Part 3

Treize captured Trowa's mouth in a kiss that was soft and pliant, undemanding, but Trowa could feel the urgency behind it. He returned it, responding to Treize's tentative explorations by thrusting his own tongue into the General's mouth. He didn't enjoy taking the initiative; it wasn't in his nature. :But I have to convince him that I want this or all of it is for nothing.:

Trowa pulled away for a moment, noted Treize's deepening breathing, the heavy-lidded gaze and smiled. "Don't worry, Treize. Don't hold back for me." He raised a hand and traced light circles on Treize's chest. "I want to know what you want."

Treize leaned into the touch, moaning deep in his throat. "I want you, my beautiful one."

"Then you shall have me." Trowa caught his sapphire gaze with his own. "You need only take me."

Treize needed no further encouragement. He captured Trowa's mouth again, exploring him with tongue and hands. Trowa massaged the General's nipples with his long-fingered hands and Treize moaned into his mouth. Trowa made a conscious effort not to hold back as Treize wrapped his hand around his member again and began pleasuring him. He gasped and moaned as waves of pleasure swept over him and through him.

Treize pulled back and looked at him, a small smile on his face, as Trowa twisted and moaned beside him.

"Now you seem to be enjoying yourself, dear one."

Trowa moaned, opening his eyes. "I am." He threw his head back and gasped again as a particularly intense wave crashed over him. "Onegai, Treize, I need... more."

"And you shall have more," Treize purred.

He pulled away for a moment, eliciting a cry from Trowa, who was surprised that he didn't even have to force that one from his lips. :He's... good. I've never felt anything like this before.: Suddenly, he envied Zechs, intensely.

"Just a moment, little one," Treize soothed him with a gentle kiss. He drew off his own uniform pants and turned back to Trowa. "Well, which do you want, dear one? Shall I draw this out, or not?"

Trowa almost begged him to draw it out. He didn't want this incredible experience to end, but he reined himself in at the last moment. :If he draws this out, I'll be exhausted. I need to exhaust *him*, not the other way around!: "Onegai, I can't stand it," he said. "Take me, Treize. Now."

Treize growled and pulled Trowa suddenly into his arms. He buried his face in Trowa's neck and bit at the soft skin there, sharply, but not painfully. "It drives me crazy to hear you say that," he whispered. "I bow to your wishes, dear one."

Trowa, half-lying in Trieze's lap, with the General's erection pressing against the small of his back, could only groan in acknowledgement.

He heard and felt Treize reach back to the drawer and feel within it, then draw out the tube of lubricant. Trowa captured the hand and kissed it gently, then took the tube. "Demo, Treize, let me do this for you."

"What do you mean, Trowa?"

Trowa sat up and opened the cap on the tube, squeezing some of the contents onto his palms. The scent of spice filled the air.

He tossed the tube onto the floor somewhere and turned to face Treize. "This is what I mean," he said quietly.

Treize groaned as Trowa used both hands to thoroughly lubricate his shaft. Trowa took a little longer than absolutely necessary, running his hands up and down and squeezing, but not quite setting up a rhythm.

When he was quite finished, he crawled up Treize's body and straddled him. The General was panting and flushed, and absolutely beautiful, despite the bright fluorescent lights. Trowa kissed him softly, lingeringly, then rolled onto his back, pulling Treize on top of him.

He'd never done this while looking at the person, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. :Treize would want this, though,: he knew with certainty. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to let his anticipation of the pain show on his face. "Do it, Treize," he said urgently. "Do it now, onegai."

He felt Treize's lips on his, then. "A moment, dear one."

Treize slid a hand under Trowa's buttocks, then slid a finger carefully inside. Trowa's eyes flew open and met the General's sympathetic smile. "T-Treize, what...?"

"Did you think I would hurt you, dear one?"

"N-No..."

Treize clucked his tongue as a second finger joined the first. "Liar, but I forgive you."

:Forgive...:

Only when Treize was able to fit a third finger inside Trowa did he pull them out and position himself at the pilot's opening. "Are you ready?"

"God, yes!" Trowa nearly cried out. At the last moment, he softened it, but the urgency was still there. His shaft was hard and aching, and the sensations of Treize's fingers deep inside him sent shudders throughout his body. The feeling of being empty, of needing to be filled, was driving him crazy. "I need you, Treize," he said softly.

Treize carefully pushed in, his slick member encountering almost no resistance. Trowa took him in with a long, deep groan that seemed to reverberate from deep within his soul. Only when Treize was firmly seated within him did he begin to thrust.

His first thrust nearly sent Trowa over the edge. He knew exactly how to do it to hit that sweet spot inside him, and Trowa had never felt it like this, without pain. :Oh God, it feels so good,: the pilot thought, almost delirious with pleasure.

Treize was moaning with each thrust, matching Trowa's cries as he hit that spot within him, over and over again. Each time Treize pounded into him, Trowa cried out, a jolt of pleasure hitting him.

"Oh, Trowa," Treize panted. "I can't hold back much longer, dear one."

"Then don't," Trowa nearly sobbed. "Come in me, Treize,"

"Not before you do," Treize said. He wrapped his arms around Trowa, pulling their bodies together as close as two people could be. Into his ear he whispered. "Come for me, Trowa."

"R-Ryoukai!" Trowa groaned without thinking. He lost all consciousness of everything, but the sensation of Treize's body against him, inside him. The pleasure was his whole world and he could feel it building, winding tightly inside him like a spring.

Then the spring broke and the pleasure exploded, rushing through his body like a brushfire and setting him ablaze. He was dimly aware of shouting something, a name, and of Treize crying out and pumping his seed deep within him.

Before the pleasure had finished shuddering through him, Treize had pulled out, turned out the lights, and curled up beside him, Trowa pillowed on his chest and his arms tightly drawn around him. He was purring deep in his throat, like a contented cat.

Trowa took a long, shuddering breath. "Arigatou, Treize, that was... incredible. I've never felt anything like that before."

"Oh, Trowa, I'm so sorry to hear that."

Trowa blinked. "What?"

The arms encircling him tightened briefly, then released. "Because it means that it's always been painful for you, and it hurts me to know that."

"I'm sorry, Treize. I shouldn't have told you."

Soft lips pressed against his forehead. "I'm honoured that you trusted me with it. With all of this."

:Trusted?: Trowa's breath caught in his throat. He forced himself to relax. "You're welcome," he said. He looked up and reached up to kiss Treize on the mouth before settling down against him again. "Go to sleep, Treize."

"Ahh, but will you be here when I wake?" Treize said playfully.

Trowa's chest tightened. "Of course," he said.

There was a period of silence while Trowa listened to Treize's breathing even out and become shallow. Just before he decided he must be asleep, Treize spoke up sleepily. "I'm sorry for asking this, dear one, but who is Quatre?"

Trowa's eyes flew open. "What?" he asked in a strangled voice.

"Only the name you called. No matter."

Trowa squeezed his eyes shut. "He's... a friend of mine. I had to leave him behind to join OZ," he said truthfully.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that you had one person who treated you well, Trowa."

"He and I never... I mean..." Trowa protested.

"It's all right, Trowa. He must have been a good friend, if he wasn't a lover."

"He was," the pilot said miserably.

"I'm glad."

Trowa waited half an hour by his own internal clock. Every second seemed like an eternity as he listened to Treize's deep, even breathing in the darkness. Finally, when he deemed it safe, he carefully disentangled himself. Treize moaned and muttered, and Trowa froze, his heart thudding in his chest, but he didn't awaken.

The pilot rose and dressed quickly, then left the bedroom and sat down at the computer. He didn't dare close the door to the bedroom, since he was afraid the sound would awaken the lightly sleeping General, so he would just have to be quiet.

He turned on the monitor and regarded the schematics on the screen, barely suppressing a gasp. The machine on the screen looked to be a Gundam! The caption at the top read: 'Tallgeese'.

:Masaka!: he thought. :Are they developing Gundams to combat us?: Quickly, he drew a diskette out of his pocket and inserted it, then downloaded the plans and associated files onto it. This would be invaluable intelligence! If OZ were able to make Gundams, everything was lost!

He was only halfway through the download when he heard the sound of a throat being softly cleared. He whirled, drawing his sidearm reflexively and pointed it dead at Treize.

The General was leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed, and looked as though he'd been watching for at least a few minutes. He was dressed again, in a T-shirt and slacks.

"Well, Trowa, just what are you doing?"

Trowa forced his hand to remain steady. There was no point in lying now, it would only look foolish. Still, he regretted the fact that he was probably either going to die, or would have to assassinate the General, which would have serious repercussions, and which had not been part of his mission. "What does it look like?" he said softly. "I'm gathering intelligence from OZ."

Treize sighed, a look of intense pain springing up in his dark eyes. "You are a Gundam pilot?"

"Yes, sir."

He passed a hand over his eyes, rubbing at them. "I suppose I'm a fool for not having seen it," he said. He seemed to be oblivious to the gun pointed at him.

Trowa remained silent. He was assaulted by conflicting emotions, but he could feel that none of it showed on his face. A cold pit of self-hatred grew within him, feeding upon itself. :So, is this what I am?: he thought.

Treize dropped his hand and raised his head. His blue eyes were like chips of ice, anger and pain vying for dominance. "You were ordered to seduce me and obtain information. Were you also ordered to kill me, Trowa?"

"No, Treize. Just obtain information by whatever means possible."

"And you determined that the most appropriate means involved seduction?"

Trowa remained silent a moment, then, "Seduction was a suggested means." He paused. "It worked, didn't it?"

Treize twitched visibly. He pursed his lips and straightened to his full height, taking a step forward as though he intended to strike Trowa. The pilot raised the lowering muzzle of his gun a notch and the General stopped, obviously seething with rage. "You..." His fist dropped to his side. "You befriended me, and slept with me, only for this?"

"Yes," Trowa whispered.

Treize turned his back to the Gundam pilot. When he spoke, his voice was soft and even. "Go. Now. If you go, and leave that disk, I will not pursue you... my friend." The last words were spoken bitterly, as though they left a sour taste in the General's mouth.

Trowa reeled. He was being offered a chance to escape? Still, something within him twisted, and the knot of self-hatred grew. :I must escape. I have seen the schematics, that is enough.:

"Treize," he began uncertainly.

"Yes, Trowa?" Treize replied without turning.

"I am... very sorry." Trowa holstered his gun. "I know that is probably not a consolation to you, but though I came here intending to lie to you, in the end..." he took a breath. "In the end, you really were my friend." He turned away and headed for the door. At the last moment, he stopped and turned. Treize hadn't moved. "Nothing I told you about myself was a lie. Thank you for taking away some of my pain, Treize." Treize flinched again and Trowa felt the self-hatred grow again. "Sayounara," he whispered.

He exited the room and headed out into the night.

Treize waited until the door clicked closed and the imagined footsteps of Trowa's passage down the hall had faded away before turning around again. He approached his desk and sank into his chair.

"I cannot hate him," he muttered bitterly. "If anything, I hate the man who ordered him to do this to me. I cannot blame Trowa."

He tapped a contact and forced his voice to remain steady as he spoke to the communications dispatcher.

"Get me Zechs Merquise in Nairobi," he said simply.

"Hai," the bored night-shift operator said, too tired to even recognize the voice of his General.

Treize squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the connection to be made. :Gomen, Milliard. I shouldn't disturb you with something so trivial, but tonight I need to hear your voice.:

:I hope Quatre knows what a treasure he possesses.:

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