around the house."
Treize moved closer to him, sliding a hand up his outer thigh and taking
a stance between his knees, "That, my friend, is a done deal."
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