Chapter Sixteen: The Pursuit of Trieze

Trieze Khushrenada sat with his legs crossed on the edge of his large four poster bed. The bed was made impeccably, the velvet goose down filled comforter rested over satin sheets. He was swirling a glass of brandy on the rocks in one hand, his eyes closed in silent thought. Gulping the rest of the brandy, he grimaced. Trieze reached to his coffee table. There was a bowl of peaches resting on the finished wood surface. He reached for them, and then looked around surreptitiously. Making sure he was alone, he opened a secret drawer and pulled out a giant Hershey bar. Breaking it in half, he put the rest away for later and set to nibbling on the half in his hand.
Trieze got off the bed, chocolate in hand and walked over to the liquor cabinet on the far side of his immaculate bedroom. Moodily he opened it and chose a rich cognac from the back. He grabbed a large glass and filled it half of the thick sweet liquor. Before replacing the bottle, as if on a second thought, Trieze reached into the bottle spot. Pulling out three pixie sticks, he deftly ripped off the paper tops and emptied them into the glass. The woody brown liquor turned muddy greenish-brown. Trieze smiled and gulped the concoction down. He stepped, almost stumbled to the phone next to his bed.
"Hello? Can you please let Zechs know I would like to speak to him please?" He kept his voice from quivering with sorrow and drunkenness.
"Right away Master Trieze." The voice was crisp, and then was gone.
Sliding the phone to the side found some cherry licorice whips. Mmm, my favorite, Trieze thought to himself. Happily, he shove three into his mouth and began to chew. Then the sound of a throat clearing.
"Your Excellency, you called for me?"
Trieze whirled around on his bed, eyes open so wide they could fall out of the sockets. The whips hung comically out of his open gaping mouth.
Zechs Merquise stood at his master's now closed bedroom door. He took off the white mask he normally wore around the troops and to battle. His face was flawless white alabaster with eyes made of the palest blue diamonds. His hair was platinum blonde, thick and flawless. It hung straight down to the middle of Zechs's back. The bang portion, however, seemed to hang over his face. He was always tossing it out of his way. God, he is beautiful, thought Trieze.
A smile touched Zechs's lips. He walked over to his master and liege lord and sat down. "If you don't catch flies with you mouth gaping like that, you sure are with all that candy hanging out of your mouth." Reaching down, Zechs pulled one of the whips out of Treize's mouth and put it in his own. "Why did you call me?"
Quickly stuffing the rest of the whips in his mouth, Trieze gained his composure. Swallowing quickly, he stood up and faced the window again. Trieze laughed softly to himself, and half turned towards Zechs.
"You know Zechs. I have had over 15 wives. . .Countless infidelities. . .Numerous lovers." Trieze gave a wink to Zechs. "I never thought that the spurning of me by just one woman. . ." He shook his head. "Zechs. . .That really shook me."
Zechs remained on the bed, chewing the whip thoughtfully. "You know, sir, you do know she is a gundam pilot, right?"
"Yes." Trieze sucked on the fingertips of his gloves, struggling to remove the chocolate that stained the white fabric.
"Well, at the next battle with the gundams, give her an unavoidable situation, and take her back." He let go of the whip and smiled at Trieze, having the rest of it hang out of his mouth. Then he slurped it like a spaghetti noodle.
Trieze narrowed his eyes at Zechs. "Don't do that. . You know what it does to me.", he whispered breathlessly.
The ice blue eyes widened innocently. "Oh, I do?" Taking the slick wet whip out of his mouth, Zechs tilted his head back and held the whip over his mouth at full length. Then he took his tongue and waggled it quickly over the tip of the candy. "Mmm. Good."
A thin sheen of sweat covered Trieze's brow. "Out of all my lovers, you were always the best. I remember that. It has been over a year, since that."
Zechs nodded in mock acknowledgment, "Oh, I know Trieze." Zechs stood up and placed a hand on each side of his velvet coat. "That. . .is. . .why. . you. . .can. . .never. . .forget. . me." Each word was punctuated by the unfastening of a button, revealing more and more flesh. The jacket was completely undone, just showing a thin strip of Zechs Merquise's well built chest and stomach.
Trieze could no longer hold out against such a tempting display. Dropping the cognac glass to the floor, he walked swiftly over to the Lightening Count. Placing one hand on Zechs's smooth cheek, Trieze roughly kissed him. With hands working on their own, Trieze grasped the collar of Zechs's coat and moved it slightly. It slide off the shoulders of Zechs and landed on the floor. Trieze stood back for a second to marvel at the sight he had missed for so long.
Zechs's skin was slightly tanned and flawless. Not a scar, nor freckle, not birthmark marred the torso or shoulders. The color was smooth and creamy like it was spread on with a knife. The man was in good condition. He didn't do much training since becoming a high ranking officer, but he still had an admirable body. A hard lean chest sloped to a stomach that had a slight roll to it.
"Ohhh" Trieze moaned loudly into Zechs's neck as he grasped the underside of his head with one hand, and let the other hand twine around his waist. Lightly nibbling, he lowered Zechs onto the bed of velvet and satin.
Tongues twirled about each other, hot, wet and sweet. Trieze tasted of alcohol, Turkish cigarettes, and chocolate. The scent of Brut rushed through Zechs' nostrils as he bit Trieze's neck as if he wished to gain nourishment from the vein. Groaning softly, Trieze smoothly turned on Zechs, laying him on his back. Resting his head on Zechs's chest he suckled Zechs's nipples lightly biting them sending waves of pleasure/pain through him.
"Ummmm. You know every inch of me." Zechs's hands trailed into Trieze's hair grabbing it and mussing it as Trieze's lips and teeth explored every inch of his body. The blue eyes rolled up until only the rims of the irises were visible when Trieze nibble along the area under his bellybutton. He took some small nips at the waistband of his pants.
"Oh god. . .Won't you please." Zechs was gasping every word. "You are driving me wild." His body shuddered involuntarily.
A smile touched Trieze's lips. "Please what? This?" Using his abnormally long tongue, Trieze popped open the button on the uniform pants. Then taking off his chocolate stained white gloves, he traced his warm fingers along the flesh the pants once covered. . .
((One hour Later. . .Sorry, still haven't gotten the hang of smut.))
Zechs redressed. "I hope I will be able to join you later tonight. . .for dinner perhaps?"
Trieze still lay in his bed, naked save for a satin sheet. "I will see", he muttered weakly. ."It seems you have sapped most of my strength for now. But I will see. Let me nap for a while, we shall see."
Replacing his helmet, Zechs smiled and exited the room silently closing the door behind him.
My, that was quite nice. I'll have to do that again. Rolling over, Trieze closed his eyes. Five minutes later, he snapped his lids open at the sound of his bedroom window sliding almost noiselessly open. He reached under his pillow and pointed a shiny silver pistol in the direction of the window.
"Show yourself" he demanded of kneeling black shape on his bedroom floor. As the figure rose and stood at full height, he sucked in a breath and lowered the weapon. "You."
Fortune Kincaid smiled benevolently and gestured to the chair in the corner. "Mind if I sit down?"