Metamorphosis Part 5
Zechs lay beside Heero who had finally stopped fighting to stay awake. "Rest easy." he whispered pulling Heero's back against his chest. Heero sighed and shifted in his sleep curling into the curve of Zechs' body.
Laying in the detention cell's morbid gloom, Zechs resisted the urge to hold Heero too tightly. Twirling a few strands of his exhausted friend's hair in his fingers, Zechs raised up to study Heero's handsome face and the strangely peaceful smile that poised on his lips.
Gently running his thumb over the tacky redden line on Heero's cheek Zechs saw, like Rico had before, just how beautiful the Japanese youth was.
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Heero had a stubborn independence developed from a childhood that never allowed him to be a child. Street smart and resourceful, Heero Yuy relied on no one. However Zechs believed Heero's detachment and deadly serious attitude was often used to mask deep-seeded hurt and fear of rejection. If Heero was always serious when dealing with people, he never had to let anyone too close to his heart.
Heero's transformation from teenager to terrorist each time he took Wing Zero into battle was yet another manifestation of his constantly repressed fears. The Perfect Soldier's merciless combat mirrored a metamorphic safeguard designed to protect the few people he truly cared about from his erratic nature and possibility save Heero, himself, from total madness.
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But Zechs had his own heart and mind to protect as he struggled to tame his wildly tangled thoughts. Bizarre memory mirages, planted by OZ's Manipulators, threatened his grasp on reality. Oddly, though, in some surreal way Zechs found the gargled, often grotesque, imagery both fascinating and frightening.
"Concentrate on Duo." he told himself searching for any means to neutralize the "mind benders" powerful influence. Zechs knew that to negate the neurotic affects it would take all of his willpower. For Duo and Heero's sake he couldn't permit the illusional hallucinations, the abstract apparitions, any sway.
The beating and drugs had already taken their physical toll. The mental probing had severely compromised Zechs' basic reasoning abilities and the resulting slower reaction time and hesitant indecision jeopardized everyone.
Zechs swore under his breath. He hated being so out-of-control. The Lightning Baron, once the pride of OZ's elite "Specials" now fought to maintain the simplest line of thought. Pushing aside stringy silver hair Zechs sighed heavily. Giving into his confused emotions he ignored his own council and held Heero tighter snugly cradling the youthful pilot in his arm's sheltering enfoldment.
For an hour, minutes, whatever time they had, Zechs yearned to feel the smallest comfort. Just for awhile. Pulling the beautiful boy nearer, the Heir to the Sanc Kingdom gently kissed the cut on Heero's golden cheek. The warm brush of Zechs' lips caused Heero to stir with a low groan. His eyes blinked sleepily. The contented smile widened.
"How do you feel?" Zechs whispered as he ran a single slender finger through Heero's bangs.
"Tired." Heero responded with a heavy sigh.
"I don't know how much longer we might have before they separate us." Zechs stated rearranging his arm to better support Heero's head and shoulders.
Heero winced. His jaw was stiff, his head hurt. Tension-stressed muscles drew tight at the base of his skull. Again a clammy hands rubbed across his sore forehead.
First, in an effort to help ease Heero's headache Zechs let his fingers lightly caress Heero's sore temples. His fellow pilot closed his eyes. Next, with firmer pressure, Zechs kneaded the tense fibers along Heero's shoulders to his neck.
"That feels good." Heero announced with another husky groan as he leaned back into Zechs' strong massage.
Putting his mouth near Heero's ear, Zechs gave expressly clear instructions. "Relax and let me do all the work."
Heero obeyed giving in completely to his comrade's masterful strokes.
Now chocolate tresses and a silver mane tangled as Zechs bent over letting his tongue trace sensual patterns on Heero's ears and neck. In a daze of desire Heero turned his deep cobalt eyes upwards. His mouth searched for Zech's parting lips. Zechs Merquise's passion, once kept at bay, flowed freely. The kiss was hard and hungry.
One hand slipped from the young pilot's shoulders moving quickly until anxious fingers tugged Heero's shirt free from his pant's waistband. Sliding beneath the loosened shirt, Zechs' flatten palm drug across Heero's smooth chest. Letting his fingers wander they soon rubbed squarely over taut nipples as each, in turn, was caressed with expert fondling. This teasing touch produced a lower, more feverish, moan.
Heero raised his hands grabbing Zechs' hair as he sealed his moist mouth over the Lightning Baron's lips and tongue. Body against body, the Gundam rebels gave themselves fully to their fleshy desires.
With one arm tightly encircling Heero's waist Zechs' free hand undid Heero's pants and lowered the zipper. Heero's swollen erection strained against the already taut material causing the zipper to part widely. Trembling fingers slithered under Heero's boxer's top, slipping easily under the elastic band. The hand pushed down until it closed over his Gundam partner's aching genitals.
The firm groping caused Heero's to push forward so that his manhood fit snuggly in Zechs' wrapped hand. "Damn!" Heero moaned louder before the passionate sound was muffled by another insistence kiss.
Then in an unexpected response Heero broke the kiss then eased his quivering body down until his head centered between Zechs' legs. Pressing his face into Zechs' cloth clad crotch, into skintight pants that bulged where his erect penis strained with anxious intensity, Heero nuzzled the protruding fabric.
With both hands holding Heero's head, the Lightning Baron moved hard against the firm pressure as his entire frontal area had already become damp from the steady trickle of his excitement.
Zechs' hand continued its skillful manipulation of Heero's hot arousal gliding from base to head and back again along the harden shaft. Rubbing his thumb over the tip, his tactical senses were rewarded as warm creamy fluid bathed his fingers.
Heero's hands were just as busy as they clawed at the zipper interfering with his attempt to pleasure his totally aroused comrade. Eager fingertips slid inside the open zipper stroking Zechs' warm, wet erection. A shudder tingled through Zechs' hot manhood produced by Heero's insistence probing just before Heero's lips parted taking in the swollen member entirely.
"YES!" Zechs panted breathlessly tangling his fingers in Heero's hair as Heero pulled up his lips bringing his tongue teasingly along the way.
Now both pilot's masterful caresses were set in perfect rhythm quickly bringing them both to a thundering climax. Zechs bowed his back. Silky silver hair slipped over his shoulders. Trembling fingers held tighter to Heero's head guiding his mouth down again.
Through his stimulated haze Zech's half-closed eyes caught sight of the dim overhead light. Then bare, cold walls and a door bolted against their freedom sprang into vivid view. With his sudden realization of their imprisonment, Zechs pulled back.
"We can't do this." he declared through labored pants of euphoria and frustration.
Heero's ardent sight locked on Zechs' flushed face. "Why not?" he hissed as his own frustration at the loss of the wonderful sensations produced an angry response.
Zechs reached out cupping his hands about Heero's sweat damp face, "Don't get me wrong." he qualified his statement. "I would like nothing better than to love you." he sincerely proclaimed still panting from his excitement. Leaning closer he pushed back tousled bangs so he could see Heero's liquid blue eyes, "But the guards may return at any time and we must have our minds clear if we hope to survive this hellhole."
Heero shook his head puffing from his own acute stimulation. "I know, but........."
"Shhhh." Zechs whispered pressing a finger on Heero's reddened lips. "Maybe later, when this is over." he paused gazing deeply into the Perfect Soldier's haunting eyes. "When we win, and we will win." Zechs continued pushing aside damp hair clinging to Heero's face.
Heero caught Zechs' trembling hand gently kissing his open palm. "Maybe." he sighed closing his eyes as Zechs' torrid touches still burned hot on his skin. Then lowering his eyes, Heero's expression suddenly took on a sad, pitiful gaze.
Zechs immediately noticed the pensive look. "What's wrong?"
Tears welled up spilling over Heero's cheeks. "Duo." he reverently whispered, "I can't betray Duo's trust." Wing's Master sorrowfully declared.
"I'm sorry." Heero begged Zechs' pardon fighting to keep his voice even. "I shouldn't have...I got caught up in the emotions...I...." Hard sobs chocked off the last of his words.
Zechs placed a thumb under Heero's chin guiding his tear stained face upwards. "I understand, I got carried away, too." he confessed. "Come here." he invited, gently taking Heero's hand, "Just lay with me and let me hold you."
Holding Heero's hand, Zechs ran his thumb over Heero's bruised, swollen knuckles. Breathing in perfect rhythm with his suffering friend's heartbeat as Heero drifted off to slept in his arms, Zechs let himself become lost in the warmth.
Then Zechs made the mistake of shutting his own misty eyes and allowing himself to relax. Stress and fatigue took over plunging him into a suddenly calm, sedative state. With a soft sigh Zechs gave into the claiming slumber as his overwhelmed system gave out thoroughly.
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The cell door's unlatching stirred Zechs from his restive slumber. Pushing up on his elbows he squinted at the bright backwash shining in for the corridor. Two soldiers dressed in the black and crimson uniforms of Commander Rico's private Executive Guard marched inside. As one guard held his rifle at the ready, his counterpart approached the rebel pair. Zechs knew that Rico sending his personal henchmen meant only one thing...they had come for Heero.
As the cell door slammed shut behind Rico's goons, an adrenaline rush quickly overcame Zechs sleepy daze. A hardened glaze settled over his narrowed sky blue eyes as strong determination showed itself in Epyon's master's steely stare.
Getting to his feet, Zechs stood defiantly, his resolved tenacity set firmly in his mind. If he had to suffer further injury to protect Heero, then so be it, but he would be damned if anyone was going to touch his friend.
TBC...
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