Title: Exercising an Option
Author: Gina In Genre: Romance, Adventure Pairing: 1+2, 3+4, 5+S, 13+6 Warnings: Citrus, Language, Yaoi, AU Rating: R Archived: S_E Udates, FF.net
Chapter 11
"Knock it off, Rusty," mumbled Duo, brushing languidly at the wetness on his face.
"Is my breath really that bad?" asked an amused voice. "I brushed my teeth."
"Rusty can talk?" thought Duo hazily. He slowly opened one eye, and saw tousled brown hair and intense dark blue eyes hovering above him.
"Rusty, when did you learn to talk?" he murmured.
"Do you watch a lot of Disney movies?" asked Heero, looking bemused.
"'Lady and the Tramp' always made me cry," said Duo incoherently. "Tell anyone and I'll rip your heart out with my bare hands."
"I see you're not a morning person," said Heero, sitting up and stretching his back.
"I'll give you a life-altering blowjob if you bring me coffee," begged Duo.
"Hm, a deal worthy of Donald Trump," said Heero, reaching for his clothes.
"I accept your offer of a future merger," he added, after he'd pulled on his boxers.
"Ooh, baby, more sexy lawyer talk," said Duo, sarcastically, rolling over and burying his head in the pillow. "Please say 'habeas corpus', it gets me so hot."
He yelped as a firm hand smacked his bare backside.
"Hey, no kinky shit," he grumbled, "at least not until I wake up enough to enjoy it."
He felt the mattress shift as Heero stood up.
"Where you going?" yawned Duo, rolling over.
"To make coffee," said Heero. "I always fulfill my part of a contract."
"Hey," said Duo softly, sitting up.
"What?" Heero turned around.
"I just wanted to say, I mean, I have to say something," he began. "Great," he thought ironically, "Great time to discover my inarticulate side."
Heero came back and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting.
"Um, thanks," Duo mumbled, ducking his head a little.
"For what?" asked Heero, leaning over and pressing his forehead against the other man's.
"Everything," whispered Duo. "It was really great, I mean it. Parts of me are still applauding."
"For me also," said Heero. "Do you want breakfast?"
"In a minute," said Duo, reaching up to drag his fingers through silky brown hair. "I'd kiss you silly but I bet my mouth tastes like the floor of a taxi cab full of incontinent drunks."
"Then go brush your teeth," suggested Heero, "While I make breakfast."
"In romance novels, everyone has breath like raspberries and chocolate," said Duo, sitting up and scrubbing his eyes. "Even first thing in the morning. That's how you can tell its fiction."
He blew into his palm and sniffed, wrinkling his nose. "Just what I thought, monkey ass breath."
"Um, I wouldn't know," said Heero. "Never read one. A romance novel, I mean."
"Seriously?" asked Duo, standing up and walking au naturel to the bathroom.
"Seriously," repeated Heero, transfixed by the sway of Duo's loose hair swishing around his naked form.
"Man, my hair is so tangled," said Duo tragically, running his fingers through the thigh length tresses. "I fell asleep with it still wet from the shower, not good."
"Why do you keep it, then, if it's such a bother?" said Heero, curious. "Not that I'm complaining," he added hastily.
Duo turned around and looked at him for a few seconds. "It's mine," he said cryptically, finally, then turned and walked into the bathroom.
Heero rose and went into the kitchen to make breakfast, wondering what those words meant.
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"Long distance phone call for you, Mr. Marquise," said Millie, their middle aged secretary. She smiled professionally at him and looked over her bifocals indicating the phone. "Switzerland, I believe."
"I'll take it in Mr. Kushrenada's office," said Zechs, going inside.
Trieze looked up from his laptop. "I need to take a call in here," explained Zechs.
"Switzerland," he added, picking up the receiver.
Trieze eyes widened with comprehension and he went back to his spreadsheet.
"Milliard, is that you?" asked a soft female voice.
"Yes, it's me," said Zechs, a smile softening his features. "How are you, Relena? Everything all right?"
"I'm fine," said Relena, shifting her books to the other arm to cradle the receiver. "I just wanted to hear your voice," she said plaintively.
"Do you need anything?" asked Zechs. "I know how things can come up at the last minute."
"I'm spoiled rotten to the envy of all my friends and you know it," said Relena, and Zechs could imagine the eye roll that accompanied that statement. "I didn't call you to ask for more money," she said.
"I never implied that your motives were purely mercenary, dear," said Zechs. "And you're not spoiled, you're too sweet for that."
"You flatter me," said Relena, giggling a bit. "But, the reason I called is that I have vacation coming up, and I so want to spend it with you."
There was a pregnant pause. "Lena, I don't know if that's safe for you, darling," Zechs finally said, and Trieze looked up at the sad tone in his voice, closing his laptop.
"Surely I can come visit you there," pleaded Relena. "I came for Christmas," she added.
"Winter is the off-season," sighed Zechs. "And we had no clients staying here. No risk of anyone seeing us together."
"Milliard," she said pouted. "I miss you, and you're the only family I have now. Why can't I be there for a few weeks of my summer vacation? You're just being paranoid. We haven't heard anything in years."
"You know why, Lena, don't be a child," said Zechs firmly. "If I knew for sure they weren't still looking for us, I'd have you here always. You know that." His voice softened at the last.
"I hate this," said Relena, biting her lip to keep tears from spilling.
"You have friends there you can be with, darling," said Zechs consolingly.
"Not the same," he heard the tears in her voice and swallowed.
"I'm sorry, Lena," he said softly. "I won't have you risk it."
"Good-bye, Mil," she said huskily. "I love you."
Before he could respond in kind, the connection was broken.
"Goddamn it all," he swore, slamming down the receiver.
Trieze raised an eyebrow. "Breaking my phone won't help," he said quietly.
"I don't want to hear it," said Zechs moodily, and sat down on the red leather sofa in Trieze office. "Got anything to drink around here?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"It's 10:00 in the morning, love," said Trieze, standing up and walking over to the sofa. He sat down next to Zechs, crossing his legs and throwing his arm across the back of the sofa in a languid pose.
"It must be 5:00 o'clock somewhere," said Zechs with a dark chuckle.
"If you must, in the bottom drawer of my desk," said Trieze.
"Forget it," sighed Zechs after a few moments of rubbing his temples. "Just a wild impulse."
He felt a warm hand rub a small circle of comfort on his back.
"I'm not entirely against you going with your wilder impulses, you know."
"Have any appointments this morning?" asked Zechs, looking at the door.
"No, not until after lunch," said Trieze.
Zechs got up and locked the office door. "Good," he said shortly.
He walked back to the sofa, stripping off his shirt and throwing it carelessly on the floor, then toeing off his shoes. But the time he got to the sofa, he was completely nude.
Trieze smiled at the predatory gleam in his lover's ice blue eyes.
"Am I about to be seduced in my office?" he purred, lying back on the sofa and throwing back his head to expose his throat.
"No, you're about to be ravished in your office," growled Zechs, kneeling next to the sofa. "Get out of these things," he demanded, pulling at Trieze's clothes.
"Aren't you glad I spent the extra money on soundproofing?" whispered Trieze, shifting his hips up to facilitate the hasty removal of his clothes.
"Let's make sure and get our money's worth, by all means," said Zechs roughly. He leaned in to place a bruising kiss upon his lover's mouth.
"Impatient, aren't we?" asked Trieze, his blue eyes dancing. "It's in the cabinet in the bathroom."
"I remember," said Zechs, walking into the adjoining bath and coming back a few seconds later with a small bottle.
"Coconut?" he asked, looking at it. He raised one pale eyebrow.
Trieze shrugged lightly.
Zechs smiled. "You're the only person I know who looks totally elegant and composed bare naked on a couch waiting to get his ass plowed," he said, finally. He took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa next to the other man. "
"It's a gift," said Trieze, smirking. He reached up and pulled the blond man against tightly against him, thrusting up his hips and running his tongue along the edge of an earlobe.
"And who says it's me going to get my ass plowed, you self-assuming bastard?" he whispered silkily.
Zechs chuckled hoarsely. "Turnabout is fair play, n'est pas, mon amour?" he said.
"Mil," said Trieze, gently rubbing his mouth along the other man's shoulder from behind. Zechs stiffened in the other man's embrace at the sound of his true name.
"Probably not a good idea to get used to calling me that," he whispered sadly.
"No one else can hear us," said Trieze, running a long fingered hand across a hipbone and lingering there before traveling over a firm round buttock. "I long to use the name I first called you by. Especially when we're like this. I want to feel close to you, the real you."
"Not safe," murmured Zechs, surrendering to the intimate touch of his lover and gasping as he was prepared for the intimate joining of their bodies.
"Trieze!" he called out sharply, a few minutes later.
"I love you, Mil," the red-haired man ground out between clenched teeth as he too spent his passion.
"Not safe," said the blond man almost inaudibly as a rain of small kisses was trailed down the back of his neck, now covered with a fine sheen of perspiration.
"You're safe here," murmured Trieze against his pale hair.
After a few minutes the lull of post-orgasmic languor was interrupted by a ringing telephone.
Zechs tried to sit up but was pulled back down into a tight embrace upon the over-sized sofa.
"Leave it," said Trieze. "That's what I hired Millie for. She's more than capable of answering the blasted phone."
"It might be Relena again," protested Zechs.
"Even if it is, there's nothing more you can say to her, in any case, is there?" he said to the blond man quietly. "Why needlessly upset yourself?"
"No," Zechs agreed reluctantly. "Nothing more to say."
"Then lie back down next to me and compliment me on my great skills as a lover," said Trieze, in a humorous tone. "
Zechs chuckled. "There's nothing I can add that will make you think that anymore than you already do."
"But, it's nice to hear," said Trieze playfully. "I enjoy having my ego stroked as much as anyone. More, probably." He mock pouted, causing Zechs to lean over and place a kiss on his lower lip.
"That's not what I want to stroke," teased Zechs. "Although you do have a rather large.ego."
"By all means," said Trieze, shifting his position on the warm leather of the sofa. "But let's do it in the shower, shall we?"
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Author: Gina In Genre: Romance, Adventure Pairing: 1+2, 3+4, 5+S, 13+6 Warnings: Citrus, Language, Yaoi, AU Rating: R Archived: S_E Udates, FF.net
Chapter 11
"Knock it off, Rusty," mumbled Duo, brushing languidly at the wetness on his face.
"Is my breath really that bad?" asked an amused voice. "I brushed my teeth."
"Rusty can talk?" thought Duo hazily. He slowly opened one eye, and saw tousled brown hair and intense dark blue eyes hovering above him.
"Rusty, when did you learn to talk?" he murmured.
"Do you watch a lot of Disney movies?" asked Heero, looking bemused.
"'Lady and the Tramp' always made me cry," said Duo incoherently. "Tell anyone and I'll rip your heart out with my bare hands."
"I see you're not a morning person," said Heero, sitting up and stretching his back.
"I'll give you a life-altering blowjob if you bring me coffee," begged Duo.
"Hm, a deal worthy of Donald Trump," said Heero, reaching for his clothes.
"I accept your offer of a future merger," he added, after he'd pulled on his boxers.
"Ooh, baby, more sexy lawyer talk," said Duo, sarcastically, rolling over and burying his head in the pillow. "Please say 'habeas corpus', it gets me so hot."
He yelped as a firm hand smacked his bare backside.
"Hey, no kinky shit," he grumbled, "at least not until I wake up enough to enjoy it."
He felt the mattress shift as Heero stood up.
"Where you going?" yawned Duo, rolling over.
"To make coffee," said Heero. "I always fulfill my part of a contract."
"Hey," said Duo softly, sitting up.
"What?" Heero turned around.
"I just wanted to say, I mean, I have to say something," he began. "Great," he thought ironically, "Great time to discover my inarticulate side."
Heero came back and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting.
"Um, thanks," Duo mumbled, ducking his head a little.
"For what?" asked Heero, leaning over and pressing his forehead against the other man's.
"Everything," whispered Duo. "It was really great, I mean it. Parts of me are still applauding."
"For me also," said Heero. "Do you want breakfast?"
"In a minute," said Duo, reaching up to drag his fingers through silky brown hair. "I'd kiss you silly but I bet my mouth tastes like the floor of a taxi cab full of incontinent drunks."
"Then go brush your teeth," suggested Heero, "While I make breakfast."
"In romance novels, everyone has breath like raspberries and chocolate," said Duo, sitting up and scrubbing his eyes. "Even first thing in the morning. That's how you can tell its fiction."
He blew into his palm and sniffed, wrinkling his nose. "Just what I thought, monkey ass breath."
"Um, I wouldn't know," said Heero. "Never read one. A romance novel, I mean."
"Seriously?" asked Duo, standing up and walking au naturel to the bathroom.
"Seriously," repeated Heero, transfixed by the sway of Duo's loose hair swishing around his naked form.
"Man, my hair is so tangled," said Duo tragically, running his fingers through the thigh length tresses. "I fell asleep with it still wet from the shower, not good."
"Why do you keep it, then, if it's such a bother?" said Heero, curious. "Not that I'm complaining," he added hastily.
Duo turned around and looked at him for a few seconds. "It's mine," he said cryptically, finally, then turned and walked into the bathroom.
Heero rose and went into the kitchen to make breakfast, wondering what those words meant.
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"Long distance phone call for you, Mr. Marquise," said Millie, their middle aged secretary. She smiled professionally at him and looked over her bifocals indicating the phone. "Switzerland, I believe."
"I'll take it in Mr. Kushrenada's office," said Zechs, going inside.
Trieze looked up from his laptop. "I need to take a call in here," explained Zechs.
"Switzerland," he added, picking up the receiver.
Trieze eyes widened with comprehension and he went back to his spreadsheet.
"Milliard, is that you?" asked a soft female voice.
"Yes, it's me," said Zechs, a smile softening his features. "How are you, Relena? Everything all right?"
"I'm fine," said Relena, shifting her books to the other arm to cradle the receiver. "I just wanted to hear your voice," she said plaintively.
"Do you need anything?" asked Zechs. "I know how things can come up at the last minute."
"I'm spoiled rotten to the envy of all my friends and you know it," said Relena, and Zechs could imagine the eye roll that accompanied that statement. "I didn't call you to ask for more money," she said.
"I never implied that your motives were purely mercenary, dear," said Zechs. "And you're not spoiled, you're too sweet for that."
"You flatter me," said Relena, giggling a bit. "But, the reason I called is that I have vacation coming up, and I so want to spend it with you."
There was a pregnant pause. "Lena, I don't know if that's safe for you, darling," Zechs finally said, and Trieze looked up at the sad tone in his voice, closing his laptop.
"Surely I can come visit you there," pleaded Relena. "I came for Christmas," she added.
"Winter is the off-season," sighed Zechs. "And we had no clients staying here. No risk of anyone seeing us together."
"Milliard," she said pouted. "I miss you, and you're the only family I have now. Why can't I be there for a few weeks of my summer vacation? You're just being paranoid. We haven't heard anything in years."
"You know why, Lena, don't be a child," said Zechs firmly. "If I knew for sure they weren't still looking for us, I'd have you here always. You know that." His voice softened at the last.
"I hate this," said Relena, biting her lip to keep tears from spilling.
"You have friends there you can be with, darling," said Zechs consolingly.
"Not the same," he heard the tears in her voice and swallowed.
"I'm sorry, Lena," he said softly. "I won't have you risk it."
"Good-bye, Mil," she said huskily. "I love you."
Before he could respond in kind, the connection was broken.
"Goddamn it all," he swore, slamming down the receiver.
Trieze raised an eyebrow. "Breaking my phone won't help," he said quietly.
"I don't want to hear it," said Zechs moodily, and sat down on the red leather sofa in Trieze office. "Got anything to drink around here?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"It's 10:00 in the morning, love," said Trieze, standing up and walking over to the sofa. He sat down next to Zechs, crossing his legs and throwing his arm across the back of the sofa in a languid pose.
"It must be 5:00 o'clock somewhere," said Zechs with a dark chuckle.
"If you must, in the bottom drawer of my desk," said Trieze.
"Forget it," sighed Zechs after a few moments of rubbing his temples. "Just a wild impulse."
He felt a warm hand rub a small circle of comfort on his back.
"I'm not entirely against you going with your wilder impulses, you know."
"Have any appointments this morning?" asked Zechs, looking at the door.
"No, not until after lunch," said Trieze.
Zechs got up and locked the office door. "Good," he said shortly.
He walked back to the sofa, stripping off his shirt and throwing it carelessly on the floor, then toeing off his shoes. But the time he got to the sofa, he was completely nude.
Trieze smiled at the predatory gleam in his lover's ice blue eyes.
"Am I about to be seduced in my office?" he purred, lying back on the sofa and throwing back his head to expose his throat.
"No, you're about to be ravished in your office," growled Zechs, kneeling next to the sofa. "Get out of these things," he demanded, pulling at Trieze's clothes.
"Aren't you glad I spent the extra money on soundproofing?" whispered Trieze, shifting his hips up to facilitate the hasty removal of his clothes.
"Let's make sure and get our money's worth, by all means," said Zechs roughly. He leaned in to place a bruising kiss upon his lover's mouth.
"Impatient, aren't we?" asked Trieze, his blue eyes dancing. "It's in the cabinet in the bathroom."
"I remember," said Zechs, walking into the adjoining bath and coming back a few seconds later with a small bottle.
"Coconut?" he asked, looking at it. He raised one pale eyebrow.
Trieze shrugged lightly.
Zechs smiled. "You're the only person I know who looks totally elegant and composed bare naked on a couch waiting to get his ass plowed," he said, finally. He took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa next to the other man. "
"It's a gift," said Trieze, smirking. He reached up and pulled the blond man against tightly against him, thrusting up his hips and running his tongue along the edge of an earlobe.
"And who says it's me going to get my ass plowed, you self-assuming bastard?" he whispered silkily.
Zechs chuckled hoarsely. "Turnabout is fair play, n'est pas, mon amour?" he said.
"Mil," said Trieze, gently rubbing his mouth along the other man's shoulder from behind. Zechs stiffened in the other man's embrace at the sound of his true name.
"Probably not a good idea to get used to calling me that," he whispered sadly.
"No one else can hear us," said Trieze, running a long fingered hand across a hipbone and lingering there before traveling over a firm round buttock. "I long to use the name I first called you by. Especially when we're like this. I want to feel close to you, the real you."
"Not safe," murmured Zechs, surrendering to the intimate touch of his lover and gasping as he was prepared for the intimate joining of their bodies.
"Trieze!" he called out sharply, a few minutes later.
"I love you, Mil," the red-haired man ground out between clenched teeth as he too spent his passion.
"Not safe," said the blond man almost inaudibly as a rain of small kisses was trailed down the back of his neck, now covered with a fine sheen of perspiration.
"You're safe here," murmured Trieze against his pale hair.
After a few minutes the lull of post-orgasmic languor was interrupted by a ringing telephone.
Zechs tried to sit up but was pulled back down into a tight embrace upon the over-sized sofa.
"Leave it," said Trieze. "That's what I hired Millie for. She's more than capable of answering the blasted phone."
"It might be Relena again," protested Zechs.
"Even if it is, there's nothing more you can say to her, in any case, is there?" he said to the blond man quietly. "Why needlessly upset yourself?"
"No," Zechs agreed reluctantly. "Nothing more to say."
"Then lie back down next to me and compliment me on my great skills as a lover," said Trieze, in a humorous tone. "
Zechs chuckled. "There's nothing I can add that will make you think that anymore than you already do."
"But, it's nice to hear," said Trieze playfully. "I enjoy having my ego stroked as much as anyone. More, probably." He mock pouted, causing Zechs to lean over and place a kiss on his lower lip.
"That's not what I want to stroke," teased Zechs. "Although you do have a rather large.ego."
"By all means," said Trieze, shifting his position on the warm leather of the sofa. "But let's do it in the shower, shall we?"
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