His
Zechs... Had always belonged to Trieze. Just as she belonged to him. Trieze had spotted him among a whole hoard of new recuits and then proceeded to... Seduce him, to Trieze and his cause.
He had never totally succeeded through she would never admit out loud. Zechs... Seemed to have some motive, which is why she distrusted him so, making him choose this path his won path and Trieze was just a side path, a detour from the highway and Zechs... Would always return to it.
Trieze loved them both. He liked to watch them together, playing with each other. Fighting each other. Une honestly had found the situation awkward at first, Zechs had seemed like just a child compared to her, back then they were the same height and she could still stare him straight in the eye. Then slowly, she had begun to like it.
Now Zechs... Had remained above it all. Trieze started to laugh, sardonically at him and her. His little boy, just seemed to methodically fuck her like a robot.
Une had wondered how Trieze fucked Zechs... Or if Zechs was the one doing all the fucking. Trieze had never felt inclined to ask her to watch the going at it, she never wanted to ask.
He hardly left them alone together, as if he didn't trust them to play nicely... Une always did scratch. But, some things managed to prevent him from coming and Zechs had shown up at her quarters saying Trieze had ordered him. He seemed confused, and gave her a note. Zechs was to be her play thing for the day.
No wonder Zechs had been befuddled. Une had invited him anyway, never one to go against an order. She and Zechs... Played around for a bit in her bed, with the red sheets that Trieze had specially ordered. They went nicely with Zechs's hair and eyes, like a little prince.
It was only later that she learned the truth, when she was absently drawing on his chest with red wine. He was drunk and she wasn't sober, when he told her he was the Prince of Sank.
Why he had told her she didn't know. They didn't like each other, or trust one another. Only Trieze linked them together. Trieze...
She asked Zechs to go down on her, he obeyed very easily, and they slipped into a pattern.
Later when she was alone, reading by the yellow glow of candles in a Chinese silk dressing gown, Trieze had come in had kissed her neck just where Zechs had done just hours before.
She asked him why he kept them.
Trieze had laughed and simply said they were his.
Une had felt very chilled out that, looking into smiling blank eyes of Trieze, before he swooped down and kissed her, the sleeve of her dressing gown sliding down as his fingers stroked her shoulder, her arm.
Trieze then woke up Zechs in the other room, in her bed where he had passed out, a slim cigarette smoking between his lips.
He made them fuck again. Sitting in his chair, smiling like her grandfather used to do before he had a heart attack. He directed them where to go, how to do it, as if they hadn't screwed each other a hundred times before.
And as always Zechs, just was that little bit slow to Trieze's orders while she obeyed them without question. Yet Trieze loved, yes loved, Zechs more than he ever could for her.
It made her cold, even as she gripped the pale blond hair, closing her eyes in passion.
