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Sky to Gold	By : BlackberryPatch Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Treize/Zechs Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zechs lay there, watching a sleeping Treize in the moonlight.

Talk about a fortuitous meeting. Zechs had always known that his attempt to escape from Dermail was doomed to failure, but quite seriously any fate, any where, was preferable to staying. When the two officials had caught him trying to steal some bread he'd resigned himself to a short life as the prison plaything. But then...
Zechs remembered the strange man with the bright, hard eyes from earlier in the day. He'd noticed him at the market, buying something expensive. He'd tried to evade the man; buying expensive things meant he was a peer of Dermail's and therefore not to be trusted. But when he'd looked up to see the same man looking down at him from the back of that great, black stallion he'd asked no questions and taken the opportunity handed to him. When the man looked at him, his eyes were far more bright than they were hard, and Zechs found that there was something growing deep inside of him that this time he could not crush: hope. But even hope had its strings and Zechs could never forget that.
The man had let Zechs ride his horse when he could have made the slave run behind him the whole way, invited him into his house when he could have directed him to the stable or pig yard, tended his wounds when he could have either ignored them or called for a doctor- there was only one doctor in the area who treated slaves, and he was bound to recognize Dermail's prize. Treize- he had given Zechs his name- had done none of the things he could have.
Zechs could see that the man was not used to having slaves. The few servants Zechs had met upon arrival all obeyed their lord without question, but that was different from owning another person. It was very different... and Zechs had the feeling that his new master didn't quite grasp the concept.
It was then he decided on his plan of seduction, though it wasn't just that. He would make himself so utterly indispensable to his new master that the man could not imagine living without him. Would not even contemplate giving him up. Zechs had no fantasies that Dermail was going to take his disappearance lying down. No, Dermail was going to come looking for him and if he didn't have someone willing to hide him from the man he was as good as dead. He would die before he went back to Dermail, he had decided that. Not his life, not even the hope of one day contacting his family and telling them what had happened to him, would allow him to suffer like that again.
So he set out to seduce Treize Kushrenada. He knew the man's name, from snatches of conversations overheard. He couldn't remember Treize ever being one of the ones who visited Dermail, but the ones who did visit talked about him a lot. That was what gave him part of his hope. Dermail did not like the man, and anyone Dermail didn't like usually turned out to be a decent human being. Zechs was good at his game of seduction; he'd played it too often and too long to be otherwise.
But something happened, and it didn't turn out like he thought it would. He was all ready to give the man the best blow job he'd ever had in his life, but apparently that wasn't what Treize wanted. He'd pulled Zechs' face away from his groin and forced him to take an equal part in the experience. It had been so long since Zechs had experiences pleasure during sex. He'd almost forgotten how it felt. But, dear god, now he remembered.
Zechs' eyes had drifted as his thoughts has, and now he turned them back to regard the man sleeping beside him. It made his heart contract just thinking about the pleasure he'd felt in this man's arms. Zechs didn't think he'd ever felt that good before. He wanted, worse than anything, to feel it again.
But there was a problem. Had Treize found it as pleasurable? Zechs' entire plan was ruined if Treize hadn't found him indispensable, if Treize wasn't prepared to hide him from Dermail. And that scared Zechs more than he wanted to admit. Going back would be even harder after this night... But he wasn't going back, he reminded himself firmly. There was no way he was going back. He'd die first. He set his jaw firmly and his gaze was like steel in the moonlight.
But it softened when he turned his eyes back on Treize.
He'd thought his new master intended to jump him while "seeing to his injuries." It was a good excuse to get Zechs to remove his clothes without protest, and it would not be the first time he'd seen the trick. But Treize had been very professional through the entire process, and hadn't even asked Zechs to remove his pants. Zechs had been the one to make the first move; he'd panicked slightly when Treize seemed like he was going to leave. And when he did leave, Zechs was right behind him taking at full value the invitation extended.
Leaving the room like that had been Treize's one last out for him, and his respect for the man had risen. He suspected Treize knew he was up to something, and by turning his back he gave Zechs one last chance to rethink what he was proposing. But Zechs knew exactly what he was doing. Or he thought he had.
He'd unbuttoned Treize's shirt, but then he'd been at a momentary loss. This man was not like the ones he'd blown before; did he want to kiss? But Treize's face had been cold, so Zechs had sunk to his knees, ready. Cool hands on his cheeks brought him to his feet and soft lips closed over his. He gave those lips whatever they wanted, and more. When Treize had pushed him onto the bed, he'd been ready and while his master divested himself of clothing Zechs' got rid of his own too. He presented himself to his master in a way he was sure would not gain him a refusal. And indeed, it had not. Zechs had been worried for a moment when Treize seemed more interested in just looking at him, but when he moved to try and give him pleasure Treize had stopped him again. And indeed, when the man's hands touched him, Zechs realized that he was not the one to be giving instructions on how to give pleasure.
The steady, firm pressure on what was probably the most sensitive part of his body, or near it, had driven him almost out of his mind. It felt so damn good... He couldn't think about anything else. And then those fingers, darting inside, had brushed against him in just the right way and Zechs' world exploded. He had shifted his hands to the sheets beneath him, gripping at them helplessly as he died in ecstasy a million times. He thought he was going to tear Treize to pieces from the sheer impact of the pleasure flowing through him; he wanted release, he wanted escape, he wanted it to go on and last forever.
It ended, as all things, both terrible and wonderful, must. As soon as Treize fell asleep he had pulled free from the man's arms and lay there looking at him, trying to see inside him, see how he thought, what he was thinking. Zechs sighed, weariness finally overcoming his paranoia and forcing him to acknowledge it. He gave Treize one last long look then laid himself down on the pillow. He lay there for a few moments in the silence. But soon he scooted over, closer to where Treize slept on, and lifted the arm that had been wrapped around him before, slipping in under it. Treize mumbled something in his sleep, but didn't wake, and his arms closed around Zechs like they had before, as if they had never done otherwise.
Zechs sighed softly against Treize's chest, inhaling the scent of the man, the steady beat of a heart under his ear. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep.

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When Zechs woke, he was alone. Sunlight was falling in through the windows which were opened to catch the cool breeze that buffeted against the house and angle it inside to do the inhabitants some good.

But most importantly, Treize was nowhere to be seen. Zechs' heart leapt in his throat. Please don't let him be doing anything, he thought; though the thought was vague and unspecific, he knew exactly what he meant. Rising from the bed he grabbed his pants from where they had fallen the evening before and moved to the outer room, the study. The room was dark and empty and the door, that Zechs remembered lead to the hall and eventually down to the door they'd entered by, was firmly shut. Should he stay here? Or should he try to find Treize?
In the end paranoia won out over "probably should," and he opened the door and slipped out of the room. The hall was empty as well, and Zechs made his way quickly to the stairs. When he reached the bottom he paused, listening. He thought he'd heard... Yes, there it was. His master's voice raised in amused laughter. He moved toward it, but suddenly froze. His master was talking to someone, someone whose voice was familiar.
"Well it's all of the most damnable luck," Dorothy was saying, her tone humorous, her voice good-natured and friendly. Zechs shivered; he'd never met anyone whose voice was so different from their personality. "Uncle went and got him from a friend who'd had him from a real bastard who used to beat the hell out of him. But now the poor thing's gone and bolted. You understand how worried we are, don't you?" Her voice was convincing, but Zechs was shaking his head fiercely even though no one could see him. No, no- Don't listen to her lies...
"Well that is a sad story," Treize was saying. "I do hope you find the unfortunate fellow." No, no...
"Yes, thank you." A pause. "You haven't seen him then?"
"My dear girl, if I had laid eyes on the creature you just described to me I feel sure I would remember it, and feel unbelievably compelled to tell you all." No, no... "However, I haven't seen anyone who meets that description."
Zechs' head came up. What?
"Really? How strange." Dorothy's voice seemed to say that she knew otherwise. "You're absolutely sure?"
"Are you calling my memory faulty?" Treize asked her, humored.
She laughed lightly. "Of course not, dear Uncle. Though you are getting old," she teased. Her voice grew wistful. "It's just that, Mueller seemed certain that he'd seen you and the slave together. And we were so hoping to get the poor thing back before he hurt himself too bad."
"Mueller?" Treize questioned. "Oh, the boy who works for the city officials? Yes, I saw him yesterday. Silly boy was blubbering some nonsense about a slave, was he talking about the same one you are?"
"Yes," Dorothy insisted, her interest piqued now that the conversation seemed to be going her way. Zechs curled his hands into fists, his fingernails biting into his palms. "He said you took him with you."
"Really? Did he? Poor boy needs to get his eyes checked. Or his head. Really, he was in sad shape when I saw him. He hadn't even the sense to get out of Bucephalus' way, and you know how that stallion is, he practically ran the poor boy over. He is doing alright though, you said?"
"Yes, yes." Dorothy's voice was distracted, and not satisfied with what she was getting. Zechs dared to breathe again.
"Well, it has been a delight seeing you my dear, but I am a very busy man. Especially today," he added, almost as an afterthought. "Would you excuse me?"
"Of course Uncle," she said, her voice dripping with sugar now. "I really must be off too. Do keep in touch, will you? We hardly hear from you."
"Yes, yes," he heard Treize murmur distractedly as he ushered the girl out the front door to her waiting horse.
Zechs' knees went out form under him. That was too close... And he just about jumped out of his skin when the door he was leaning against opened.
He fell in his haste to back away from the door and sprawled across the floor as he looked up at Treize.
"Master," he croaked in a whisper, glancing behind the man to be sure she was really gone.
"She's gone, Zechs," Treize said, his eyes fixed on the slave, a soft frown fixed on his mouth.
Frowning? He's not happy? Was it something I did? Zechs pulled himself together and scrambled to kneel before his master. "Master, I..."
But Treize's fingers on his mouth halted him. He glanced up in surprise, meeting the man's eyes.
"Why did you come down here?" Treize asked, his fingers moving from Zechs' mouth to the back of his head to stroke through his hair.
"I... I was..." Damnit, spit it out! "When I woke I was alone." He hung his head and whispered, "I was worried about you, Master. Worried that I had displeased you somehow."
"Ah." Treize released him and leaned back, regarding him thoughtfully. "You knew she would come this morning."
Zechs' eyes opened wide and his head flew up. "No! I..." He saw, from Treize's expression, that the comment had been part test, part deliberate provocation. "No," he repeated dropping his head.
He couldn't have said what it was, but he could feel Treize losing interest in him. So he added, "I knew someone would come. Not her though. Or I would not have come down." He shuddered, unable to repress the reaction that any thought of her gave him.
It worked; he could feel Treize's eyes upon him again, watching him with that strange pensive look. "Indeed. You knew this last night? Did this have any... influence over your actions last night?"
He knew. Shit. But... "Yes," Zechs answered truthfully, still not looking at Treize.
"I see." Treize had retreated a few steps. He turned back to face where Zechs knelt. "Zechs, look at me."
Zechs obeyed, raising his eyes to meet those of his chosen master. Those eyes seemed especially bright this morning.
"Zechs," he said, "whatever happens I will not return you to Dermail. I would rather see the man shot than give into his influence any human life. Know this, and be secure in your safety here." His eyes seemed suddenly sad, and he continued, "If anything else troubles you, please feel free to discuss it with me. And don't grovel." He added the last as if it was an afterthought, but as if he couldn't help saying it. As if it hurt him to see Zechs bowing to him. Zechs remained where he was for a long moment, taking in what Treize had said. Then, slowly, he rose to his feet. Treize smiled at him encouragingly. Zechs searched his eyes, wondering if he could truly tell the man what troubled him. No, best not go there yet.
"If I am to stay here," Zechs asked, "is there anything I can do for you?" Besides the obvious, he thought. "Any tasks you would like for me to do?"
Treize frowned thoughtfully. "Ask Otto if there is anything you can do around the house. But today I'd rather you concentrated on resting those bones. Last night didn't help them any." No emotion crossed his face at the mention of the previous night, the face that had been so lived with passion. So, Zechs thought, I am not the only actor here. But, which was the act- the passionate lover or the cold businessman?
He'd rather not think too hard about that, and he went to find this Otto, but Treize called him back. "Have Otto draw you a bath and get you some clothes. I'm sure you'd like that," and the ghost of a smile traced his lips. Zechs nodded in acknowledgement.
Finding Otto was not hard. Keeping track of him, however... The man was everywhere. He darted into the front hall, slipped back into the kitchen, was momentarily in the ballroom, stopped off in the spare bedroom, and paused a moment in the Master's study. He pointed Zechs toward the bathing room. The Master's private bathing room was just through a door next to the bedroom. Otto assured Zechs that the Master wanted him to make use of it as well. Otto also gathered a pile of clothing together that Zechs was amazed to find actually fit. His lanky frame had always been hard to fit, but apparently not here.
"They're Master Treize's old clothes," Otto said. "They'll do splendidly for you for now."
Zechs took the clothing. He took the bath. And he tried not to think to hard about anything. He managed to put off thinking until, out of the bath and dressed, he took a seat on a corner of the newly made bed and worked a brush through his hair and his thoughts fell around last night, this morning, and what it all meant for the future. And for the past...
Treize said he wouldn't give Zechs up to Dermail. He'd proven this when he'd turned Dorothy away. Dorothy had called Treize "uncle." This made Zechs frown, but he reasoned that she called Dermail that as well and there was no proof of that relationship being physical; except in an entirely different way. He would ask Treize about it. It would help him sound the man out better. Next? Last night... Treize's manner this morning seemed to indicate that he did not want to repeat the actions of last night. Zechs wasn't sure why this was. Had Treize not enjoyed it? He didn't think that was the case. He was at a loss to explain why the man who had been so close to him last night, this morning seemed so distant.
And then it hit him between the eyes and he cursed himself for being stupid. Hadn't he said it himself- what an actor? Much like the game Zechs played... and that made him stop and think again. Zechs knew what he was hiding- why was Treize acting? And even more important, Treize had been put off by Zechs' act; in fact he'd more or less asked that Zechs stop it. Yet... somehow Treize knew it was an act and not the true person. How? Zechs had tried to be careful to not let anything slip... And his thoughts drifted back to last night- the unplanned part of his carefully laid out seduction. That part being that Zechs ended up being the one seduced. Had he forgotten himself? Had he... No, he hadn't said anything compromising. Treize would have mentioned it. Or would he have? But the more he thought about it the more Zechs thought that he hadn't betrayed his secret the previous night. Or at least, not the important part. Though... would that be such a bad idea if he did? Perhaps Treize would help him. He already had, more than he even knew.
Zechs frowned. No. He wouldn't speak, not yet.
"I don't think the brush appreciates being glared at."
Zechs looked up, startled, at the sound of the voice. Treize stood in the doorway to the study. He looked tired and worn, but he smiled at Zechs. "I think I'm going to take a bath." Listening, Zechs could hear the servants bringing in the water. "I'll have Otto show you a room if he hasn't yet," and then he was gone, disappeared into the next room.
Zechs was puzzled by the last remark, but he didn't have to wait long for Otto to show up.
"Master Treize says you'll be wanting your own room, young sir. If you like, I'll show you one or you can pick your own. We have several available."
"Otto," Zechs said cautiously, testing the water, "Did Master Treize say that he didn't want me to sleep here with him?"
Otto blinked. He must have known where and how Zechs and Treize had spent the previous night, but Zechs assumed he wasn't used to discussing it.
"No, young sir, he did not. He told me that you wished to have your own room. Those were his words."
Zechs glared at the hairbrush again in concentrated thought. "Otto, I think I would like to stay here... if Master Treize doesn't mind." He looked up at the other man.
Otto smiled at him. "If that's what you want, young sir." He glanced at Zechs. "I believe Master Treize will be pleased." This was said with a certain edge to it; that if it did not please the master, Otto would not be pleased either.
"I hope so," Zechs whispered, and finished brushing the last of the knots out of his hair.
He was lying in the bed, curled under the covers against the sudden chill of the night when Treize reentered the now darkened room. He heard Treize sigh softly when he glanced over at the bed; it struck Zechs that between the poor lighting and the way he was under the blankets that Treize hadn't seen him. His suspicion was confirmed when Treize came over to the side of the bed and lit a candle. Zechs watched the soft light illuminate his master's face; Treize looked tired. Keeping his eyes on Treize, Zechs moved, flicking his hair back over his shoulder and propping himself up on his elbows. The unexpected movement caught Treize by surprise. His startled eyes met Zechs'.
"You're here," he whispered.
Zechs smiled. "Where else would I be?" He dropped one elbow and lay his head down on his arm, still watching Treize. "Master," he whispered. Treize slipped into the bed, took Zechs' chin in his hands and raised it until their lips met.
Zechs had added that last word, in those sultry tones, in order to get exactly that reaction from Treize. However, he found he was enjoying the response far more than simply having everything going his way should account for. He pulled away from Treize and gave the man a long look. "Let me thank you," he whispered, his hands sliding down the other man's body until they found what they were looking for. He could see sudden doubt in Treize's eyes, and he worked quickly to dispel it. "Please. It's what I want. After what you showed me last night... I..." He ducked his head. "I want to show you something." He met Treize's eyes, hoping the other man could read his sincerity. Slowly, Treize nodded.
Zechs grinned. As Treize lay back, Zechs began trailing kisses down his chest. At the same time his fingers traced patterns over Treize's thighs; his hair fell over his shoulders and it tickled along Treize's sides as Zechs' mouth explored. He could hear Treize's breathing begin to quicken; he could feel the beating of the heart, that rested beneath the skin under his lips, start to pick up its pace and he smiled against that smooth skin. He left a trail of slow, wet kisses down to Treize's navel, meanwhile his fingers were keeping themselves busy. They ranged over the body that lay beneath them, exploring every nook and crevice. He timed his attacks carefully; as his tongue darted into the hollow of Treize's navel, his fingers stroked the backside of Treize's knees- it was a highly sensitive area that few ever thought about. He was rewarded as Treize gasped in surprise, his back arching and his hands burying themselves in Zechs' hair. "Dear god," he whispered.
Zechs couldn't help it- he grinned again. He repeated the maneuver, this time adding to the mix his other hand running a finger along the underside of Treize's length. This earned him another gasp; the hands in his hair clenched reflexively. At this rate, Treize would climax before Zechs' mouth ever got down to its goal. Not that Zechs really minded; he was just glad that he'd gotten the opportunity to show Treize this. He was a little more than somewhat proud of his skills; never mind how he'd been forced to acquire them. His tongue darted in for one last taste before moving on. His mouth moved over to one side, his tongue lightly tracing the crease of Treize's hip, where the leg joined the body. Treize moaned in frustration as his hands unconsciously tried to force Zechs head lower, his tongue closer to the skin. Zechs resisted; he knew that the very lightness of the touch was what made it so irresistible. His fingers worked a distraction, brushing over Treize's opposite side. Treize's skin shuddered in response, shivering and twitching all over.
Switching gears, Zechs nuzzled the inside of Treize's thigh, letting his fingers caress the outside of his hip. His other hand moved up underneath inside, tracing the inside curve of Treize's buttocks. Feeling his touch, Treize lifted his hips from the bed, allowing him better access. Accepting, Zechs licked his way down and followed the line of the cleft back to the opening, then lightly licked his way up till his tongue rested just behind where Treize's balls joined his body.
Treize's grip had long ago shifted to twisting his fingers in the sheet beneath him in helpless ecstasy. He cried out when Zechs' tongue flicked against the backside of his balls, exploring yet another hidden sensitive area. His cries dissolved into moaning as Zechs mouthed over those balls, granting that area the physical sensation of touch so desired as well as a gentle massage as his tongue pressed firmly against the skin.
Finally, as if taking a reward after a long journey, Zechs let his tongue slid against Treize's length. He was hard as a rock; not surprising, in fact if he hadn't been Zechs would have been disappointed. He licked playfully, but soon he had to take the flesh firmly in his mouth to keep it from twitching erratically. Treize moaned in bliss as Zechs' lips closed around the head, his hand once again finding its way to Zechs' hair where it stroked through the golden tangle. Taking a page from his master's book, Zechs let the length slide through his lips till he enclosed only just the head, then flicked his tongue rhythmically against that sensitive tip. Treize;s hips bucked up reflexively, seeking more of the delicious contact. Zechs pinned him to the bed, his hands at the other man's hips. Treize actually growled in frustration, but Zechs just grinned more. Yes, this was exactly the way he'd planned it. A night too late, but that was just details... When Treize;s abortive thrusts against Zechs' pinning hands started to become erratic, Zechs knew the man's release was close. Letting the hard flesh slid from his mouth, Zechs turned his head slightly and, dropping his jaw slightly, took in Treize's balls instead. His mouth full of this new flesh, he began to hum, softly then more intensely.
That was the final straw. With a muted scream, Treize's body arched into a bow and all his muscles went stiff as he climaxed. Zechs leaned back and watched him, smiling in satisfaction. He laid himself down alongside Treize as the other man panted for breath. After a moment, Treize reached out a hand to him and ran it through the bangs that hung down alongside his face. He regarded Zechs with wonder. "Where on earth did you learn to do that?"
Zechs eyes darkened, his gaze grew vacant. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. After a moment he dropped his gaze to his hand, resting on the sheet beneath him. Treize touched his cheek. "I'm sorry," he said. "I... forgot. It doesn't matter." He looked away for a moment, and Zechs glanced at him in amazement. Treize had forgotten that Zechs was a slave? He'd enjoyed himself that much? Well, I feel complimented... He decided, then, to return the favor.
"Actually," Zechs said into the silence, "I first learned it from a friend of mine. We were bored, and so... Though if I'd know how such a talent would get me used, I don't think now I would have learned it." He frowned, thoughtful. "Though, at times it had been the only thing that kept me alive."
Treize's gaze softened as he lifted a hand to brush hair out of Zechs' eyes. "I am honored that you would... confide in me such a thing."
Zechs smiled softly, then lay his head down on Treize's chest. The man's fingers were in his hair again and his heartbeat was returning to normal under Zechs' ear. "I," he whispered, "am the one who is honored."

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