17-Jun-2000

Title: Reclaiming Quatre
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Various
Spoilers: Series
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.

Reclaiming Quatre by the Bonne-Von project

Part Seven

Lady Une sat beside the unconscious body of Treize Khushrenada, stroking the back of his hand gently. It was so ironic that they had reversed positions this way. She thought over the events of the supposed "last" battle over Earth, and how it had in the end turned out to be anything but. Libra's huge beam cannon had fired once, scorching Earth and creating untold damage. Treize had led all of Earth's forces to space to stop Zechs, and then it had happened. The massive cannon had fired a second time. Une had somehow found herself awake, drawn like steel to a lodestone, in space in Wing 01, and had desperately rushed to save Treize from a death she could see as clearly as if is had already happened. She was in time... barely. But something went wrong. Wing01 was caught in the edge of the blast, but so was Tallgeese II. She escaped miraculously, unscathed, though the Gundam was destroyed. Treize had not been so lucky. The edge of the bean clipped Tallgeese, and his cockpit panels had exploded. He'd been caught in the blast. Une had abandoned the Wing, gotten to him in space, managed to get the Tallgeese hatch opened and found him there. It had taken all her skill to get the suit back to the M02, and from there, to get Treize to Earth. Physically, he could recover, but he was in a deep coma.

The door opened and an officer cleared his throat.

"I'm coming," she said, leaving the chair. Master Treize... come back to us. I'm not handling this very well... it's dragged on and become a meaningless struggle that seems never to have an end.

She left the room, and turned to the officer once the door was closed.

"What is it?" she asked, knowing there would have to be something to cause them to interrupt her here.

"Lady... Colonel... General Une..." the officer stumbled. "What's left of our forces have returned to M02. The White Fang did not follow. But we don't know why. We believe they have been building up their mobile doll forces from Moonbase. They should have enough strength to wipe us out - we don't know why they haven't done so."

Une glanced at the man. "Never mind. We must reinforce our position there. We cannot give up. Zechs may find a way to repair his beam cannon. With that threat hanging over the entire Earth, we cannot afford to give up."

The officer looked at General Une doubtfully. "I agree with you, General, but as you know, our forces are splintered. Without His Excellency to pull them together..."

"I know!" Une said forcefully, her voice cracking a tiny bit. "We will have to do our best... until His Excellency... is able to rejoin us!"

The man blanched and closed his mouth quickly.

'Oh, Treize...' Une thought sadly.

The claxon alarm bell rang through Peacemillion. "There's a large force heading directly for us from Libra," Howard said over the ship's comm. "We can run, or we can stand and fight."

The pilot's conference had just concluded. Quatre looked around the table, making sure everyone was solidly behind his audacious plan.

"Do it, Quatre," Heero said.

Quatre nodded and called the bridge. "Howard, this is Quatre. We stand and fight. Get all the Gundams ready to launch, immediately. Is Sandrock... able to fight?"

"Yes it is," Howard answered. "We recovered it from space and got her fixed up. She's ready to go. It's good to hear your voice full of fighting spirit again, young Winner."

"Thank you, sir. We are all heading for the bay. We'll keep in touch during the fight," Quatre said. Then he and the others ran out, heading for the mobile suit bay.

Noin was waiting at the bay entrance. She looked at Quatre, as if trying to quickly determine if he was truly up to what was coming. Quatre hugged her, noting her spacesuit. "Lucrezia," he said, looking into her eyes, "This is going to be the worst battle of all for you. I want you to stay here with Howard and Sally."

"I can't, Quatre," she said forcefully. "What he... what he did to you... he's not the man I knew. I must help stop him." Her inner conflict was far from resolved.

Quatre took her hands. "Listen to me, Lucrezia. The man you knew... well, he may still exist somewhere. Now please, you must do as I ask, I have reasons, but I can't explain right now." Then Quatre leaned forward and whispered something in her ear.

Noin started and stared at Quatre. He nodded. She dropped his hands but slowly nodded back. "All right. But if you fail, I'm coming out there."

That was enough for Quatre, he turned and ran into the bay where the others were already getting set to launch.

Zechs leaned over and adjusted the VR helmet on Dorothy's head. "It will be up to you. Have fun. Good luck," he said, and then turned to leave.

Dorothy smiled and watched as the displays showed the position of the mobile dolls and the Gundams deployed to defend Peacemillion She sighed and then began her work.

A short while later, Zechs touched the button which brought the flight harness down over his shoulders and secured him to the chair. He checked the main systems of the Epyon and then powered it up. "This will have to suffice as the final battle," Zechs said and then moved the crimson mobile suit out of the bay and into space.

The Gundams waited, a good distance in front of Peacemillion. They wanted to give Howard a chance to run if they were defeated, since Peacemillion wasn't designed as a war ship and hadn't any beam cannons or other offensive weapons.

Heavyarms, Altlong, Sandrock, Deathscythe and Wing Zero waited for the hordes of mobile dolls and the red Gundam Epyon.

The mobile dolls, guided by Dorothy, fell into formation. The Gundam Epyon moved through and headed straight for the Gundam Sandrock as the ranks of mobile dolls broke into four equally divided groups to take out the four other Gundam pilots.

"Quatre," Zechs said over the comm, "I cannot in all faith let you survive."

The shotels of the Sandrock Gundam began to glow as they were pulled into place. There was no response from the Gundam pilot as it headed to meet Epyon a short distance away from the others.

Zechs watched and guided Epyon towards Sandrock. Zechs unleashed the saber and prepared to attack.

Using a communication band off the regular channels, a quick conversation took place among the others. Heavyarms, Altlong and Deatchscythe made for the mobile dolls, using an approach pattern designed to push them together.

Wing Zero headed out to the section of mobile dolls coming towards it and pulled the big buster rifle. The beam fired and Zero swept it from one side to the other, reducing the still-bunched group of mobile dolls to pieces of metal rubbish. Once most of them were vaporized, the Wing turned sharply and headed for Epyon's back.

Wufei set his sights on the mobile dolls ahead of him. Bringing his mobile suit around, he attacked with precision and without mercy. A few moments later, the group of mobile dolls that had engaged him, disintegrated into a tapestry of orange death. Wufei moved towards Epyon as well.

Zechs brought the saber down against the left side of Sandrock. Inside, his stomach twisted as he imagined the aqua eyes and sweet expression before him. 'Oh god, how can I?' he asked.

Sandrock moved to evade, but the saber found purchase and it warbled. "Gotta get away from this," the pilot said and moved to disengage. Blue eyes looked up with grim determination. 'I hope this works.'

Inside Epyon, Zechs grit his teeth. His head fell as he tried to battle the pain in his heart. 'You are a soldier...a commander!' he thought to himself. 'You cannot afford this emotional state!' He growled and then looked up. "Quatre," he said into the comm. "Stay here! You cannot possibly defeat Epyon. You will be destroyed and... I know what I said, but it simply cannot be."

Zechs did not wait for an answer but turned away from Sandrock to the rest of the battle.

However, when Epyon turned, Zechs found Wing Zero closing on him at maximum speed. The Gundam was on him before he could react, dropping the cannon on the way, and pulling out the beam sabre. Epyon was hit with multiple blows of amazing speed and power.

The red mobile suit recalculated and reacted. Inside, Zechs rocked with each blow. Once the momentum was optimum, he moved up and away from the Wing Zero. "All right boy! This will be the end," he snarled and brought the beam saber down in three quick motions.

Wing Zero countered perfectly. Epyon failed to hit any damaging blow. The Epyon's control system warned Zechs of other targets heading towards him. Altlong was streaking in from the side. It seemed that Wing Zero's pilot was going to accept help this time. Then Epyon warned him again, the alarm strident. Sandrock had accelerated, coming up behind him. The two shotels were fitted in a pincher that clamped around Epyon's lower half. The Gundanium armor screamed as the heat energy built to a level that could melt even the powerful alloy.

Deathscythe whirled, taking out scores of mobile dolls, cutting a swath that crippled the force against him.

Heavyarms fired barrage-style, pushing his opponent mobile dolls into the remains of those fighting Deatchscythe and the two pilots moved together to eliminate the rest. Then they too turned to converge on Epyon.

"No!" Zechs cried out in the Epyon. "Quatre!" He then pushed the Epyon to its limits. Raising the saber, he struck out in a sweeping arc, determined to bring Zero down.

Zero threw up its shield arm in time. Suddenly a communication window opened on Zechs' display. Aqua eyes looked at him directly.

"I'm in front of you, Zechs," Quatre said. "And Wing Zero is telling me it's time for the Epyon to be destroyed. The Epyon has no future, Zechs."

Ice blue eyes opened wide as Zechs attempted to process the information. 'How can that be?' he thought.

Another window opened, showing dark swirling hair and indigo eyes, "I'm behind you, Zechs, and I'm not letting go," Heero said. "In a few moments you'll have a legless suit. You are being surrounded by all of us. The only way out for you now is to self- destruct... but you can only do that if you're willing to take all of us with you... even Quatre."

Epyon's control system began pulsing, suddenly going in and out of sync. Epyon was indeed seeing its own future... non-existence.

Zechs breathed hard, the pulse of the system matching each breath. Deep inside he screamed, "NO!" but the softer, calm voice of his father said, "Noblesse Oblige."

Zechs hit the console with the heel of his hand and the Epyon powered down.

Sandrock's pincher cut through the gundanium alloy and the bottom half of the red Gundam sheered off, floating in space. Sandrock released and powered down the shotels.

Suddenly the hatch of Epyon opened from the outside.

Taking off the Epyon's system visor, Zechs could see though his helmet to the open hatch. There in a spacesuit, the blond Arabian waited, one hand holding the edge of the opening. Beyond, Zechs could see the open hatch of the Wing Zero, and around them, the other Gundams.

"Come out, Milliardo Peacecraft," Quatre said. "Your war is over. You are now a prisoner in our custody."

Zechs moved the restraining harness and stood and moved to the hatch. He straightened his shoulders, but the look in his eyes spoke to the sorrow inside. As he moved out of the damaged Epyon, he began calculating what this end might mean to humanity.

Quatre moved in front of him, taking his arm. "Stop thinking of others," he said. "Time to think of yourself. Isn't that what you told me when I found myself in your room on Libra?"

Zechs looked up, feeling the sting of the words he had spoken. Saying nothing, he walked along with Quatre. Now he must live the life of a captured soldier. He had no doubt that it would be a short life.

Quatre pulled Zechs out of the remains of Epyon's cockit back to Wing Zero. Climbing back in, he moved the Gundam away from the area, and turned Zero so that Zechs, now cradled in Wing Zero's hand, could watch. Sandrock, Deathscythe, Altlong and Heavyarms all struck together and the remains of the red Gundam were obliterated.

Back on the Libra, the White Fang soldier monitoring the controls turned to Qinze, stunned.

"The Epyon... has been destroyed!"

Standing in the hand of the Wing Zero, Zechs Merquise commanded his body to remain still. The effect of witnessing the destruction of the mobile suit had hit the soldier in him hard. 'It is no more than fair,' he thought and then looked up towards the cockpit of the Wing. "Touche," he said, simply.

On board the Libra, Quinze looked at the soldier and frowned. Glancing up at the monitors, he saw the brilliant flashes of light confirming the facts.

"No," Dorothy whimpered, moving towards the console. "This cannot be! It cannot be finished this way! Oh Mister Milliardo," she beseeched.

Quinze closed his eyes as the news from the Colonies and the Earth Sphere declaring and end to the fighting was broadcast through the monitor. He barely heard the news as he turned to Dorothy. "Would you please, just shut up!" he moaned.

Dorothy was unrepentant. Ignoring the older man, she looked down at the soldier. "Prepare the mobile dolls! We can attack now and rescue Mr. Milliardo. He will see us to victory!"

"But... ma'am," the soldier replied. "Uh... we have no mobile units left. The war is over."

"But that cannot be!" Dorothy called out in denial.

"That's it!" Quinze called, moving to her. He placed his hands around her throat and shook the surprised girl. "I've had enough of you and your whining!" he declared.

Dorothy's eyes widened and then her brow furrowed. "Why you insolent, awful, stupid old man!" she cried back, reaching under his arms and locking her own hands around his neck. "I hate you!"

"Not as much as I hate you!" Qunize said as they fought their way out off the bridge.

A broadcast was sent to the Earth military and civilian authorities.

"The leader of White Fang is no more. The war is over. Please disarm both your militaries immediately. We ask that Relena Peacecraft be named to head a new government, and that you work together with the colonies to make it work."

The blond in the broadcast looked out earnestly at all who were listening. "I urge you to make this work. Neither Earth nor Space can afford any more conflict. We'll be waiting to see what you do." Then Quatre piloted the Gundam back to safe harbor. In the hand of Wing Zero, Zechs Merquise returned to Peacemillion at long last.

He found himself surrounded by Gundam pilots, each of who looked at him with very interesting expressions. He was taken to a room, given food and water, and locked in to await the next act, which would presumably involve a decision about his fate.

He sat on the chair provided and made himself familiar with the items in the room. It was done. The war was over. Whatever he had thought to do was, in the end, a meaningless gesture. The personal toll that his actions had exacted had cost him dearly. The one honest regret among many, was the taking of Quatre Winner. Still, Zechs could not remove the touch of Quatre's hands, the little sighs and the cries of passion that rang out as he made love to him. The kisses still burned on his lips and Zechs still felt his body burn in the presence and memories of the blond.

It might have been an hour or several that he waited there. Then the door opened. Two pilots stood there, Trowa Barton and Quatre.

"Stand up, Zechs," Quatre said quietly, but with a hint of command in his voice.

Zechs did as commanded.

Quatre showed the tall blond what he had in his hands. A pair of shiny metal handcuffs.

"Put your hands behind you," Quatre told him.

Zechs felt a shiver move through his body as he saw the cuffs in Quatre's hands. He closed his eyes briefly, then turned around and moved his hands to his back.

Trowa moved to his other side, now in front of Zechs. Zechs felt Quatre's hands, which did not immediately place the cuffs on his wrists. Instead, both boys moved, working as one, and removed his spacesuit. Then he was stripped down to shirt and pants. Then he felt the metal close around his wrists, locking them behind him. Trowa knelt and removed his boots efficiently, leaving him barefooted.

Quatre leaned close behind him and said softly, "Now it's time for your... debriefing," he said, his breath warm on Zech's ear.

Zechs felt his cock swell inside his pants as he heard and felt Quatre near him. His wrists moved apart and he strained them just enough to feel the metal cause pain. He fought hard to control his breathing so as not to give himself away, but the intoxication was there.

Trowa smiled a little as he watched Zechs Merquise squirm. He was doing it in a classy way, but the effect was the same. Green eyes dropped down to the tall blond man's pants and he nodded. 'Two thumbs up for Raberba,' he thought. 'Quatre, he's hooked.' He made particular note of how Zechs did not look either of them in the eye now, but had briefly glanced up to seek Quatre's eye.

Quatre could feels Zechs vibrating across his senses and knew exactly what the tall blond was experiencing. He smiled. Then he nodded to Trowa and they each took a grip on one of Zechs' upper arms and guided him out the door of the room and down the hall.

They took him to another cabin. He would have recognized this one. It was a larger cabin, for a ship's officer, and it was the one he had occupied when he stayed on the Peacemillion.

It was not empty. Three other Gundam pilots waited for him.

The door was closed and locked behind them. A chair was placed in the middle of the open floor space and he was placed in the chair, still with his hands bound behind him. The five pilots formed a circle around him and Quatre took his place beside Heero, in the front of that circle.

"You are here to be tried for war crimes, Zechs Merquise," Quatre said solemnly. "For the record, I would like to state that you did not kill two Gundam pilots when they were in your power to do so. However, you did behave with discourtesy and permitted acts to be taken against them, and participated in such acts, which go beyond what is considered acceptable treatment for prisoners of war, from as long ago as the twentieth century. Have you anything to say for yourself?"

Zechs, indeed had a lot of things to say, but did not. "Guilty as charged." he managed, deciding that it did not matter about the legalities. He had done what he was accused of doing.

The pilots exchanged looks. "Do you accept whatever punishment or sentence we decide upon?" Quatre asked.

"I accept," Zechs replied, simply. If it was going to be a bullet through the head, then he wished that it would be done quickly.

"Duo, have the questions and answers been recorded?" Quatre asked.

"Yes they have," the braided boy answered. "Recorded and filed with the ship's log."

Quatre nodded. "Good. I received a private communication from Relena Peacecraft. She has agreed that full custody of her brother is given to us, and that his whereabouts will not be known to anyone else. The fledgling Earth Sphere government may fail, it's early hours yet, but I believe in her determination to make it work. Therefore it is up to us to deal with this fallen soldier. Do you understand, Zechs?"

Hearing the matters of his life being decided so quickly and decisively and associated with the well being of the Earth Sphere, Zechs felt stunned. He took a deep breath and then said, "I understand."

Quatre then smiled. His eyes moved from Zechs' face down his body. "Good. I also want you to understand how helpful you were in bringing all this about. If it had not been for your actions... I would never have figured out how to stop you - by using the same tactics you used on me. And thanks to your other actions... I know how to punish you for your crimes." With that, the blond Arabian licked his lips.

Zechs' eyes widened and he looked up at Quatre totally surprised.

Duo also grinned. "Yeah, Zechs. We were very upset at what you did to our comrade here. It was disrespectful and rude, as well as cruel. And I have to admit, I have my own grudges to think of... I'd like a little payback for the times you left me to Dorothy Catalonia's tender mercies," his lips curled on the last word. The expression on Duo's face was a very wicked one. Shinigami was preparing for some recreation.

Zechs looked back at Duo and saw the look on the pilots face. He could only guess at what Duo had suffered at the hands of Dorothy, but he knew it was not pleasant. He swallowed, mentally preparing himself for whatever the pilots had in mind.

"Justice will be served," Wufei said quietly, folding his arms in front of him. In a way, he felt sorry for the fallen soldier. It did not, however, counteract the anger that he held as the picture of Quatre, the way he was, formed in his mind. Something had been taken from Quatre. Justice demanded that Zechs Merquise pay.

Trowa sighed. "You hurt my Quatre," he said, clearly. "That hurt me. You hurt me... I hurt you back."

Heero looked at the blond man that he had fought throughout the war. "You fucked up, Zechs." he said.

Inside, Zechs felt a fear that he refused to admit to, rise within him. He had no idea what the pilots had planned, but this was no formal court, with rules and form. This was more like gang or street justice. Irony hit him like a beam blast. He had struggled so hard to become what he needed to be to survive the horrors of his early life, only to find in the end, the meaning of his existence defined by five young men at least four years his junior. Oddly, he thought of Napoleon. Glancing up at Quatre, he saw his Waterloo.

Quatre watched Zechs closely, feeling the man's fear even though his face was impassive. He walked up to his former enemy, and then straddled his lap, sitting across it, his hands on the other's shoulders and his face only an inch or two away and slightly above. He felt the bulge in the young man's pants and smiled.

"Did you miss me?" he purred softly. Aqua eyes stared into ice-blue ones with the far-from-innocent expression Zechs had taught him.

Zechs felt the air in his lungs expel. His body shivered again at the touch of Quatre's in his lap. With his hands bound behind him, Zechs felt his hips move slightly forward, feeling his now hard cock touch the blond pilot in the same spot. He blinked, feeling his chest rise and fall heavily. 'You should lie,' he thought, then 'No...Never again!' "Yes," he said quietly, feeling the shame that came with the admission. 'Oh god,' thought Zechs, 'A bullet would have been kinder.'

"Good," Quatre breathed. Then he leaned slightly forward, letting his lips brush Zechs' cheek, grazing it lightly, then his temple, forehead, and then down to his mouth, planting a light kiss on it. Quatre felt Zechs' harsh breathing. He smiled. Then he tilted his face to one side and licked Zechs's earlobe.

"I missed you," Quatre said softly. "I thought I would go mad for a while. I wanted to die. I couldn't bear the thought of disgracing myself... betraying my team mates... and I knew I would... you got under my... skin."

Zechs swallowed again. This time he felt the world collapse down to himself and Quatre. The little things that Quatre did, the quiet words were driving Zechs to the edge. He felt the bonds around his wrists cause pain again, but it wasn't deliberate. Control was unraveling at the ends. He looked up at Quatre, a part of him daring to believe the words and another part of him laughing at himself in derision for being such a fool.

He licked his lips unconsciously. "I...I missed you too," he breathed, then hated himself all the more. 'Fight this, you idiot!' he screamed silently. 'It's a matter of dignity. They are stripping you of your dignity!' Zechs swallowed again. 'Yeah, well it is a fitting punishment,' he answered.

Quatre leaned back a little, and the movement caused their bodies to rub together in a very intimate place. Zechs could feel Quatre's pants bulging against his own aching, trapped cock.

Quatre placed his hands on either side of Zechs' head, holding him, making him look into the boy's face. "You're hurting, aren't you?" he said. "You feel that you are loosing your dignity. It's true. We have to take it away from you, Milliardo. The way you stripped me of mine. I had to loose it, to learn. So must you. I don't expect you to believe me, but it's for the best." Then he leaned forward and kissed Zechs, tenderly, once on each eyelid.

Moving back, Quatre got up from Zechs's lap. "This will be hard for you, for a while, as it was for me. But it will get better. You just have to survive it." Then he looked around at each of the other pilots, silently taking consensus. They were all with him. He nodded. Then he moved forward again, and knelt at Zechs feet, reaching up to unfasten his pants.

'Mental note,' Trowa thought, feeling his own body react to the scene before him, 'Never piss Quatre off.'

Wufei glanced at Duo. He looked down, knowing what needed to be done, but feeling uneasy all the same. For this to work for him, a part of him had to be in the situation. His eyes widened as he watched Quatre unzip Zechs' pants.

'Damn,' Heero thought, as Quatre exposed Zechs to the room. 'Ok, so not bad... but... hn. Nice, in fact. Maybe it was a good thing I didn't kill him'

Zechs squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and then opened them as he felt air brush over his most intimate part. 'It will get worse.' he thought, then looked down at Quatre. His body reacted again, causing his cock to twitch and extend further towards the little blond as if in a plea to be taken.

Duo watched and listened to the whole proceeding with increasing pleasure and arousal. Poor Zechs, he thought. The guy is probably feeling at his lowest right now... oh come on... he has hot little Quatre about to french his lap... how bad can that be? Duo felt his own pants tighten, and licked his lips. The man known as Milliardo Peacecraft was one of the most beautiful human beings he had ever seen. Duo put Heero in the number one spot for looks but admitted to himself he might be a little prejudiced. Nevertheless, Zechs was hot. This was going to be... sinfully enjoyable.

Quatre slid his fingers around Zechs' cock, helping it as it tried to spring forth on its own, firm and swollen. He blew across the skin and smiled at Zechs' reaction, feeling his body jerk. "You taught me this, but I've had other teachers now. For example, would you like to know how Heero Yuy sucks this?"

With that, the Arabian closed his mouth over Zechs's flesh and began to give an uncannily accurate rendition.

Zechs felt the muscles in his stomach ripple as Quatre's breath blew across his aching flesh. He heard the question that Quatre asked and then his head went back dropping a platinum curtain of hair over the back of the chair as Zechs felt Quatre's mouth envelope him. He heard his voice moan lustfully into the room and felt the shame. A part of him thought to fight once again, but he was old enough to know and understand that his body would not cooperate. He rocked his hips in the chair as he felt himself being taken to another place by Quatre's now-experienced mouth.

Wufei heard Zechs moan and watched the man as he leaned his head back in obvious enjoyment. He knew Zechs must have been feeling mortified on top of everything else. He had just lost a war and a battle. Now he was losing his dignity. But Wufei's dark eyes could not help but stare in wonder at the glowing hair and taut body of Zechs Merquise. The expression on Merquise's face was captivating. He looked more like a bound god, than a war criminal being punished. Wufei found himself staring at the curve of Zechs' neck and he had the uncanny desire to press his lips against it and taste the skin he knew would be warm. 'Perhaps, I can,' he thought.

Trowa Barton walked up behind the chair. Watching Quatre handle Zechs was making him more than a little aroused. Looking over Zechs' shoulder he saw the blond head bobbing up and down over Zechs' erection. 'Go, baby,go.' he thought. Then he reached up and took a fist of Zechs' hair, pulling it down and exposing more of the man's neck. Trowa then thrust his tongue deep into Zechs' mouth. He felt Zechs attempt to move away and chuckled as he felt Zech acquiesce. Soon, Trowa deepened the kiss as he felt Zech's tongue begin doing battle with his own.

Heero placed his hands on his hips and watched Trowa and Quatre take Zechs. He glanced up and saw, then moved to the Deathscythe pilot and stood in front of him.

Duo smiled at Heero and placed his arms around his waist. He leaned forward and whispered in the Japanese boy's ear, "This is going to be great...." He kissed Heero's neck. "Now you get to see the bad side of Shinigami... um, the other bad side..."

Quatre closed his eyes, tasting the hot, taut flesh in his mouth. The taste was familiar, and it filled his senses. This time he was the one in control, and though he really did not want to hurt Zechs - he was playing the tormentor a bit because he felt it was needed - nevertheless, it felt good to be in control with the beautiful man, this time. It soothed something inside him that had been greatly healed by the other pilots, his friends, but which was still a bit fresh. You made me yours, he thought, now I can make you mine and you can't do anything about it, any more than I could.

His mouth moved faster, as his tongue curled deliciously around the shaft with each stroke.

Zechs felt his body and mind transported to some other place. He felt Quatre's mouth command him, draw him to depths he had never experienced before. It was a simple act of shifting the balance that rendered him receiver to Quatre's giving. He kissed Trowa hungrily, feeling stretched between them in ecstasy. The clothing that was left on his body felt hot and taut. His nipples rubbed against the fabric of his shirt causing him more comfort/discomfort. He found himself praying for nakedness, some hand to touch him or better still some mouth to soothe his burning skin. His hips rocked faster on their own accord. He stiffened in the chair and felt his body convulse as the seed of his body coated the back of Quatre's throat.

Quatre felt Zechs about to come and pulled back just a little, not releasing him but giving himself room to take the resulting liquid as he wished. He swallowed it, licking, sucking gently. He felt please and satisfied by this little victory, and very excited about what else was to come.

Leaning back on his heels, he looked up, smiling as he saw Trowa lean back from kissing Zechs. He rose a little on his knees, his hands resting on Zechs' thighs, to meet Trowa's mouth in a kiss, letting the green-eyed boy taste the other blond on his tongue.

Trowa kissed Quatre deeply, then moved back. "Hmm.. tasty," he said, smiling at his love. " Does he.. umm.. suck?"

"Yes," Quatre said, looking at Zechs. "He does. He's a master at it. In fact, he is very good at everything. There's only one thing I don't know about... but maybe we will find out." Then he got up, and again straddled Zechs' lap. He unfastened the young man's shirt all the way down and untucked it, and pushed in off his shoulders, letting it hang from his arms.

"My friends, here is a beautiful man who has a debt to pay. I think the sentence should be... a bit of community service," Quatre said, stepping back.

Zechs felt his whole body tingle as the effects of the climax eased. He gasped as Quatre sat back on his lap and then he looked into the aqua eyes again.

Wufei inhaled deeply as he watched Quatre bare Zechs' chest. His eyes glanced to the right, seeing Duo and Heero and then back to Zechs in the chair. 'Go now,' he thought and moved to the chair. His dark eyes glanced up at Trowa and then to Quatre. Wufei bowed to them in respect as he had been taught. He could feel the heat radiating from Zechs' skin as he knelt down beside the chair.

Zechs heard the words 'community service' and looked up at Quatre. "You cannot mean..." he rasped and the looked down at Wufei.

"I can and do," Quatre said. He smiled at Wufei and nodded. "Milliardo, these are my friends, my partners... the people you wanted me to betray... instead, they helped me. They saved me. They each gave me something precious from inside of them. Therefore you owe them as well. Chang Wufei... is owed. He has done everything he could to fight for justice, and sacrificed much for it. You forced him to fight other colonists, with your White Fang war. How will you redeem the debt? What can you give him? Perhaps a little kindness... perhaps a little of your body, freely given...?"

Zechs closed his eyes, feeling tears sting behind them. "You speak truthfully," he said, then swallowed hard, as he swallowed a little of his pride. He felt his body shake, but began to understand what Quatre had said earlier. "Chang Wufei," he said, softly, feeling the water from his eyes slide down his face. He ignored it.

Wufei heard his name spoken and looked up to meet Zechs Merquise's eyes. To him, they were as exotic as Quatre's and as fascinating as Trowa's emerald ones. Wufei also felt that undeniably powerful presence that all great men seemed to have. He had felt it in the presence of Treize Khushrenada at their sword fight, but this energy seemed different. With Khushrenada's power, all he could feel was the overwhelming surface layer, but with Zechs, Wufei felt the type of power that stretched back into antiquity... nothing hidden.

"Yes," he answered, clearly. Reaching up, he touched Zechs' face and wiped the water away with his hands.

Zechs felt the Wufei's hands on his face, wiping away his tears and felt at once humbled. "I..." he began and then heard words his father once said. "How may help you?" he asked, as he felt Wufei brush the hair back from his face.

Wufei smiled a small smile. He met Zechs' eyes without feeling overwhelmed or embarrassed. "You are doing it already," Wufei replied, touching Zechs' platinum hair and moving it back to cool the captured man's brow. He then ran his fingers down Zechs' neck, feeling the muscles there and then lower to touch his wellmade chest and muscled arms.

Zechs felt the gentle touch soothe him. He felt his body slowly relax under the exploring touch. "I cannot see that I am doing much of anything," Zechs managed. "You are doing most of the work."

Wufei smiled then placed his fingers on Zech's mouth. "You are allowing me to do what I want. It is a gift. At sometime, you must understand... The war is over," Wufei said, then leaned forward and kissed Zechs' mouth.

The gentleness of the touch was so intense and intimate that Zechs made a little whimpering sound in his throat. He knew that he did not deserve such recognition. Much of what had happened he had taken on his own shoulders and would have gladly paid the price. This gentleness, these touches and this sentence were exposing him in a way that he had never been in his life.

Zechs closed his eyes, feeling Wufei draw him into a lingering, but heat-making kiss. He gasped feeling Wufei's fingers touch his nipples, teasing and pinching them to tautness. He felt Wufei's hand flatten against his chest and then move down to smooth the skin of his stomach. Breathing harder, Zech could feel his cock stir and reawaken.

Wufei felt the taut muscles of Zechs beneath his hand and smiled. He would remember this as well, noting that his memory was getting very full. He kissed the former commander and then moved his hand down further. He grasped Zech's cock in his hand, feeling it throb. He moved the loose skin and felt Zechs grow rigid.

Quatre moved back, watching Wufei and listening to both the Chinese pilot and the former White Fang leader. He smiled as he listened to the exchange and watched what was happening. Looking up, he caught Trowa's eye and moved around, wrapping his arms around the green-eyed boy's waist. "It's working," he whispered.

Trowa bent down and kissed Quatre deeply. "Yes, it is," he said, hugging Quatre tightly.

Duo moved around Heero so as to make sure they both had a full view of the chair in the middle of the room. He ran his hands around the Japanese boy's waist and kissed his neck, rubbing himself against the other boy's hip. "Well, Wufei..." he said softly, approving.

"Hn," Heero remarked. Turning slightly, Heero rubbed his hand over the bulge in Duo's pants and squeezed him.

Duo groaned, leaning into the hand. He whispered, "Heero... are you going to take advantage of this...? Would you like to... take advantage of... him... together?"

Heero's grip on Duo tightened a bit more as the proposal sank into his head. "Yes," he said, then turned and kissed Duo deeply.

Quatre spoke aloud. "Wufei," he said, and tossed something to the Chinese boy. "Release him. Milliardo, don't think of escape. Your word."

Zechs looked up at Quatre, his breathing deep and heavy. "I would not think to dishonor my debt. You have my word, Quatre." he said.

Wufei unlocked the cuffs and removed them from Zechs wrists. Seeing the marks there, he rubbed Zechs' wrists and arms to promote circulation. He then massaged both of Zechs' hands and looked back up to him.

"Stand up," Wufei said, as he rose from the floor.

Moving around in back, Wufei pulled the shirt from Zechs' body. He then pulled the former leader's pants down to his ankles and had him step out of them. Wufei smiled fully as he looked up and saw Zechs Merquise fully naked.

Trowa gasped slightly.

Duo goggled. "Oh boy..."

"Hn..." Heero commented as he began to plan which parts of Zechs Merquise's body he wanted and in which order.

Quatre let his eyes move across Zechs... yes... it was all as he had imprinted in his mind. "You see, Trowa..." he whispered.

"...Uh yeah, Quatre," Trowa replied. "I'm just kinda stunned right now."

Zechs looked down at Wufei. "Thank you," he said softly, feeling his arms and hands recover. He glanced around the room and looked down, blushing a nice crimsom shade. He suddenly found himself in a room naked with five rather interested young men who had been his enemies only a few hours ago. Glancing up one more time to confirm, he felt his skin flush again. 'Yes that is desire,' he thought.

His eyes met Quatre's and then looked down. "Thank you for releasing me," he said.

"You didn't keep me bound... longer than you... had to," Quatre said. Then he took Zech's hand and drew him over to the large bed. The one Zechs had slept in while staying with Howard.

Wufei followed, as did Trowa. Heero pulled Duo closer to the bed as well.

Zechs felt the touch of Quatre's hand and shivered again. Going to the bed, he looked down at Quatre.

"Will you want to restrain him again?" Wufei asked, removing the band from his hair and it fall freely.

Quatre shook his head. "Not necessary." Quatre leaned forward and kissed Wufei deeply. Then he smiled. "Of course if *you* want to.... your enjoyment..."

Wufei smiled back, enjoying the kiss. "I do not feel it necessary at this time," he said and then placed a hand on Zechs' arm. "Lie down on your stomach," he instructed.

Zechs' eyes widened a little at the request, but he moved to his stomach on the bed as instructed.

Wufei sat down on the bed next to Zechs. He placed his hands on Zechs' back and rubbed the knotted muscles there. He then moved down and massaged his way down the long beautiful body of the former White Fang leader. Once he felt Zechs relax, Wufei leaned down and planted soft kisses on his lower back, licking and nipping he skin there. He then used his hands to knead and rub Zechs' rear. Finally, Wufei parted the man in back. Licking his fingers, he felt Zechs move beneath him as he explored the deep valley and the little puckered spot. Wufei licked one digit and slid it deep inside, feeling Zechs' body grip him and then gradually relax. Soon, he used two and the three fingers as he pumped in and out of the fallen soldier. Glancing up at the others, Wufei said softly, "He's ready."

Duo's eyes went up in his head. "Oh man... Wu... uh... you're doing fine, man...go right ahead and continue..."

TBC

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