this chapter contains most of the warnings mentioned in the disclaimer, and is highly explicit.
03: warms the dead with his breath.
When Zechs' eyelashes fluttered open sometime early into dawn, the first thing he noticed was the thin, glistening chain looped around the headboard directly in front of him. But that wasn't right, his bed didn't have... Wintery blue eyes widened, instantly fully alert, to perceive the cuffs cutting into the protruding bones of his wrists along with the chain that connected them, and effectively made him a prisoner of Treize's bed. He had, after all, fallen asleep in the chambre of another man, and left his guard along with his mask at the door. As though sensing Zechs' thoughts, aforementioned General slid from the early morning shadows and into the pale streams of light filtering through the window, clad only in elegant silk trousers, almost tangibly purring. Zechs squirmed in discomfort, trying to glance over his shoulder.
"You left your mask off," Treize murmured affectionately, rubbing the silver-capped tip of a riding crop handle along the underside of his jaw. He paused in his stride, an unspoken threat.
"Don't- don't," Zechs mewled, arching his stomach off the mattress and twisting his arms. He failed to reposition himself on his back before Treize roughly pushed him down and jerked the chains tighter, forcing the blonde's arms wider, enough to prevent movement beyond a bucking of the hips. Zechs lowered his face into the crook of his shoulder as he felt the crop's popper trace his shoulderblades. He knew what was coming, knew Treize would not accept any answer other than the one he wished to hear. The loop of hard leather snaked a teasing trail down the curve of Zechs' spine and lingered, just for a moment, at the dimpled swell of his firm ass before cracking a gentle blow to the side of one cheek.
Treize's lips twisted with satisfaction when the pilot's body flinched, clenching ever-so-many of those taut, roping muscles for the benefit of the General's view. "I've been labouring under a misconception, my Milliard." Another crack, this one harder, between the cheeks. Treize wielded all of his chosen weapons expertly, of course; Zechs knew if the strikes hurt, Treize wanted him to hurt.
Sometimes Treize wanted him to bleed.
"Did you know?" the General continued, almost jovial in his rhetoric, "You must have, as you were the cause." A sidelined slap from the flat leather popper. "I believed you would only obey me if you called me General," a sharp crack to Zechs' inner thigh caused the bound blonde to spread his legs a little wider, the chains linked to his ankles jingling, "but you just want to be punished. You'll always be mine." Treize slithered on top of Zechs, the fine silk of his evening attire whispering over the blonde's flesh with beguiling gentleness when Treize leaned over Zechs' prone body to hum into his ear, "You were mine the first moment I took you into my arms so many years ago, when you were a frightened, lost little prince and I was destined for greatness." Slowly, the older man worked his strong palms down his pilot's stiff lower back, kneading some of Zechs' tenseness away, soothing the pilot's anxiety with teasing lips against his earlobe, the nape of his neck.
Treize produced a small tube from his pocket and lathered his fingertips with the rose-scented fluid, his breath husking across Zechs' sensitive skin as he murmured, "But I could not have come this far without you, my little Prince. You are my truest ally in all my endeavours, in romance and warfare, all things that define a man at his finest and his worst... You let me be human, Milliard." Just as Zechs allowed his eyes to flutter closed, comforted by the gentle ministrations of his domineering lover, Treize slid his slickened fingers between the perfect globes of Zechs' ass and plunged them into his tight entrace, penetrating his restrained lover roughly and without warning as he whispered, "You make me a man."
Zechs arched off the bed with a keening wail, his lips pulling back in a grimace, his breath coming in short gasps. "Treize- Treize, please-"
"Are you mine, Milliard?" Treize demanded, scissoring his fingers deeper into Zechs' body, thick muscle slowly accepting the invading digits.
"Please, Treize- don't- not like this," the blonde pleaded, writhing beneath his General, wrists and ankles straining against their chains. Treize caught up his riding crop and dealt Zechs a brutal lash across the top of his ass, relishing how the muscle clenched around his fingers, aching to slide his throbbing cock into that warmth.
"Say that you're mine."
"Treize-" Another lash, stinging Zechs' whipped flesh enough to redden, and the blonde cried out.
Treize slapped the popper against the smooth skin between Zechs' shoulderblades, resting the hard leather there threateningly. "Say it."
"I'm yours," Zechs gasped, bending forward to curve his round ass towards his strict lover, his stretched entrance now swallowing Treize's fingers, "I'm yours, Treize... please."
"Please what?" the General murmured, dropping his whip to the bed and unlacing the tie at the waist of his trousers, freeing his ample erection.
"Please..." Zechs' taut body twisted as he squirmed again, unsure whether he wanted the powerful man to stop as he'd been begging or plunge into him and ride him until he forgot how to beg.
A confident smirk creased Treize's lips, and he slipped his fingers from inside the hot cavern of the blonde's body, quickly positioning the weeping head of his cock at Zechs' twitching entrance. "I know what you want," he purred, and thrust in to the hilt.
Zechs bucked off the bed, unleashing a low, masculine scream as the thickness of his lover's erection split his inner walls, every visible muscle in his lean form flexing deliciously beneath Treize's hands and hips, his own untouched arousal scraping against the delicate satin of Treize's bedsheets and sending floods of sensation that electrified his nerves as they mingled with the deep satisfaction of the hard shaft rubbing that sweet spot within him. Treize remained still, teasing him, allowing his body to adjust, and Zechs could feel the older man's triumphance at forcing him into wanting this, forcing him to need the thick cock inside him, forcing him to plead for the brutal fucking only Treize could give him.
Zechs rotated his hips, trying to impale himself deeper on Treize's erection before those elegant hands gripped him, restraining his movements. "Please what?" the ginger-haired sadist asked again, his voice just straining the edge of calm.
"Please fuck me, Treize," Zechs submitted with a husky whisper, hearing the reigns beginning to snap in Treize's rigid self-control, hearing his lover near that precipice after which there was no turning back, there was nothing but their bodies moving together and their sweat and Zechs' blood and Treize's lips-
And Treize, hearing his conquest in that sultry voice of his lover, obliged.
He began sliding in and out of the pilot with a torturous, tantalising rhythm, the thickness of his cock scraping across his lover's inner walls, tingling his nerves into liquid fire that spread through the blonde's body until Zechs was moaning in rhythm, twisting his head from side to side, thrusting his own untouched arousal into the mattress. Steadily, Treize built up their pace until he was pounding into the pilot, whipping him over and over in the small of his back until he was bucking into the vicious thrusts on his own, matching Treize's rhythm with the twists of his lean body, firm ass bouncing against Treize's sharp hipbones and taking the hard shaft faster and deeper as Treize's teeth sank into his neck again and again, the General's fingertips digging bruises into his thighs as his own hands clawed helplessly at the sheets.
Treize fucked him until he was gasping, babbling for more, arching off the bed and screaming- Treize fucked him raw, teasing him with slow penetration and sudden, savage thrusts, until Zechs was speechless with pleasure, his lips parted with each panting breath, each low moan elicited as Treize slid out to the hard ridge of the head... and each sharp gasp, body jerking, as Treize slammed back in, his stiff cock driving against that sensitive spot and sending Zechs wild into wanton shudders of ecstasy, his tight hole clenching around Treize's length, begging for more. Treize gave him more, head thrown back as he pounded into Zechs, breath hissing between his bared teeth with the effort and gratification of reducing his talented, brilliant pilot into this writhing adonis on his knees for Treize, the powerful and lean body of a soldier bucking under him, belonging to him completely, meeting his vicious thrusts with desperation for the pleasure that only he could provide.
"Treize," the pilot rasped, barely managing the name before a low groan tore from his throat, "Un- un- untie- AHhhh-"
The General buried a hand in Zechs' unruly hair and jerked his head back, slowing their pace to long, agonising rocking. "What?" he hissed, grazing his teeth across the tendons in the blonde's throat.
"Untie me, please," Zechs panted, his eyes heavy-lidded, head lolling slightly in Treize's grip. "I wa- unh," he degenerated into another soft grunt of bliss as Treize slammed into him roughly, enjoying the power he wielded over his lover's ability to speak. "I want t-t- to touch you, Treize, let me..."
With a dangerous, acquisitive gleam in his porcelain eyes, Treize leaned forward - jarring the writhing blonde with a deep, driving thrust - and produced the key for the shackles, freeing Zechs' reddened wrists. He slid from the sensuous embrace of Zechs' body and allowed the younger man, whimpering as he was from the loss, to roll onto his back beneath his General, his angelic face flushed and licentious, catching his breath through perfect sanguine lips that Treize instantly began to devour with his own. Zechs murmured into the older man's mouth, melting into the kiss and looping his arms around Treize's shoulders as his thighs were pushed open by strong, conquering hands and his legs were folded against his chest, their throbbing arousals rubbing together.
"Satisfied?" Treize grunted, pumping Zechs' weeping cock in his fist, smearing the blonde's precum with his thumb.
"It's never enough," Zechs moaned, thrusting up into the caress and lifting his ass enough for Treize to drive back inside him, filling him, this new angle of penetration twisting his inner walls and grinding into that sweet spot so hard Zechs would have come, screaming, right then, if not for Treize's cruel grip on the base of his erection. "OH- Oh- ohh... please, Treize- fuck-" Zechs mewled, his entire body shuddering and twisting under Treize's hard abdomen, his fingertips clawing across the General's muscled shoulders. Treize shut him up by pushing his thumb, coated with the blonde's feral essence, into Zechs' mouth, unable to stop a low groan as that devilish tongue instantly began to lap at the pearly fluid, his lips sealing around the digit and sucking eagerly, drinking his own come off Treize's skin.
They began moving together, Zechs rocking and gyrating his hips into each of Treize's powerful thrusts as the older man savaged his body with experienced lips, Zechs' fingernails ripping visible trails down Treize's back, his hard-muscled thighs squeezing the General's body against his, dragging the breath from Treize in short pants until Treize's abs were rubbing his aching cock between them and Zechs could feel his completion approaching, the white-hot coil of pleasure rapidly spreading between his legs. Shuddering, his jaw dangling open in silent ecstasy until a deep cry ripped from his throat, Zechs came, spilling his seed in a viscous coating across his taut stomach, his inner muscles clamping onto Treize's thick cock and wringing orgasm from the growling General, who shot his own fluid into the ravaged hole, filling Zechs with his essence, owning him.
They collapsed together, both panting, the sheets sticking to their sweat-soaked skin, revelling in soreness of their muscles and the aftershocks of their release, Treize's languid form blanketing his lover, Zechs's knees lowering to wrap around his General's thighs.
"Mine," Treize murmured into Zechs' skin. "Nothing else. No facades, no performances. You're here with me, now," he stroked Zechs' cheek with nimble fingertips and knew exactly what to say, "and you are worth the world."
"Ngh," Zechs agreed intelligently, nuzzling into Treize's hand as the older man ran the pad of his thumb tenderly across Zechs' raw lower lip. His lashes fluttered open, eyes darkened pools of electricity, twin comet tails blazing in a white sky as he focused on his lover's face with a small, sated smile.
"I love this expression you have after I've ravaged you," Treize hummed, sucking that puffy lip between his teeth for a gentle nibble, "You're like a whore that's finally been satisfied, a god who's found his way to nirvana..." his expert tongue lapped across the sharp point of Zechs' incisor, plundering the blonde's mouth, "and loved the taste."
As thoroughly debauched as he was, gazing up at his lover with those winter-blue bedroom eyes, Zechs managed a soft snicker, "You are a gift to a god himself, truly." Treize rewarded him with a sharp bite to his neck, pinching the tender skin enough that he hissed. "Don't leave a mark that high- uniform collar won't cover it."
"A General is free to mark his soldiers all he wishes," Treize quipped, instantly regretting it when Zechs' expression hardened into the cold guise of the pilot, erasing the luxurious glow of their lovemaking. "Forgive me, Milliard, I didn't..." He sighed, brushed his lips across the blonde's. "I was only teasing."
"You tease so often that it isn't a game, Treize, it's your normal behaviour." Zechs pushed the older man off him, dropped his feet to the floor and stood, stretching, his back to Treize, speaking curtly over his shoulder, "That was good. I have a manual to review."
Treize crossed his legs on the bed, leaning back and supporting himself on his elbows, expression inscrutable, silent. Zechs left him there, the silk of his trousers clinging like a second skin against his sweat, to dress.