Destiny Interrupted

Gundam Wing. Zechs/Treize. NC-17. ~4000 words.

It’s AC190, and Zechs is a cadet enrolled in the Academy. Treize reminds him of home.

Closer

It would be the beginning of summer in Europe. Pleasant days, Zechs knew, with the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle heat of the sun chasing away the springtime rains. The afternoons were perfect for curling up in a hammock on the terrace to read a good book. And in the evenings when the stars appeared, they would seem so very bright.

Here the stars were far from dim, and perhaps the most brilliant he had ever seen, but they were scattered across the heavens in unfamiliar patterns. The constellations were just one of a hundred things that were different since he had been accepted for officer training. Zechs missed Europe desperately – even the large manor house that he once told himself would never feel like home.

“Lonely?”

He turned to find Treize regarding him curiously. He had practically grown up on the neighboring Khushrenada estate, and was excited when he first discovered he would be training at the same institution as his friend. The novelty had worn off, but he welcomed every opportunity to spend time with the older boy. Treize gestured to the wide, flat rock that Zechs was using as a bench. “May I?” he said.

At the answering nod, Treize took a seat beside Zechs and joined him in looking out over the glassy water of the lake. “Gorgeous, isn’t it?” he said. He propped his elbows on his knees and steepled his fingers under his chin. “With no wind, the surface of the water is so serene.”

“It’s nice,” Zechs admitted. His stomach felt strange and he hunched forward with his arms tucked close to his body.

“And yet,” Treize said, cocking his head to the side, “with all its enticing beauty, no one goes swimming for fear of being bitten.”

“Swimming? Don’t you think it’s dangerous enough that every morning they make us run from the dorms to the water’s edge and back twenty times?” Zechs said. His lips turned downward in a slight frown and his thin brows knitted together.

“Are you afraid of the crocodiles?” Treize asked. His blue eyes sparkled in the bright light of the moon.

Even if he was, Zechs refused to admit it and shook his head in a no.

“It’s not true, you know,” Treize said. “The entire thing is a myth perpetuated by the upperclassmen.” He chuckled softly when Zechs failed to look convinced. Turning his gaze back to the water, he pressed his lips together thoughtfully. “It’s a nice night, shall I prove it to you?” he asked.

Zechs’s blonde head bobbed in a short nod.

“All right,” Treize said. He bent forward and lifted his foot. The few wisps of his hair that always refused to stay back with the rest shivered, and a dozen more strands fell free as he took firm hold of the heel of his boot and pulled.

“What are you doing?” Zechs asked, watching bewildered as Treize removed first his left boot, then his right.

“I can’t very well go swimming with these on, it would ruin the leather,” he replied. He set the pair aside neatly and then stood up to tug his shirt off over his head.

Zechs watched fascinated. He always saw Treize as being fearless, but not foolish. Then again, Zechs realised he also still thought of Treize as being so very tall, but now, when they stood side by side, he was nearly Treize’s equal in height. His focus shifted from questioning Treize’s sanity to noticing the play of muscles along his upper body. He may have caught up with him in terms of height, but Treize now had the body of a man.

Treize folded his shirt and set it on the rock. “Going to stay here?” he asked. He unbuckled his belt and slipped it from the loops. Sliding the thin strip of black leather across his palm, he coiled the belt and set it down beside his shirt.

“You’re really going swimming?”

In the process of hooking his thumbs in the waist of his trousers, Treize looked up. He smiled and Zechs’s expression shifted to reveal his nervous excitement. “You’re welcome to join me if you feel the least bit inclined,” Treize said.

Despite the flock of butterflies that had taken up residence in his stomach, Zechs was tempted. The prospect that the rumor might honestly be just a joke played on freshmen was beginning to sink in, and proving to Treize that he wasn’t afraid was swiftly gaining importance in his mind. With a soft grunt of determination, Zechs yanked off his boots. As he stood up to remove the rest of his clothes, he tried not to stare at Treize’s already nude form as the older teen made his way down towards the water.

Treize’s tanned skin was painted pale by the bluish light of the moon, and Zechs’s jaw dropped when he saw that there was no sign of any tan lines on the length of his body. He suddenly felt doubly awkward in shedding his own trousers. Although his skin was naturally fair, it was obvious when his pants skimmed down his slim hips that he had never spent a single afternoon sunbathing in the nude.

Feeling exposed and vulnerable, Zechs rushed down the pebbled shore to join Treize in the water as swiftly as possible. He steeled himself and splashed in until the water lapped at his chest. It was cold, but the heat of the day had left its mark and Zechs found it tolerable. Overall, it was not unlike the pond he swam in during his last summer at home.

Treize was already out where the shelf of pebbled sand fell away to deeper, darker water and Zechs took a deep breath before diving under and swimming out to him with a series of powerful strokes.

“Your hair is getting so long, Milliardo,” Treize said as Zechs resurfaced. Treize treaded water easily, his arms invisible under the dark surface of the lake. He eyed the light blonde strands clinging in clumps to the boy’s wet shoulders. The length of it had removed much of the natural wave of Zechs’s hair. It was an attractive look, and highlighted the angles of a face growing more handsome by the day.

“Don’t call me that,” Zechs said. “That’s not my name anymore.”

“Yes, of course,” Treize replied. “Zechs…” He said the name quietly, testing it on his tongue. It was difficult to remember to call his friend by his chosen alias, and he had hoped that in a private moment like this, Zechs would allow him to use his proper name. “Is the hair a part of your new identity as well?”

“Not exactly,” Zechs said. The current was mild, and he closed his eyes as he allowed the water lift and hold him. The air kissed his chest as he floated on his back, and he felt his hair fanning out in the water around him. “It’s to remind me why I need this name.”

“Hmm,” Treize murmured, and swam closer to Zechs. Bathed in moonlight, Zechs’s face looked crafted from porcelain. His thick lashes cast shadows on the high arch of his cheekbones and Treize saw no hint of any blemishes on his fair skin. “Your father?”

“Can we talk about something else?” Zechs asked softly.

“Certainly,” Treize said. He extended his hand as if to place his fingers on the curve of Zechs’s jaw, but paused and withdrew the touch. “Please remember, Zechs, you’ll always have my support should you need it.”

Zechs opened his eyes and was startled to find Treize so very close to him. He flailed as he lost his breath and buoyancy, and grabbed desperately for something to keep him from sinking.

Treize sputtered as Zechs threw long arms around his neck and succeeded in briefly dunking him. He strengthened his kicks to keep them both afloat and tossed his head to get his hair out of his eyes. “As I said,” he chuckled.

Cheeks on fire, Zechs settled his arms back in the water and into the proper rhythm. Treize didn’t release him though and he felt that strange almost queasiness blossom in the pit of his stomach. He’d first felt it two years ago when Treize had come back from the Academy for a few weeks to visit, and it had only gotten worse since then. “Treize?” he ventured.

“Do you want me to let go?” Treize asked. His short reddish hair was dark with water and rivulets ran down his cheeks. A droplet of water hung on his lower lip and Zechs found himself staring at that one quivering drop as Treize spoke.

“I don’t know,” Zechs said in a strangled whisper. Treize’s chest was warm against his own and the heat was slowly radiating throughout his body. It felt nice to relax against the strong arm wrapped around his waist, but Zechs wondered if perhaps it was a little too nice. He had an idea now of what it was that Treize made him feel, and sometimes it seemed that the older boy hinted at it being mutual, but the prospect was a little frightening. If he was wrong, would he lose their friendship? If he was right…

“Let’s get back closer to shore,” Treize said. He loosed his hold on Zechs carefully and led the way back towards the edge of the lake. As soon as they could stand at a comfortable depth, he pulled Zechs close again. “Better?”

Not trusting his voice, Zechs nodded. Praying he wasn’t making a mistake, and that he knew the game they had begun to play, he faked a stumble. The strong arms around him tightened further and Zechs let his body press against Treize’s. He felt wet lips ghost across his cheek, and his heart hammered in his chest so strongly it was a wonder the water wasn’t filled with ripples from the force of it.

“Can I touch you, Zechs?” Treize asked, his breath caressing the younger boy’s ear.

“Y-yes.” Zechs squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face against the column of Treize’s neck. He held his breath when he felt strong hands splay against his back and slide downwards to curve around his ass. When long fingers split the cleft of his buttocks and cold water licked against his sensitive flesh, the air exploded from his lungs. His legs began to shake violently, and he clutched Treize’s hips to keep himself standing.

“Have you ever-”

“No,” Zechs gasped before Treize could finish the question. “But don’t stop, please.” He arched his spine and pressed back against the finger rubbing his virgin hole. When Treize’s fingertip forced into his body, Zechs cried out. He stiffened, muscles clamping down against the unexpected intrusion, but a familiar pressure built at the base of his cock.

Treize murmured soothing words, kissing the younger boy lightly on the neck as he worked his finger in slowly to the knuckle. As Treize crooked his finger, Zechs muffled a second cry against his chest and a hot rush of come flooded the water between them. He held Zechs as the orgasm stole the last strength in the boy’s legs. “Did you like that?” he asked, easing his finger free and stroking Zechs’s back.

Zechs looked up at Treize, his face flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. “It felt different. Good. I’ve never… I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he admitted. He could feel the older teen’s dick pressing hard and hot against his belly and he freed his deathgrip on Treize’s hip to slide a hand over and touch it. “That’s where… how… guys-” He faltered. Fuck was such a crude word.

“Make love?” Treize supplied huskily. “Yes, it is.” Zechs had regained his footing and now it was Treize’s legs that threatened to buckle. The boy’s fingers on his cock were light, running along his length teasingly like butterfly wings.

“Do you want to make love to me?” Zechs asked.

Treize swallowed a moan and rolled his head back to stare at the sparkling canopy of the nighttime sky. He wanted desperately to say yes, but he had already gone too far. This summer would mark Zechs’s fifteenth birthday, but that was still so young. Especially when, at the end of the season, Treize would be leaving his teenaged years behind.

Feeling he’d made a terrible mistake, Zechs began to apologize and try to step back. Treize held him close to stop his retreat and quieted him with a soft kiss.

“Yes,” Treize whispered as their lips rubbed together. “I want very badly to make love to you.”

*

Zechs clutched his boots to his chest. His feet were freezing and a little sore from walking along the rocky lakeside, and now he wished he had spared the time to dry off enough to wear his boots. Being barefoot made for stealth this late after curfew, and being able to sneak past the patrolling cadets instead of having to bribe them was convenient. Still, Zechs was shivering from head to toe by the time Treize took him up to his room.

The senior dorms were on the far side of the Academy and Zechs had never been inside one of the rooms. They were private and meant for a single officer trainee unlike the six-person barracks Zechs was assigned to. Thankfully, he got along well with the other five boys in his unit and was confident that none of them would run to an instructor if his bunk was empty in the morning.

“Cold?” Treize asked.

“A little,” Zechs said, trying to play it off when a violent shiver betrayed him.

“Looks like more than a little,” Treize said. He’d come up barefoot and bare-chested, but this wasn’t the first night he’d gone night swimming, and he was accustomed to sneaking back to his room half-naked and dripping. He left the lights off because of the hour, and went instead to the window to draw up the blinds. His narrow bed was pushed up against the wall beneath the window and the moonlight poured in like quicksilver over the thick folds of his duvet.

Able to see better and find a place to put his boots, Zechs set them down by the small desk tucked in the corner. Treize stood by the bed and silently admired the boy. Zechs’s hair was still wet and leaking a dark trail down the back of his shirt, but it was beginning to dry and white-blonde wisps feathered around his face. He’d only come into his height recently. His limbs were long and slender, his frame still narrow, but everything hinted at the strong, masculine beauty he was sure to have in only a few years.

“Come here,” Treize said softly, and held out a hand.

Zechs padded over, his steps muffled by the thin carpet, and his arm trembled slightly as he gave his hand to Treize. Slim fingers curled around his, and Treize lifted up his arm to press a kiss against his palm.

“If you want me to stop,” Treize murmured, and bit gently at the heel of Zechs’s hand, “all you have to do is say so.”

Zechs nodded silently. Little electric tingles were shooting along his arm and he felt his pants tighten. Treize licked a wet trail along his wrist, pausing occasionally to nip or suckle at a patch of tender skin. Zechs’s nerves were charged up and on fire when Treize sat back on the bed and pulled him down. He settled between Treize’s legs with his shoulderblades pressed against the other’s bare chest. Blunt nails scratched against his belly as Treize’s warm fingers slid beneath his t-shirt and pushed it up. He raised his arms to help and pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. His hair fell with a wet slap against his shoulders, and he felt Treize nudge it out of the way with his chin.

Treize ran his hands over the newly exposed skin, rubbing warmth back into Zechs’s chest. As he held him close, he could feel the boy’s heartbeat thudding at a pace to rival his own. “I want this to be good for you,” he said, undoing Zechs’s pants and slipping a hand inside. Stomach muscles quivered at his touch, and a breathy moan escaped into the air as Treize took hold of Zechs’s erection.

“Wait,” Zechs said, clamping his hand down Treize’s arm and wriggling around to face him. “Wait, please. It feels too good… and I want you to be inside me before I come.”

“All right, Milliardo,” Treize said. He leaned forward, capturing Zechs’s lips and kissing him. He tasted warm and sweet like honeyed tea, and the fumbling eager thrusts of his tongue were as endearing as they were arousing.

It took some time to summon the willpower to break long enough for them to shed the remainder of their clothes. After a few false stops and a flurry of laughter and whispering kisses, Treize lay Zechs down on his bed and crawled up between legs naked and parted for him. He ran his hands up those long, lean thighs, spread them apart, and urged Zechs to draw up his knees. Reaching up, he grabbed a pillow to prop beneath Zechs’s hips.

“What are you doing?” Zechs asked, lifting his neck as Treize remained crouched between his legs.

“Loosening you up,” Treize replied. With no further explanation, he buried his face between Zechs’s thighs.

“Treize!” Zechs squirmed when he felt the tip of a tongue against his asshole. It was the dirtiest thing he could imagine someone doing and his face reddened with embarrassment. Zechs wriggled in unease, but Treize wasn’t deterred; he merely scooped his hands beneath Zechs and lifted the other’s hips higher off the bed.

Zechs’s resistance didn’t last long after that, his protests swiftly fading into soft moans. He rolled his head from side to side, breath catching as the flickering touch of Treize’s tongue sent waves of pleasure up his spine. He felt weak and dizzy, as if his erection had stolen all the blood from his head. His dick ached to be touched, throbbing painfully hard as it leaked precome all over his stomach.

Saliva dripped down Treize’s chin and along the cleft of Zechs’s ass. His jaw was going numb, but he didn’t want to stop. The boy’s soft flesh tasted wonderful and the plaintive sounds coaxed from his throat turned Treize on even more. Spearing Zechs’s tight hole a final time with his tongue, he thrust it in as deep as he could. Zechs writhed, one hand clawing the air, and his entire body twisted as he felt Treize’s tongue slide inside his body.

Reluctantly, Treize sat back on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the side of his hand, then spit into his cupped palm and rubbed the wetness along the length of his cock. Gazing at Zechs’s flushed face and the long, slender body spread before him, Treize groaned and let his hand linger.

“You can’t imagine how good you look,” he said, stroking himself slowly. His eyes skipped across Zechs’s body and he memorized every swell and shadowed plane before he took hold of Zechs’s legs and pulled him closer. Treize wet his fingers again and wiped them on the head of his cock before he aimed it at Zechs’s hole. He pushed in slowly and rubbed a hand along the outside of Zechs’s leg. “Just relax,” he said soothingly. “Breathe deeply.”

“Okay,” Zechs whispered. Treize’s cock seemed huge as it pressed into him. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillow, trying to tell his body to accept the intrusion. He expected there to be pain, but after what seemed like hours of quiet encouragement, Treize dropped down to his elbows above him and kissed him on the neck.

“Does it hurt?” he asked Zechs.

“No,” the boy replied. He shifted his hips experimentally, feeling the strange pressure of Treize’s cock slide a little deeper inside him. “It just feels… full.”

“You’re very tight,” Treize said. He rested all his weight on one arm and ran a hand along Zechs’s side. The boy felt good inside and out. “If you feel any pain, let me know,” he said, and began to move against Zechs. He thrust shallowly, closing his eyes as he concentrated on the soft heat enveloping his cock.

Zechs wrapped his arms around Treize and pressed a cheek against the older boy’s shoulder. He panted open-mouthed, absorbing the rush of emotion and sensation that spread through him. Treize’s cock inside him felt good, but in a deeper, more muted sense than the intense, almost ticklish pleasure of his tongue. It felt better each time he felt Treize thrust into him, and the weight of the body on top of him put pressure on his cock. He began to lift his hips to meet each thrust, enjoying the feel of Treize’s cock plunging deep inside him and the sweet friction that built up when his own was trapped between their bellies.

“Treize!” he cried, holding tighter to the other boy as the pleasure smoldering at the base of his stomach flared up and he felt himself lose what little control he had.

“Yes, yes… Come for me, Milliardo,” Treize murmured. He hooked his arms under Zechs and cradled him as he arched in the throes of orgasm.

When Zechs sagged boneless in his arms, Treize claimed the boy’s mouth with his own. He let his tongue play leisurely against Zechs’s, swirling and sliding in a rhythm that matched the swing of his hips, and moaned as his kiss was returned with sleepy passion. He was close, yet kept his rhythm, hoping to stave off the end and enjoy the heat of Zechs’s body for as long as possible. Treize lost control swifter than he anticipated, reacting to the light touch of Zechs’s fingers running down his spine. With a shuddering groan, he reached down and took hold of the boy’s leg, his fingers digging into pliant young flesh. Abandoning the kiss, he withdrew almost entirely and thrust back in with one powerful stroke that drove Zechs’s hips off the bed. His broad back arching against the slender arms that clung to him, Treize spent himself deep in Zechs’s body. He threw his head back, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure as he came.

Breathing heavily, Treize collapsed next to Zechs. He could feel his heartbeat echoing through his entire body and his skin prickled with heat and sweat. A hundred things to say ran through his head, but in the end, he simply sighed in contentment and turned on his side towards Zechs. “Summer has just begun,” he said, reaching out to toy with a few strands of Zechs’s hair, “would you like to go swimming again sometime?”

Zechs stretched, and a playful smile turned the corners of his mouth. He nestled close to Treize, reveling in the feel of skin against skin. “Can we skip the lake and go straight to this part?”

Treize pressed his lips to Zechs’s shoulder. “Perhaps,” he said between a series of kisses, “but foreplay is half the fun, my dear.”

“You’ll have to teach me,” Zechs murmured.

“My pleasure,” Treize replied, and laughed softly when Zechs twisted to give him an eager smile. He cupped Zechs’s face and stroked a thumb across the boy’s smooth jaw. “And, of course,” he added, returning the smile fondly, “it shall be yours as well.”

*

End