7-July-2000
Title: The Hunt ()()()()()()()() Notes: This is a *direct sequel* to our previous fic, ESO, and picks up about two weeks or so after the conclusion of that story. This is the most recent entry in what I am now dubbing the Frozen Colony Arc (whoo hoo, we have an Arc!!! Doesn't that sound impressive? ^_~). Many references are made to events in the previous fics. I would like to think this would not be annoying to anyone who hasn't read the previous stories, but I might be on crack. In the event that anyone is interested, the *chronological* order of these stories is as follows, and all can be found at GW Addiction. [Discoveries: Her Fallen Count; The Frozen Colony; Down Time in Hell; The Rematch; The Future; The Power of Goodbye; and E.S.O.] ESO SPOILER: for those of you who read ESO or don't mind being spoiled, Wufei revealed to Zechs at the end of that story that Treize was still alive, which events actually happened in The Future. We do not know at this time how many other characters will come into the story. This is a multi-parter, but will definitely NOT be anything like the length of ESO (sigh of relief heard all around).
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com>
Archive: GW Addiction http://www.oocities.org/fenris_wolf0/ and if she chooses, Darkflame http://members.xoom.com/riouka/gwpage.html
Category: yaoi, angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 6x5/5x6 so far, mentions of 1x2 and 5x1x2
Spoilers: Series, Endless Waltz, fics of ours
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.
Warnings: Yaoi, LEMON (graphic sex). No one is intentionally bastardized, but we do not guarantee that our interpretations of characters will agree with yours, so a general OOC warning.
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Wufei grabbed the outstretched hand without thinking, running to keep up with the Zechs' long strides. Later he would wonder how and why he'd reacted so instinctively but for now...
Zechs sealed his faceplate and made it out to the Tallgeese with Wufei mirroring his actions. The tall man jumped up to the cockpit with Wufei behind him. As he grabbed the edge of the open hatch, he watched Zechs strap into the restraining harness and thought suddenly, 'There is no way this can work...'
Zechs glanced up and smiled. Reaching up, he touched the controls and re-adjusted the harness slightly. "The Tallgeese was the proto-type for the mobile suits. It was designed to launch the suit into space. You know that. Well, it was also designed to be more adjustable to a pilot," he said, patting his thighs with his hands. "Sit."
Wufei licked his lips, looking at the place he was being asked to sit. Fortunately his helmet was on and the suit pressurized, preventing the slight nosebleed he would have had otherwise.
He climbed in and turned around, sitting snugly between Zechs' legs. When I agreed to this, I forgot we would both be wearing space suits, he thought wryly. He decided to get as much mileage as possible anyway, and shoved his rear back a bit more, pressing against Zechs firmly. Then he promptly grabbed Zechs' hands off the controls and put them around his waist. "Unless you want me bouncing around in the cockpit, hold tight!" he said, and placed his on hands on the thruster, placing his feet next to Zechs on the floor pedals. He grinned wickedly, aware that Zechs couldn't see the expression. Quickly he sealed and pressurized the cabin. "Ready?" he said and without waiting for consent, hit the thrusters hard. Chang Wufei had never been wimpy on take-offs. Well, take-offs, landings, you name it. He was known for his heavy hand on the throttle and Zechs had just placed himself in the position of back-seat driver.
Zechs groaned into his helmet, feeling the Gundam pilot settle in his lap. This was a good idea, Zechs, he thought. Finding his hands around Wufei's waist, he gave up any thoughts of piloting at all. In fact, his original plan called for readjusting the harness and chair enough to accommodate them a little more solidly. This, however, was much more fun and interesting. Moving his arms around Wufei's body, he pulled the slender pilot back against him tightly. His hips pressed upward slightly giving the pilot a definite indication of what exactly he was sitting on.
Wufei grinned and piled on the jets, forcing his body down harder on the prominent bulge beneath him. 'You'll squeal before I will, Zechs,' he thought wickedly.
He took a quick bearing and set a course for Earth. "Unseal my helmet, would you?" he asked politely, giving his rear a slight wiggle.
Zechs bit his lip, feeling the effects of the wiggle in his lap. He reached up and unsealed Wufei's helmet as requested.
"Thanks!" Wufei said breathlessly. "How about yours? Or are you afraid of my piloting?" He grinned and it could be heard in the mischievous tone of his voice.
"Yes... uh no. I'm not afraid of your piloting," he said, breathless himself. Reaching up, he unsealed his helmet.
Smiling evilly, Wufei adjusted his feet on the pedals... which involved spreading his legs apart a bit more, forcing Zechs' leg apart a bit more. "Too bad there's nothing to battle," he muttered softly.
Zechs looked up at Wufei from behind as his fingers pressed Wufei back against him again. "Huh.. uh, yeah... too bad," he answered licking his lips. Oh, there's something to battle up here, all right, he thought.
Suddenly Wufei made a course correction. He whipped the big suit at a 45-degree angle and made a slight detour....
Setting down on the backside of the moon, he waited for any comment from the tall blond underneath and behind him.
Zechs, who had closed his eyes as he felt Wufei slide into him again, blinked. "Something.... wrong with the Tallgeese?" he asked, panting.
"Only a minor problem, easily adjusted," Wufei said, not quite believing he was going to do what he was going to do. He felt extremely irresponsible... giddy even. Was it a reaction from the release of pressure and tension that had been building up for days? Was it relief at the relatively peaceful confrontation with Treize? It could have been all of those things or none of them.
Wufei rose from the warm seat and quickly unsealed his suit, slipping out of it. Then, with barely a look over his shoulder, he began stripping off his clothes...
Zechs watched, perplexed for a moment, but pleased. His heart was thudding in his chest so hard, he wondered if he was having another heart attack. The heart isn't that low in the body, Zechs, he thought. "Oh, yeah," he said, "That trouble." His fingers rose to unfasten his own suit, suddenly finding it the most uncomfortable piece of clothing ever made. His eyes, however, were glued to Wufei's body.
Once he was undressed, Zechs reached out and drew Wufei closer. Sliding his hand around Wufei's neck, he kissed the exotic young man deeply and lingeringly. Wrapping his arms around Wufei's body, Zechs moaned as he felt his skin touch and meld against the pilot's body.
Wufei responded hotly to the kiss, then pushed at Zechs' body, pushing him back into the pilot's chair. Looking down, he climbed up and straddled Zechs' lap, facing him, placing his hands on Zechs' shoulders and looking down with a very feline look in his dark eyes.
Zechs breathed deeply, feeling his body tingle in anticipation. The look in Wufei's eyes spoke of something feral and wild. He liked it. He felt his hair tickle his shoulders, most of it fanning out in the lessened atmosphere.
Wufei reached down between their bodies and took Zechs' cock in his hand in a firm grip and began pumping it slowly.
Zechs moaned in a low, long soft tone. His hips rocked in time with Wufei's hand, his ice-blue eyes, never leaving the dark ones.
Leaning down, Wufei ran his tongue along Zechs' upper then lower lip. "Remember," he said in a low voice. "You said I could work the controls."
A slow smile spread across Zechs' features and nodded, feeling his face warm. "I remember," he said.
Wufei ran his thumb across the tip of Zechs shaft, smearing the bead of liquid forming there. He lifted and guided the stiff flesh beneath him, slowly easing down on and around it, impaling himself. His neck curved, tilting his head back as he stretched around the hard thing.
Zechs' eyelids drooped and he licked his lips as he felt Wufei's body slide around his aching flesh. The sight of Wufei's obvious pleasure was intoxicating as well as exciting. Again, Zechs had the strange and delicious feeling of this being 'right'. He lifted his hands to Wufei's thighs, feeling the smooth skin under his touch. Holding him securely, Zechs pulled Wufei down further filling him completely.
Moaning softly, Wufei settled, bending to kiss Zechs again, sucking his tongue hard as he began to move, his strong thighs lifting him up then lowering him with a deliciously slow pace at first. He rotated his hips, gasping as the movement caused the rigid shaft inside him to brush against his pleasure spot. He adjusted slightly and then began to move more rapidly, working himself up and down on Zechs' lap, using the blond's body to stimulate himself.
Zechs chuckled a little. He was being taken advantage of again. The thought made him even hotter. He held on to Wufei, feeling his own body begin its rapid ascent. His fingers gripped Wufei tighter as his hips began moving faster inside the Chinese pilot's body. "Wufei," Zechs breathed as he moved, his body bouncing against the other pilot's as he felt each thrust impact both of them.
The Chinese pilot growled and his body worked, squeezing Zechs with each repetition of the pumping movement. He wanted hard and fast, and he wanted to come quickly. The urgency was evident as he nipped the skin of Zechs' throat. Wufei moaned, feeling the beginnings of the building wave of pleasure as he transfixed himself in just the right way over and over. Suddenly his body clenched and he gasped, fingers digging into Zechs shoulders as he arched back, shuddering. Between them, his own erection, which had been rubbing with wonderful friction against the blond's stomach, suddenly gave up it's thick liquid as the dark-eyed boy shook through his climax.
Zechs closed his eyes briefly, feeling Wufei's body close tightly around him. He felt the climax shake the Chinese pilot and then felt his own answer in kind as he emptied deeply inside. He held Wufei against him, holding on tightly as he felt both of them breathe rapidly.
Wufei leaned forward against Zechs as he breathed, holding on to the last few shudders of pleasure as long as possible. After a few moments he looked into those ice-blue eyes and smiled. He kissed Zechs lightly and sighed.
"That... was good," he said in a low voice. "No... great. It was great. I needed that. Do you hear me, Zechs Merquise? I needed it." He buried his hand in silky platinum strands and smiled an utterly satisfied smile.
Zechs watched and listened, feeling totally satisfied and in tune. "I hear you," he said, softly, stroking Wufei's back. "I needed you, too. To be buried deep within you." He lifted Wufei's chin. "And yes, this was fantastic. You took advantage of me again, didn't you?"
Wufei nodded. "Do you know what the most amazing this is?" he asked huskily. "The amazing thing is... I don't feel a bit guilty for doing so," he said, a laughed, a rare musical laugh not heard by very many people.
"Good," Zechs said, the notes of the laugh tickling his ears. "And I don't feel so," he began and then tilted his head down. "...alone." he finished.
Wufei touched the blue-eyed man's face gently, letting his fingers trace the planes of his cheeks, his eyebrows, his lips. "I hope not," he said finally, in a very practical voice. "If you feel alone I am doing something wrong here," he said, tightening his rear muscles with a little squeeze.
Zechs mouth opened and he gasped in pure pleasure. "No, you're doing quite well there," he said. Then he looked at Wufei, tilting his head slightly. "You're not like this with other people, are you?"
Wufei sighed. "I don't think so," he said. He tilted his head, looking down. "What about you?" he asked.
"Never this relaxed," Zechs said. "And certainly never this unconcerned about how I'm looking. Does that make sense?"
Wufei shrugged. "As much as anything does." He smiled and suddenly lifted his body, letting Zechs free. He moved back and stood between Zech's feet, stretching. "I supposed I should put my clothes and suit back on," he said, with a lingering twinkle in his dark eyes.
"Oh I don't know," Zechs said. "It's certainly the best view I've gotten from spending a great deal of time in the Tallgeese," he said. "Oh, and if that is what you need," Zechs added as he reached out and touched Wufei's stomach, then moved his hand down, grasping his cock. "I am only too happy to... give it to you."
Wufei smiled. He took one of Zechs' hands and kissed the palm. Then he drew the index finger into his mouth and sucked it gently. Removing it slowly he said. "That's good... I have a few dozen ideas of what I want and need. Some of them require more room than this... some of them don't."
Zechs nodded. "Understood," he said. "Yes, I think we'd better get home or be stranded in space on the moon.. wherever the hell we are now.." Zechs said, shivering at the touch.
Wufei nodded, his eyes slanting down at the blond. "In that case you might want to let go of my... controls..."
Zechs Merquise looked up at Wufei and sighed. Looking down at his hand, wrapped around Wufei's controls he said, "Later. Reluctantly, he let go, giving it a little squeeze, then began shrugging into his own clothes.
Wufei sighed. He gave it a moment but his "controls" were still... at ready. 'Master O naked on a cold day' he thought, in an effort to control raging hormones. It only helped a little.
With both the pilots somehow redressed (it's always harder putting on clothes in tight space than taking them off, ever notice? Think about changing out of your bathing suit and into clothes in the car at the beach), Wufei back in the 'pilot's seat' so to speak, strapped in, as it were, Chang again hit the thrusters hard, grinning and somehow they finished the trip back to Earth.
Once back on the Earth, Zechs Merquise piloted the little red Porsche home.
"Want me to sit on your lap for that?" Wufei say wickedly, as they got in the car. "I bet I can work the stick."
Zechs smiled. "I'd love for you to sit on my lap for everything, Wufei. Maybe next time. I got a bed, shower, piece of floor with your name on it. Now get in," he said, folding his long form into the small spot and revving the engine.
Wufei shrugged. "Sure fine, I'm easy."
Zechs inclined his head towards Wufei. Reaching over into the Chinese pilot's lap, he smiled. "No you're not. I would definitely say, hard," he said.
Wufei slid a hand into Zechs' lap. "Drive," he said. The corner of his mouth twitched as he silently decided to see how well the little Porsche cornered when it's driver was experiencing severe distraction.
Zechs took his back route to his home. Breathing in short, hard gasps, he managed to only graze a couple of curbs and veered into the oncoming lane only once in his battle to reach his front door. Once there, he came to a screeching halt, holding out an arm instinctively to keep the young pilot from hitting the interior.
"Home," he panted, looking down at Wufei with a crooked smile.
"Nice job," Wufei said coolly. "Especially the way you lost that traffic cop who was about to turn on her siren."
"Traffic cop?" Zechs asked, not remembering anything but the stripes on the road.
"Never mind." Wufei entered the small house with a distinct feeling of belonging. He went up the stairs without a backward look. "I need a shower."
Zechs nodded as his aristocratic manners kicked in, momentarily. "All right. I'll be..," he said and then caught himself as the spectre of widow thumb and her four daughters rose in his mind. "Alone?!" he called, taking the steps two at a time.
Wufei had already disappeared leaving Zechs to guess.
At the top of the stairs, Zechs turned towards the guest room. "But..." he said to himself, "That's... Zechs calm down... Don't pounce. He's only taking a shower. He'll be here for some time. He's not going away." Turning he started to head to his own room down the hall. Stopping again, he turned around and went to the guest room.
"I said, you're gonna take a shower alone?" he said.
The guest room was empty. The guest bath was empty.
Zechs frowned. He looked around to confirm that he wasn't going crazy and that Wufei was not in the room. Then, he closed his eyes. "Get a fucking clue, Merquise," he muttered and walked to his bedroom.
He could hear the water running in his bathroom.
Zechs smiled. He walked to the bath, removing pieces of clothing as he went. Opening the door, he walked inside.
"There you are," Wufei's voice drifted over the water. "Took your time."
Zechs opened his mouth to reply, then closed it. He grinned and opened the shower door. "Found the shower, I see," he said.
Wufei tossed a bar of soap over his shoulder without looking around. "Don't drop that," he said, rinsing his face.
Zechs caught the soap and held it. "What happens if I drop it?" he asked, watching Wufei.
"Well one of us would have to bend over a pick it up," Wufei said blandly. "And since I'm almost through, it wouldn't be me." He covered the snicker with another quick rinse.
Zechs shook his head. "You are evil, you know." he said.
Wufei smiled. "I think I knew that when I was... um, pretty young. Why do you think I spent so much time trying to learn discipline?"
Zechs arched an eyebrow at him. Reaching into the spray of water with the soap, he lathered his hands. "Ok," he said and then placed soapy hands on Wufei's back. "You missed a spot," he said.
Wufei peered over his shoulder, frowning. "Really? Take care of that for me, would you?"
"Yeah, sure," Zechs said. "You know I was an officer in the OZ organization, once," he said, smoothing his hands over Wufei's back. In the process, the soap ejected from his grasp and hit the shower floor. "I was a Commander, too. A leader of the White Fang."
Wufei arched his back sensuously under Zechs' hands. "Mmm hmmm," he said. "I heard that." When the soap hit the shower floor, he said, "I'm not picking that up."
"There was a time when I could have had you arrested and made you pick it up," Zechs continued, moving his hands over the curves of Wufei's rear, slowly.
Wufei spread his legs a little wider - for balance - and tilted his hips into the soapy fingers. "Really? That's interesting," he said.
"Oh yes," Zechs said, moving his hand between Wufei's legs to grasp his cock in his soapy hand. "Lightening Count, I was once called," he said, pumping Wufei slowly.
Wufei growled. "Ummm.... yes.... I think I heard the name..." he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "And I killed Treize Kushrenanda. Are you trying to impress me?"
Zechs slid his other hand down into the valley between the curves of Wufei's rear, inserting his index finger into the small puckered entrance. "Oh, yes," Zechs said, not answering the question.
Wufei moaned, his hips pushing back against Zechs' hand demandingly. "Ohhhhh..." His body began to rock.
Zechs stepped up a little closer, moving his finger in and out of Wufei's body, while his other hand glided along his hardened shaft.
Wufei rocked harder and faster, reaching down to his own erect organ, pumping it urgently. He reached out his free hand, bending and bracing against the shower wall.
"Forget the cursed soap," he growled, his voice throbbing. "Fuck me!"
Zechs stepped up a little closer, moving his finger in and out of Wufei's body, while his other hand glided along his hardened shaft. Zechs moved his hands around Wufei's rear, parting him. Moving against him, Zechs took his own swollen organ and slid inside Wufei deeply. Gripping Wufei's hips, he pulled him back hard against his stomach impaling the Chinese pilot fully. "As you wish, love," he managed. Bending down over him, Zechs kissed the top of Wufei's back as he held him close.
Heero peered at the puzzling message on his laptop. "Hn," he remarked. "Hey, Duo," he called. "Read this message from Zechs. What's it mean?"
Duo looked at the message, which said,
"Thanks and tell your Mother I am very grateful for her help. Zechs."
Duo looked around. "Hn," he said. "Odd message!"
He sort of wandered idly towards the kitchen.
Just as Duo got to the kitchen, he was suddenly stopped as someone was holding his braid.
Uh... there were only two people in the house and Duo knew *he* hadn't done it. "Um, hey, Heero, I think you got my braid there... wanna let go? I was gonna make some kool-aid."
The next thing Duo felt were arms locking around his body from behind. "What did Zechs mean by being grateful to my Mother? I assume he was talking about Alfa and I know that I didn't call her..." Heero said against Duo's ear.
Duo swallowed. "Yeah.. oh that! Oh! Well uh, I was going to tell you about that, actually, yeah! See, I tried to think of who might be able to take on Kushrenada and um, well I knew you had a contact code for her so I, uh, got it off your laptop and, uh, well I called her. Are you tired of Rocket Raspberry? I think I got some Tropical Punch..."
Heero nodded. Leaning over, he closed his mouth around Duo's warm neck, tasting him. "I prefer Dynamite Duo, actually," he said. "Good job."
Duo blinked. "Good... uh thanks," he said. He shivered, feeling the soft warm touch on his skin. "Uh I tried to suggest that Duo flavor to em but they never even wrote me back. So I guess we're stuck with Raspberry..." However he was no longer trying to go to the kitchen. Instead he turned and slid his arms around Heero's waist, rubbing his nose against the Japanese boy's cheek.
"Thier loss. More for me," Heero said. "We'll do take-out. That way we can discuss strategies until they get here."
Duo looked puzzled, wrinkling his nose. "Strategies for what?"
"Body strategies. Like how they fit together and all. Now that Wufei is relatively safe..." Heero began.
Duo laughed. "Yeah relatively... I don't think he's going to get away from Zechs too easy though."
"Agreed," Heero said. "Just like you're not getting away from me," he said, looking into Duo's violet eyes. "I need you to teach me something, Duo."
Duo laughed. "Something the Perfect Soldier doesn't know? What would that be? How to make, uh, water balloons? Or, uh, how to short-sheet a bed or..."
"None of that," Heero said, kissing Duo deeply. "How to make Duo In Bed Surprise," Heero answered.
Duo shivered. He answered the kiss with one of his own, very full-out, very Duo.
"That's easy," he said breathlessly. "Just get Heero Yuy in bed and wait. Surprise! Duo shows up every time!!!"
"Hn," Heero said, brushing Duo's cheek with his hand. Then, he extracted himself from Duo's arms and ran to the bed and leapt on it. With optimum precision, he removed what clothing he had on and sat... waiting.
Duo smiled. He took a moment to enjoy the picture of Heero sitting there naked. It was a Kodak moment. Then he began walking slowly to the bed, removing his own shirt and pants quickly. He plopped on the bed, grinning. He leaned forward and kissed Heero's cheek. "Surprise!" he whispered.
Heero chuckled, then slid his arms around Duo's body, moving over the braided pilot on the bed. "Captured," he said. "The hunt is over."
FIN
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