14-Oct-2000
Title: Demons
Authors: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com)
Archive: GW Addiction and if she chooses, Darkflame
Category: yaoi, angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 6x5, various
Warnings: LEMON. Angst. AU - we do not guarantee that our interpretations of characters or events will agree with yours, so a general OOC warning.
Spoilers: Series, EW
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here. As with all our fics so far, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short or long.
NOTES: This is part of the Frozen Colony Arc, and takes place following The Hunt. If you are not familiar with the timeline and are curious, you can find the stories on GW Addiction and on DF's site. On GWA on the Bonne&Von page, there are numbers denoting which stories are FC Arc and should be read in what order.
Duo's demons appeared first in Down Time in Hell, and reappeared in Dancin With My Mirror. This is a fic to explore their existence and origins. Liberties are taken with Duo's history and original characters from ESO appear, and events from that fic are referred to.
Treize returned to the bay holding a small pouch. He walked up to Heero, handing it to him.
"This is insulated against a number of forms of energy and I've added a dampening field. I don't know how effective it will be against...." he tilted his head, "Whatever is causing the problem, but it's about the best that can be hoped for without a lot more time."
Heero placed the object in the pouch and sealed it. "Thanks, Treize," he said. He looked at the former representative of the Earth for a long moment. "I hope you find what you're looking for out here," he added as his Prussian blue eyes met the other man's blue eyes.
Treize smiled slightly. "Well, I have found a project that could keep me busy for quite along time," he said. He shrugged. "That's certainly something worth pursuing. If you see Milliardo... hm, nevermind. Perhaps I'll simply tell him myself." He bowed slightly to Heero and stepped away.
Heero reached up and touched Treize's cheek before he could move away completely. "Projects and missions are good, worthwhile and satisfying," he said, "Just don't forget that they're damned hard to hold on to in the middle of the night." Heero then moved back himself and went to Duo.
Treize threw a look back at the Perfect Soldier. "Thanks for reminding me," he said wryly, his voice pitched to his own ears only.
Duo was waiting for Heero, standing pretty much where'd he'd left him. He was looking at Professor G, over at the console, but his eyes turned to Heero the moment the Japanese boy turned towards him.
"Ready for a test?" Heero asked.
Duo nodded. He looked calmer and a little more relaxed. "Is this like the bunk test?" he asked, quirking and eyebrow.
"Not quite so.... involved," Heero said, then walked closer to Duo and gave him a kiss.
Duo kissed back, placing his hands on Heero's shoulders. He felt the faintest hint of something... the slightest stirring from the darker corners. Then he became aware of something else, and closed his eyes completely, leaning against Heero.
Yes... in the dark place in his mind, he was surrounded by leather wings and scales and clawed limbs. Looking up into the glowing eyes of the tall figure in front of him, he thought, 'Oh, *now* you're awake!'
His inner senses were tickled by cinnabar and midnight, worn leather and cracked granite. "Impatient brat," Eligor growled, from behind. Demons rustled and snickered.
In front of him, Astaroth smiled, showing ebony fangs. 'You managed,' he said smoothly.
Duo's eyes opened and he smiled at Heero. "It's okay," he said.
"Hn?" Heero remarked, looking up at Duo through half-lidded eyes. He sighed, then blinked a few times to regain his control. "Oh... good. The test was a success," he said, moving back slightly.
Duo did not relinquish his hold. "Yes," he said. He moved closer. "Thanks," he said, kissing Heero's lower lip. "And some of the pressure is off... or less," he added, kissing Heero's upper lip.
Heero's cobalt blue eyes drifted downward. He had no one to blame but himself. The test had been his. The results proved to be even better than he'd realized. "Mmmm," he murmured, "That's good... no that's great. You wanna go now?" Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to Duo's briefly.
Duo returned the kiss with hungry, almost desperate fire. Moving back slightly, he looked into his lover's eyes. It was a small miracle, a bit of dark magic, what he saw each time he looked into those deep wells of stormy blue. He recognized how everything about Heero was geared towards focus. His training, his experience... even, Duo could now guess, his heredity. Duo also realized, though the knowledge had not come all at once, that this instinctive and amazing focus had become centered upon himself. He might not be worthy, but he understood now that it didn't matter. He remembered sneaking out of the apartment just a couple of days before, and how it had affected the 'hardened' soldier. Duo thought of his life up to this point and realized that even in the war, he'd never had a responsibility that meant as much to him as this: the love of Heero Yuy. He let these thoughts move through his mind, using them to prepare.
"Not yet," he answered his lover's question. "There's something I gotta do first. Something we have to do together. I'm afraid I have to do most of it, but I need you to back me up." Duo felt the stirring and response in his mind as the horde recognized what he was planning.
Heero breathed an audible sigh as the sense of the mission returned. Looking into the violet eyes for a long stolen moment of intimacy, he finally nodded once. "Hn," he remarked, feeling his focus lock into place. "Just name it," he said to Duo, listening closely and awaiting instruction.
Duo smiled with incredible tenderness, and brushed his fingertips along Heero's cheek.
"Information retrieval," he said, falling back into military terminology. "I go in, get the information. You cover me." He leaned forward and kissed Heero deeply, then grabbed the Japanese boy's hand and pulled him along as he left the bay.
Zechs stretched his legs out on the leather sofa and attempted to put the events in perspective. He was still worried about Duo, but knew that it would not be advantageous to focus on that. His thoughts settled on the conversation with Treize as he absently rubbed the beads of the rosary that Duo had given him in his hand.
Leaning back, he brought it into view, inspecting each bead and the silver cross. He could not be certain, but the rosary looked and felt as though it was very old. It should be in a museum, Zechs thought, looking at it closely. Turning the cross over in his fingers, he frowned suddenly and focused. His head tilted as he noticed that there was something engraved into the silver..."Hn," he remarked out loud as the lettering resolved into what appeared to be a name. "Zandor," he said, aloud, as the crease in his brow deepened.
Looking up for a moment, he tried to think if he had ever heard of the name or word associated with the Church before? Something about it tickled at the back of his mind.
In another room on the first floor of Zechs' house, Wufei continued to pour over the information he'd been in the process of unearthing for hours. What records existed were open to his clearance as a Preventer agent. Using the documents provided by Father Thomas, Wufei had begun to dig into the history if the L2 colonies. The records were unorganized and difficult to follow, a consequence of the change of regime from Alliance to Oz, to Romefellar and back. It wasn't an easy task but Wufei pursued the trail with relentless determination.
After a while, Zechs stood and walked through the house to find Wufei. When he did, he saw that Wufei was in the middle of something. He knocked softly on the doorframe to get his attention. "Are you having any luck?" he asked, walking into the room. "Or could I get you a drink, or something?"
"Luck? No," Wufei answered before looking up. "Results? Some." He leaned back and rubbed his eyes.
Looking up at Zechs, Wufei refocused himself to something outside the old reports and documents.
"I'll make some tea," he said, and stood up to go to the kitchen.
Zechs nodded and followed Wufei to the kitchen. "I found an engraving on the back of the cross that Duo gave me. It's a name. I think I've heard of it before... Zandor." he said, watching as Wufei moved around the room.
Wufei prepared the ceramic pot for the tea and began to heat the water. He frowned, pausing.
"That's a rather odd coincidence," he said. "I don't see how it could be connected, but I've been reading through old Alliance and Oz records. There was an informant... operating in the L2 Colonies as well as on Earth, for a number of years going back as far as 185 or so, possibly as far back as 182. I haven't been able to learn the identity of this person, only a code name - Zandor."
At the word, *informant*, Zechs looked up sharply. His fingers on the table went lax and the rosary slid from this hands. Ice blue eyes closed slowly and behind them Zechs saw... fire. Yes, he knew the name. The year, After Colony 182, was the year that his entire world shattered, the year of his death. The capital of the Sanc Kingdom fell in one day and his father was killed. The castle had burned and Zechs had barely made it out in time.
Later, he had the name and access to the person most responsible for the massacre. One moment in time, apart from the OZ coup d'etat, and one bullet had given the Peacecraft family eternal peace. He had thought that the shadow, the illusive informant, had died within the very shadows that he had walked in. Now, in the light of a new era, the shadow had returned. Zandor, the manipulator, the Judas. There is more to do, Zechs thought.
He stood up from the table and walked to the cabinet without seeing. His hand wrapped around the neck of a bottle of Wild Turkey, twisting the cap off in an instant as he had done so many times. He raised it to his mouth, then stopped, not drinking.
Instead, Zechs turned the bottle over in the sink, pouring the contents down the drain.
Wufei saw the expressions cross Zechs face, saw the depth of the darkness in those ice-blue eyes and simply watched and waited.
He couldn't ask Zechs what the information meant to him. The idea of intruding in such a way was trained out of him from an early age. But he felt compelled to do something to answer the bleakness he could feel coming from the tall blond soldier in waves. So Wufei simply went to Zechs and placed his hand on his shoulder.
Zechs' eyes closed again and then blinked open. The muscles of his hand relaxed and the empty bottle fell from his fingers and clanged in the sink. He turned his head, seeing Wufei, and reached up to cover the hand on his shoulder with one of his own.
"I've heard of this man, Zandor," Zechs said. "182 was the first..." he began, then stopped and took a deep breath. He swallowed, reforming his words to a more human level. "182 was when my father was killed. A General O'Negull was responsible for the attack, but I eventually learned that there had also been an informant who had supplied false information alleging that the Sanc Kingdom had been working secretly against the Alliance. Unlike the Alliance general, whom I killed, the informant, who's identity was only known as Zandor, stayed hidden and I believed that he was dead. I was wrong. It is not over."
Wufei's eyes widened as he heard what Zechs had to say. He thought he could verify the information quickly enough, but there was no reason to doubt Zechs' word, he had every reason to be sure of his facts.
"I have not established if the person under that name *is* still alive," he said slowly. "They may not be. But if it is the same person, you might be interested to know that I believe I can prove that he was responsible for the Maxwell Church Massacre."
Zechs nodded as his head dropped slowly. "Of course," he replied. "What's one more massacre?" He shook his head slowly, then looked back at Wufei. "I find myself back at square one, in the mirror. How can I say anything, given the destruction I have caused myself?" He then grinned slightly, feeling Merquise rise to the forefront. "Yet, I do and I will burn in the flames of hypocrisy once more. If it is the same man, he must be stopped, if for nothing more than the memory of a fallen priest, a nun and an orphan named Duo Maxwell. He exists, Wufei. I can still smell the ashes and feel the flames. He has always walked inside of them in my mind."
Wufei was silent, staying in contact with Zechs through that light touch. "We must be sure," he said at last. "Then we will see to justice. But I... I can already sense it. On its way."
Zechs smiled a little, then turned to Wufei. "I'll set you up with access to my personal files and if you need me to answer anything, just ask," he said. He then cupped Wufei's face in his hands and bent down to kiss the Chinese pilot deeply. "Thank you for being here and for everything you've done for me, Wufei. I don't know how or why, but even this feels different this time."
Wufei returned the kiss, relaxing a little bit. He'd been ferreting through the records for hours and in truth, he was tired, but there was so much more yet to do.
"That sounds like a good thing," he said to Zechs' last comment. He placed his arms around the tall blond and embraced him, then leaned back. "Have some tea," he said, looking into those ice-blue eyes. "I want to see if I can get a little further. Then perhaps we should have dinner, and pool our information."
"Yes," Zechs said. "That sounds excellent."
Wufei took his tea back to the room where he had been working and began going through Zechs' files as well as those of the Alliance and Oz. He rubbed his eyes more than once, then left to go upstairs for a minute, returning quickly. The next time Zechs walked by, about an hour later, he noticed that Wufei had a pair of glasses perched on his nose as he poured through the documents.
A small smile played at his mouth as Zechs leaned in the doorway. For a moment or so, he simply watched Wufei as he worked, then he walked inside and sat straddling a chair. "Dinner is ready," he said, noticing that Wufei was showing signs of fatigue. "I can bring it in here if you would like. You're tired."
Wufei looked up. "Hmm?" He pushed back from the desk for a minute. "Do you know anything about a Bishop... Robardi? There's a mention of him in the records of the Sanc court."
"Yes, Bishop Robardi was a supporter of the Sanc Kingdom. He was very politically active. I think I remember him from..." Zechs began then closed his eyes in concentration. "Christmas in 181. I was five. He met with Father to discuss the Alliance and peace. He stayed to celebrate with us." Taking a deep breath, Zechs looked over at Wufei with a sad smile. "It was the last Christmas in the Sanc Kingdom for me," he said in remembrance, then his pale eyebrows drew together as he pulled away from the past. "How is he mentioned?" Zechs asked.
Wufei studied Zechs. "He seems to have earned the enmity of Zandor. And... I think he may have been connected at one time to someone Duo mentioned, a Monsignor Simon."
"Hn," Zechs remarked. "So, we have a rosary Duo appropriated from Monsignor Elvay with the inscription of a murderous informant's name on the back of it. This informant was on L2 at the time of Father Maxwell's death, on Earth at the fall of the Sanc Kingdom. Can we verify if Elvay is known to be in the same places as these events? If so, if we can make that connection, then we're almost there."
Wufei nodded, pushing his glasses up in an unconscious gesture from almost 10 years ago. "If it can be done, I'll find the connection. Of course there may be none. The name on the rosary may be a coincidence, you realize?"
Zechs nodded, smiling a little at Wufei's gesture. "I do. If it is a coincidence, then we will have exhausted an avenue." He stood, then walked over to Wufei and bent down. "I'll bring some food up. Would it be too distracting if I camped out here for awhile?"
Wufei took a deep breath and let it out. "Don't bring the food up. I need to step away from this for a little while," he said, and reached up to push at the glasses again. He stopped and took them off, dropping them to the desk with a grimace.
Zechs tilted his head. "Oh, I was beginning to enjoy them," he said, kissing Wufei's lips. "You look very... scholarly in glasses and not like the dangerous, fire rendering Gundam pilot at all."
Wufei scowled slightly. "I look ridiculous," he said. Then he shrugged. "A scholar is what I used to be. What I thought once I would always be. But that was a long time ago."
Zechs' eyebrows raised and he nodded. "Quite impressive," he said, "That explains a few things, though. And I disagree about the glasses. They make you look sexy." He stood.
Wufei's eyebrows rose. "Your tastes run to myopic bookworms. I didn't know that," he said, and swept out the door with a decisive step.
Zechs chuckled. "With nice rear ends!" he called, leaving the room.
They ate for a little while in silence. Then Wufei looked up, as if he'd made a decision. "I think I know what Elvay is after," he said quietly.
Zechs looked up. "What?" he asked.
"You said he would need something that would cause some kind of upheaval. I think possibly it has something to do with the ESO," Wufei said.
Zechs managed to swallow his tea without spewing it across the table. "What?!" he exclaimed more at the audacity of such an action than the theory. He shook his head. "It would cause an upheaval definitely."
"I think that's why Duo had to go to space." Wufei shrugged. "I think this Elvay has some kind of hold over him. I know he is fighting it but I feel that he is going to appear to go along with it in order to get close to his enemy."
Zechs thought a moment. "That sounds understandable, if rather risky. I really wish there was some way I could help, more than this. I feel as though we have the same enemy. But, if this man has some hold on Duo, then this might be the only way of breaking it," he said. "And the man who started the war to end all wars, should not be so surprised that someone else should come up with such a ridiculous gesture. "
"I think we are helping the best way, for now," Wufei said. He studied Zechs for a moment. "There's something else we should talk about, I guess."
Zechs looked over at Wufei and settled back in his chair. "All right," he said, "What is it?"
"You and Treize."
Zechs' eyebrows raised. "Ah," he said "I contacted him about this, as I told you. Within that conversation, I invited him to talk. If these events have taught me nothing else, they have reinforced the idea of how fragile life is and the fact that love is something that is not destructible."
Wufei inclined his head. "So you *do* love him."
The former White Fang leader looked up, his ice blue eyes meeting Wufei's dark exotic ones. "Yes," he said quietly.
Wufei looked into Zechs' eyes for a long moment. "It's okay," he said simply.
Zechs looked down for a moment as the gravity of what was just said opened a door in his mind. Suddenly, thoughts piled upon thoughts and the former OZ soldier found himself struggling to sort them out. He looked up at Wufei and heard himself say the only coherent thing he could voice. "You knew."
Wufei nodded, continuing the calm steady regard. "I knew. I've been waiting for *you* to know as well. I'm not drawing any conclusions about what it means. I've learned not to do that, although it took a long time for me to get it."
Zechs took a deep breath, feeling as though his awareness was awakening from a long sleep. His eyes closed for a second and his hand rose to his face in a familiar gesture. The mask was gone, really gone this time. "Everything I've done has been a reaction to Treize..." he said, quietly, knowing that Wufei did understand. Looking up at the Chinese pilot, he said, "I was ... you knew I was wrong when I said that Treize would not be in our bed. He is..." Zechs stopped as another thought intruded into his consciousness.
Zechs had told himself that he was protecting Wufei, championing his cause, by hunting Treize. It had all happened so fast, that he hadn't had time to think. Now, Zechs understood. "I have been battling demons in my head, Wufei... ghosts and shadows. I cannot continue to blame Treize for my actions," he said.
"Nor can you continue to blame yourself," Wufei said softly.
A small frown appeared on Zechs' face as he shook his head, slowly. "How can I stop?"
Wufei rose and walked over to Zechs, reaching out to touch his face gently. "I don't know," he said. "That's something you have to discover for yourself."
Zechs looked up at Wufei as if for the first time. He found confirmation and familiarity in the Chinese pilot's touch, his dark eyes and scent. "Yes," he said, "I will." Leaning forward slowly, he kissed Wufei, gently at first, then more demandingly. Opening Wufei's mouth with his tongue, Zechs sank further into the warm cavern, exploring the contours.
Wufei sighed a little, leaning into the kiss. He felt the need and the fierce spirit of the blond warrior like a flame calling to him. He sucked on the warm tongue invading his mouth, and answered with his own.
Zechs felt his temperature soar as he felt Wufei's response. His breath came in deep gasps as his tongue warred with the Chinese pilot's tongue. Zech's deepened the kiss as his hands moved up to grasp Wufei's shoulders. After a short while, he moved back, feeling his chest move and his heart beat fast. His eyes wandered over Wufei's face, taking in every nuance and contour.
"For you," he said, softly, brushing his fingers over Wufei's lips.
Wufei gave his head one negative jerk. "For us," he replied. He searched Zechs' eyes, then moved away. Instead of turning right, to return to the room where he'd been working, he turned left, to the stairs. He paused just outside the doorway, looking back, one eyebrows raised. "Coming?
As Wufei turned, he saw Zechs already beginning to stand. "Yes," he replied, moving to catch up.
When he reached the bedroom, Wufei walked over and stood in front of the full-length mirror. He never looked in that mirror. Each day he would wash and comb his hair, and pull it into the small tail with a fastener, and then he never so much as glanced in a reflective surface. Now he stood, looking at the image that looked back at him.
He saw a young man, who looked much like he had always looked. A little taller than a year before, perhaps, not much. A well-trained body that served his needs, but of which he was not overly fond. What was it Zechs had said that day? 'You don't see it, do you?' No, he did not see it. He saw what was there, nothing more.
Wufei pulled the fastener from his hair, and then removed his clothes. He'd done this countless times... for Treize.
Naked, he turned and looked at Zechs.
The former OZ soldier had walked into the room mere seconds after Wufei. He watched the young pilot walk to the mirror and stopped. Zechs smiled briefly. He understood what was happening. Slowly, he removed his clothes and folded them neatly.
Standing where he was, he watched as Wufei undressed and then turned in his direction. The response in his body was immediate. His hands were on his hips and he felt his breath catch as the ache in his groin became more acute and his cock rose of its own volition.
He walked over to Wufei and placed his hands on his shoulders. Bending, he pressed his mouth against Wufei's and slid his arms around the Chinese pilot's body as he kissed him deeply.
Wufei placed his hands against Zechs' chest. The man was incredibly beautiful. His beauty was different in every way from that of another who was always in Wufei's thoughts - Heero. Yet there was something, some invisible quality they shared, that was evident to any person who had seen them fight any of their numerous battles. Strong, beautiful bodies, indomitable will. Everything Wufei felt without examining it, that he did not possess. Yet he knew he had something. It no longer mattered very much what it was. Whatever he possessed was his to give as he saw fit. It had taken Heero, and then Treize, and last of all Duo to teach him this but he'd learned the lesson.
He could feel the hunger, but also the tenderness in Zechs kiss. He answered it with fire. Pressing forward until their bodies touched, he demanded, with mouth, with his hands, with the electric touch of his rising manhood against the tall blonde's jutting flesh.
Zechs smoothed his across the skin of Wufei's back and then down over his rear. His large hands kneaded Wufei's soft flesh as the kiss was extended. Zechs pulled Wufei tightly against him, closing the hair's breath of distance between them until he could feel them both breathe together.
Still holding Wufei against him, Zechs moved back, slowly untangling the kiss. His arms relaxed slightly as his hips began their own primal dance. Slowly, he rubbed his aching cock against Wufei's, both delighting and in agony at the friction. His moved his head, trailing kisses over Wufei's neck and shoulder, pausing to capture his earlobe and nibble at it with his teeth. "Yes," he breathed against Wufei's ear. "I want you."
Wufei's eyes closed as he felt the hot kisses, and those strong white teeth against his ear. He reached between them and wrapped his hand around Zechs' cock, feeling the hot skin burn against his palm. He moved it back and forth slowly. "How?" he growled, controlling his voice by sheer will.
Zechs hissed as he felt Wufei's hand on his aching flesh. For a moment, he placed his forehead against Wufei's shoulder and the platinum curtain of hair fell across Wufei's skin. His hips rocked forward in counterpoint to Wufei's motion. Moving his hand around, he grasped Wufei's cock, feeling it alive in his hand. "No," he breathed against Wufei's ear. "No, scabby knees," he said, remembering Duo's words as he met the rhythm of Wufei's hand with his own.
Zechs bit his lower lip, then let Wufei go. He covered the hand around his cock and moved it away. "I want you on the bed," he said, in his distinctive breathless voice. Not waiting for a reply, Zechs moved his arms around Wufei, lifting and carrying him to the large bed.
Wufei looked up at Zechs, his mouth twisting slightly. Before the blond knew what was happening. Wufei took his arm and deftly flipped him onto the bed as well.
"I didn't say where," he said. Then he crawled on top of Zechs, straddling his waist. His dark eyes slanted down. He slid backwards slightly and rubbed the cleft of his hips against the rigid flesh behind him.
"Mmmm," Zechs murmured as a smile etched itself across his face. "Like this," he said, moving his hips up slightly. He looked into the dark, beautiful eyes. "Come down here a second," Zechs said, crooking a finger at Wufei. "I've got something to tell you."
Wufei stretched himself along the length of Zechs' body. He leaned down until his nose was a few inches from Zechs. "Hmmm?"
"I like you anyway I can get you," Zechs said, leaning forward. He kissed Wufei again as his hands moved behind the Chinese pilot deftly. Soon, Wufei felt warm, slick fingers penetrate him from behind, sliding deeply into his body. "Surprise," Zechs said softly, licking Wufei's lower lip as his opposite hand tossed the hidden tube of lubricant to the floor.
Wufei gasped, back arching as his body was invaded. He moaned, pushing against Zechs' chest with both hands to move back into the touch, rocking into those fingers, feeling the impact inside as a wash of intense pleasure. He closed his eyes, and reached down with one hand to grasp his own cock, quickly and fully surrendering to his own need for more stimulation.
Zechs moved his hand deeper into Wufei's body, watching him pleasuring himself above him. His eyelids drifted down as he felt his own need rise sharply in response. Suddenly, he took his hand away and replaced it with his swollen cock. Placing his hands around Wufei's waist, he thrust upward, feeling himself shudder with the contact. Looking up, Zechs moved his hands around Wufei's rear again rocking the pilot down against him as he moved upward, impaling him on his shaft.
"Zechs!" Wufei hissed, feeling his body stretched by the hot, stiff flesh pushing deeper into him. As Zechs positioned him, he ground his body down harder, the slight pain submerged in the shivering pleasure of that contact. Wufei bucked, riding the waves of sensation.
Zechs felt his body radiate with heat and perspiration as he moved into Wufei. All thought distilled down to the movement of Wufei against him and the tight, warm sheath of flesh that he plunged into over and over again. He heard Wufei speak his name and growled as his hips moved faster and deeper inside. Looking up at his lover, Zechs moaned watching the passion play across Wufei's face, driving him closer to the edge of the abyss.
Wufei looked down, imprinting the picture of Zechs beneath him into his mind and soul. The pleasure was too intense. With a sharp cry he tumbled over the edge, his hips working automatically, slamming down on the blonde's shaft over and over, his muscles clenching and spasming as he came.
Zechs growled again as he felt his seed release deep inside Wufei's body. Breathing hard, his ice blue eyes opened wide capturing the image of Wufei forever. Reaching up, he moved his arms around Wufei, sitting up slightly as they were still joined together. He kissed Wufei deeply, then moved back to look into those dark eyes that had captivated him. "Now I can say it, without reservation. I love you. You will always have my heart with you wherever you go and I will always carry you with me. That is how it works." he said, definitely.
Wufei slid his arms around the blond warrior's neck. He listened to the words with his heart. One hand slid up to trace the line of Zechs' cheekbone. He kissed the strong, fine bone beneath the pale flesh. "You are my brother, Zechs Merquise, as well as my lover. Fate has cast us in this triangle. Don't fight it. I will not. We have further to go, you and I, before we understand how everything will come out."
Zechs listened closely and then nodded his assent. "I have no intention of fighting," Zechs said, "I have no idea what will happen, but I feel more myself than I have in a quite awhile. We will simply have to see about the rest."
Wufei smiled, and brushed a lock of platinum hair out of Zechs' face. He kissed the blond deeply, relaxing against him. "It's a good plan," he said simply.
End of Part 17 - TBC
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