Sleeping Beauty

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by marilyn

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Written to the second story in Rosarium by Ex.

Dedicated to The Reverand Maynard and to Wystii for encouragement, beta reading, and so many things!

"Certainly, Colonel. I will be delighted to give you a hand."

With that, he stepped into the room and closed the door carefully behind him, the bolt clicking faintly as he thrust it home.

It was an office like many others at the dingy, clapped-together base. Industrial windows lined its outer wall, and with the rain pounding the minimally insulated metal roof, sluicing down the expanse of paned glass, and splattering on the bare tarmac beyond, it was small wonder that Sleeping Beauty remained undisturbed.

Sleeping Beauty, indeed. Zechs rarely saw his commanding officer and lover quite like this. Their mornings together were few enough, and necessarily early, hurried, and dark. To see Treize asleep in the light of desk lamp and storm gray sky, arrogance and control all but smoothed from his face, was an unlooked-for treat. The question was simple: since his Colonel had certainly to wake eventually, how might a Second best serve his commander?

He considered. Treize sat, as relaxed as Zechs could recall seeing him, in his large leather office chair, the only amenity in the room and only there because Lady Une had taken it upon herself to see that it was included in the Colonel's standard baggage. As great as was the friction between Zechs and the Lady, he could not fault her devotion, and he was beginning to have very specific ideas about how to benefit from the evidence of that devotion. His lover's body was cradled against the black leather, head cocked over to nestle into the crease between chair back and wing, exposing a graceful neck, and slumped a little so that broad shoulders were closely held in the curve of the chair back. Slender hips reminded him of the firm buttocks cupped by the seat, and strong thighs were spread invitingly against the chair's arms by the cross of one ankle on the other knee. The completed picture evoked a sudden wave of desire and possessiveness that made Zechs' heart pound and his breath short.

Traditionally, a sleeping beauty should be awakened with a kiss, but where to start? The sensitive spot just behind a perfect ear? Or maybe its delicate lobe. The elegant line of Beauty's jaw was wonderfully tempting, and even kissing a smooth cheek would be heaven but, in spite of distractions, that mouth, and the warm welcome waiting within, was undeniably the sweetest prize. Footfalls masked by the continuing downpour, he advanced carefully. A kiss, and then….

Goal thus in mind, he was surprised to find himself standing quite still beside his sleeping Beauty, taking no kiss, giving no caress to that familiar face. What was preventing him? Perhaps it was the appearance of that face before him, so calm and invitingly open. Not vulnerable, that adjective could not be applied to Colonel Khushrenada even in sleep, but as near as might be mistaken therefor by someone who knew him less intimately.

This would not do. Zechs willed his thoughts into another direction. If he wished a truly warm welcome when he reached his objective, he should begin to awaken Beauty before beginning the assault. Accordingly, he leaned in, brushing aside with his cheek the strands of ginger hair falling artlessly over the unlined forehead to drop an uncharacteristically chaste kiss on a temple pulse point.

Retreating slightly, he noted with satisfaction that Treize's lids began to flutter, allowing slits of bright blue to glimmer under pale red lashes, and filling Zechs with an unsettling return of the tenderness he had battled so recently. Again he paused, but only a moment, before leaning in fully, tongue gently teasing at closed lips until they parted for him. Beauty's response fired his hunger, and the hand not braced lightly against the chair was soon busy penetrating cravat, collar and shirt to reveal the sweet hollow at the base of the exposed throat.

When the kiss broke, Treize's slow, welcoming smile appeared faintly mischievous.

"Would you take your advantage to ravish me as I slept?"

"Had that been my intention, you would be far past inquiry. I am, after all, your Lightning Count. But now that I have awakened you, I will endeavor to oblige."

Zechs lunged forward, nipping at a delectable ear and pinning Treize to the chair with such forceful intent that hands so recently folded in gloved decorum over neatly arranged lapels dropped to grip the chair's arms, bracing against the onslaught. Working quickly to open coat and fly, Zechs was rewarded when the thick cock sprang free, fitting hot and hard in his waiting hand. Pumping slowly at first, he smirked as Beauty's panted breaths wafted low moans past his ear, speeding his hand and in turn increasing the wordless pleas for more. Caught thus unawares, and drowning in the intense friction of a still-gloved hand, Treize would be unable to hold out long against his knowing touch, and he did not fail to flaunt this new advantage.

"You have no chance against me," he murmured against Beauty's throat, feeling the vibrations send new shivers through the tense and straining frame. "Why fight so? Give me your passion." His mouth rose to a perfect ear, tongue flicking over the sensitive opening. "Come for me."

It was enough. Treize gasped and shuddered, his cry muffled in Zechs' shoulder as he came into the pleasuring hand. When the spasms subsided, he sank back, watching through the haze of orgasm as Zechs delicately licked thick strands of semen from a soaked glove. Still drifting, Beauty barely noticed his ravisher deftly remove both boot and trousers from one nerveless leg, then free his own untouched erection. Bright blue eyes fluttered closed once more as a strong hand under his knee slid him down in the chair, then lifted that leg over a uniformed shoulder. He groaned and writhed when a slickened, fabric-covered finger teased at his entrance, and would have thrust himself upon it had he not been securely held. When the teasing stopped his eyes flew open to meet Zechs', smiling at him tenderly, so close that white gold hair mingled with ginger. A gentle hand caressed his balls, squeezing ever so lightly before cupping them, weighing them carefully, as though they were the most precious objects in the universe. Then the sweet torment began again, and as he struggled in vain to see past his own bobbing cock to the fingers that pressed through the tiny muscled ring below, he heard Zechs' purr of approval.

"Look, love. Watch. Do you see what I am doing to you? You gave me your passion. Now watch me touch you, preparing you to receive mine."

Overwhelmed by unpracticed emotions, Beauty stilled against the delicious, unsatisfying intrusions and reached up to touch his lover's face. "Show me."

Moments passed like eons until he felt something hot and smooth and hard and far wider take the place of fingers, beginning the slow but inexorable slide into his body. Fully seated, balls to ass, his own arousal throbbing again in those knowing hands, Treize sought what anchor he could in the rough wool of his lover's jacket. He heard himself begging, but there was no help for it.

Zechs was entranced. This was what he had longed to see, though he had not known it. Head thrown back, forehead plastered with sweat-darkened tendrils, cheeks flushed and eyes half closed, mouth open and panting, this was the way he wanted Treize, what he needed to give to his Beauty. He began to move, thrusting slowly, shallowly, savoring the moans and half-growled demands that escaped between gasped breaths. As he drove deeper, quickening his pace, he, too, was soon growling, not demands but unimaginable words of love and possession, words they might both deny, later, but that both would always know had been said. Flames rose in his belly but he resisted the impending conflagration to bring on Beauty, stroking the underside of the pulsing cock roughly from balls to tip before running a cloth-coarsened thumb over its sensitive head as he pumped. When he felt Treize stiffen, then spasm uncontrollably, he gratefully surrendered to his own delayed climax, thrusting unrestrained as he spent his passion in Beauty.

"Perhaps, Colonel, I should take you unawares more often."

"You may try at any time, Lightning Count." They had cleaned up as they could, although the black leather chair was temporarily unusable. The glow of their pleasure lingered around them as they stood together quietly, but the glimpse of broad chest revealed by Treize's unrepaired shirt was clearly stirring Zechs' desire once more.

Then Treize's expression turned grave. "I fear your opportunities will soon be severely curtailed, however. I have found it necessary to have certain orders prepared…" The vidphone on the battered metal desk sprang to life. "Ah, Lady. I have been awaiting your call."

Zechs blanched to realize that while the door had been locked, the vidphone had been on automatic.

"Lieutenant Merquise's orders are ready…" Lady Une stopped short, a furious blush creeping up her cheeks as she correctly interpreted her commander's disheveled state. She lowered her eyes to the documents in question. "I will have them delivered to you in an hour's time." The vidphone image vanished.

"Let us enjoy this hour while we have it." Treize's eyes fell shut as he leaned up to kiss his Second. The act served to shake Zechs from his dire contemplation of the 'almost' and he returned the kiss, slipping his arms around Treize and pulling the familiar, lithe body against his own.

"You are my Treize, you know," and my Beauty, asleep or awake, he added silently, "and I will be back to demonstrate this to you as often as necessary."

Sapphire eyes widened in mock surprise. "Do you think I would have it another way?"