(songfic based on "You're Makin' Me High" music & lyrics by Babyface/Wilson)


You're Makin' Me High


 

Zechs:
/ I'll always think of you
Inside of my private thoughts
I can imagine you
Touching my private parts
With just the thought of you 
I can't help by touch myself
That's why I want you so bad.../

The restaurant manager was a complete idiot.

They had been driving for nearly five hours, to the isolated airfield where he 
kept his own craft, only to end up grounded due to weather conditions. As good a 
pilot as Zechs was, and as urgent as Noin's request had been to join her at 
Lake Victoria's newly renovated Veteran's Club, he didn't want to risk even 
the slight possibility of trouble with Duo in the plane. So they were here, 
at the restaurant in a tiny nearby inn and the owner, having recognized the 
Duke of Sank at first sight, had asked for a photograph, a signature, and 
anything else he thought he could coax out of the young royal.

The man approached their table once again as Duo, obviously enjoying every 
minute of this spectacle, tackled his filet with a huge grin.

"He's back..." the braided boy whispered.

"Ah, sire? Er...yes...well, the gentleman at that table wondered -"

Zechs stood abruptly, towering above the older man, whose eyes were now at 
the level of the nobleman's collar.

"I'll tell you this once and only once, my good man," he hissed. "I am trying 
to enjoy a peaceful meal with my companion and if you so much as look in this 
direction before 30 minutes have passed, you will never sire children again, 
is that clear?"

The man's mouth opened and closed a few times, feebly, then he paled and tried 
not to run as he sought the safety (and sanity) of the far end of the room.

As Zechs gracefully resumed his seat, he noticed Duo grinning at him like a 
madman. He did not remark on this absurd yet somehow enticing expression. 
Rather he carefully replaced his napkin in his lap, lifted his wineglass, 
and drank deeply of the dark red liquid. Replacing the glass, Zechs looked 
up at his young companion, one white-gold eyebrow elegantly arched.

"Yes, kitten?"

"Whoa - that was just so you, Zechs! Damn, do they give you training in that 
kinda thing when you're a prince? Do your servants have to annoy you on purpose, 
just so you can practice being Mr. Cool-cat under fire?" At this point Duo had 
to break off, overcome with a fit of giggles.

"Actually, my father sent any of the servants he didn't like to me for fencing 
practice. It was an effective method for disposing of them - especially as I 
got better..." Zechs took another sip of wine.

Duo's grin disappeared. "For real, man? I was...I was just kidding."

"So was I," Zechs replied softly, gazing intently into Duo's wide violet eyes. 
"Now hurry up and eat what's on your plate. I gave the owner a few bills. We're 
waiting out the storm in her best room upstairs."

Duo smiled, a little more weakly, and went back to his food. Zechs forced his 
eyes away.

*Oh, Duo... what is this you're doing to me? I can't eat or sleep or think 
straight. Here we are, in public, and Noin needs me in Africa, and all I want 
to do is find the nearest bed, or table, or clear spot on the floor, and take 
you, right here and now...God, help me control this!...*

He lost the battle for custody of his eyes.

*Hnnnnnn......my angel, my love...let's go upstairs...now...*

Zechs shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying not to stare too greedily at 
the slender boy across from him, his food untouched on his plate. Duo seemed 
oblivious. He had devoured the filet, the garlicky potatoes, the tender baby 
carrots, and all of the bread. Now he was eyeing Zechs' uneaten veal.

"Uh, Zechs?" he ventured, his eyes hopeful, his mouth full. "Are...are you...
gonna eat that...at all?"

Without taking his eyes of the young American, Zechs lifted his plate.

"It's all yours, kitten."

*Eat all you want, my love. You'll need your strength - this storm looks like 
a long one...*

/ Just one night of
Moonlight, with you there inside me
All night
Doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby, baby, baby, baby /

The room was at the top of the inn, up under the eaves, and the landlord had 
made certain it was perfect before the Duke and his young companion finished 
their meal. The low ceiling gave the place the comfort of a burrow, hidden and 
cozy, the fire roaring in the hearth adding to the atmosphere. The bed was 
large, with a feather bolster and the softest sheets the innkeeper owned. She 
must have understood Zechs' request when he discreetly gave her the equivalent 
of a day's takings and requested the best room for himself and his friend, 
because the bed was turned down enticingly, a late summer rose on the pillow.

Duo had wandered over the the windows and opened them, something he did nearly 
everywhere he went.

*Perhaps it comes from being a terrorist,* Zechs mused, *- all that time in 
hiding must make a boy long for open spaces and fresh air.*

The boy himself was leaning out of the window, offering Zechs a maddening view. 
Chilly night air and not a little rain spilled into the room. Duo laughed and held 
his hands out the window, grabbing rain drops and hooting with delight at the 
thunder that crashed around the small valley they were in.

*Look at him - how did he manage to hold on to that? How did he stay so young 
when the war made old men of so many of us? Perhaps that's why I find him so 
irresistable - he was strong enough to keep the war from consuming him...*

/ Oooh, I get so high,
when you're around me baby
I can touch the sky - 
you make my temperature rise
You're makin' me high....
baby, baby, baby, baby /

Duo:

Zechs picked up the deep red rose from the pillow and crossed to the window, his 
mind flickering briefly and painfully to another lover, lost now, who had a 
passion for red roses. He stood behind the very damp Duo and reached his arm 
around the boy, offering the rose. Impossibly, Duo's face grew brighter as his 
slender fingers enclosed the flower. He leaned back as the tall blond wrapped 
strong arms around him and put his lips to the tender place where neck and 
shoulder met. Duo gasped softly as a shiver ran through his body, spreading 
out from the place Zechs was nuzzling.

*Ahhh...dear God...what is it with this guy? How does he know the exact place 
to start...where I'm weakest...oh, move your hands down lower...ohhhhh...yes..
.yes...press harder, c'mon...c'mon...nnnnn........Zechs...*

Duo eyes were closed, his body completely lost to the tall man's touches. Zechs held 
the braided boy tightly to him, one hand around Duo's chest, the other between his 
legs, pressing his own urgent erection against round, tight cheeks in slow rhythm. 
His breath was coming in soft moans as Duo matched his rhythm, rocking backward 
into Zechs' thrusts and then arching forward in his pressing palm.

*It's coming...faster..faster and... so...close now...so close...aaaaaaah...God...*

There was a sharp knock at the door.

"Sire? A message has come through on our radio unit for you. The caller says it's 
urgent." The landlady's voice had an edge of the surreal to the two figures frozen 
by the window.

"No, no, no!!!" Duo moaned, trying his best to keep his voice down. "No, Zechs...it 
was...I was...so...awww, shit!"

Zechs kissed his neck once more and turned, saying,"Whatever it is, I'll take care 
of it and be back...soon."

The Duke of Sank crossed to the door, pausing a moment, trying to will his trousers 
to look normal.

The landlady looked very excited at the prospect of helping such a fine young 
gentleman in what for all she knew could be matters of huge importance, and she 
quickly drew Zechs into the hall and, from the sound of it, down the stairs. The 
door closed solidly behind them.

/ Can't get my mind off you,
I think I might be obsessed
The very thought of you
makes me want to get undressed
I wanna be with you
In spite of what my heart says
I guess I want you too bad... /

"Aaaaaargh!!!" Duo's muted curse fell on the empty room with the force of the rain 
lashing the window. He hobbled painfully over to the bed and threw himself on it. 
After a moment, burying his face in the pillows and feeling sorry for himself, he 
turned over on his back. Zechs had thrown his jacket on the bed when they first 
came in, and Duo picked it up now, holding it to him and breathing in the scent 
of his lover.

*Ummmmm, that's him, that's him exactly...vanilla and rainwater...a little musk.
..ohhhhhh, damn that landlady, I want my bunny here!*

He dropped the jacket to his chest and giggled. His bunny, his Zechs-bunny - heehee 
- blond and beautiful and all his to play with...The Duke was a seasoned warrior 
who had seen and done things no 21-year-old should ever have to do; he had been loved 
and honored by his men, feared by his enemies, and, in the end, respected by the pilots 
he fought with and against.

*But he can be so soft...at the right time...with the right persuasion...one moment a 
wolf ready to eat me up, then just as easily lets me pounce on him and be Little 
Tough Guy...he's like me that way...Heero didn't really understand that...wanted 
it to be so black and white.*

A spasm of pain went through him at the thought of the boy-lover, left behind now. 
But he was detemined not to let any of that interfere with tonight.

Duo lifted the jacket to his face again and hugged it with arms and legs. He moved 
a hand along the soft, dark blue fabirc and arched his back a little when his hand 
came to rest between his legs. Fire raced up his spine. He began rubbing, back and 
forth, back and forth, trying in some strange way to put Zechs' scent on his aching 
member. His breath came faster and somehow he'd reached under the jacket and gotten 
his fly unzipped. He rubbed faster, using his own wetness to ease his hand along 
the shaft.

"Ahhhh...God...do it, Your Grace...do it, do it, do it, do it,...uhnnnnnnnn!", his 
back arched involuntarily, leaving only his shoulders and feet on the bed as he 
came, wave after wave of agonizing and blissful release. As his thrusts slowed, 
he breathed his blue-eyed lover's name...over and over...

/ All I want is 
Moonlight, with you there inside me
All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby, baby, baby, baby.../

Duo was still panting a bit as he cracked on eye open, half expecting to see some 
shy little chambermaid facevaulting at his exposed position. Then he realized that
 he was messy...very messy.

*Time for a shower, Maxwell - you outdid yourself that time. Got it all over the bed -*

His thoughts were pulled up short at the feeling he had, pushing the bedcovers aside.

They weren't bedcovers.

It was Zechs' jacket. Zechs' beautiful, immaculate, dark blue jacket.

Duo sheepishly looked around, out of the corner of his eye as if looking for anyone 
who might have happened to see him.

"Eh huh...eh huh...oooh boy...stupid Duo, stupid, stupid Duo."

He got up quickly and ran frantically around the room, looking for a suitable hiding 
place for the...used...jacket. His backpack, never far from him wherever he was, 
leaned against the door of a small wooden wardrobe in the corner. He grabbed it, 
opened the leather strap, and stuffed the jacket inside.

Safe!

As he stepped under the steamy warmth of the water, he found himself wondering 
if they had dry cleaners in Africa.

/ Oooh, I get so high,
when you're around me baby
I can touch the sky - 
you make my temperature rise
You're makin' me high....
baby, baby, baby, baby /

Warm and damp, Duo stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. 
He had managed to keep most of his braid out of the water and he loosened it now, 
chestnut silk flowing in waves around him. He looked at himself in the mirror, his 
face soft, and a little puzzled.

*What does he see in me? Am I...am I ...enough for him? I want him so much - want 
to make him happy. Geez listen to me, talking like some girl...wanna keep my man 
happy, oh yeah-*

Duo paused a moment as a little shiver of expectation ran through him. He looked 
back up at his reflection, this time addressing it directly.

"Yeah, I do. I do wanna keep 'im happy, what of it? I wanna put a smile on his 
face that won't stop 'til next Tuesday - so there! I'm not the kinda guy who 
leaves my bunny unsatisfied, uh uh. That man is gonna be sweating and moaning 
and coming back for more or my name isn't Duo Maxwell!"

He gave his image a smug look, on hand on his hip, the other shaped like a gun. 
He carelessly took a shot at the mirror before spinning his imaginary six-shooter, 
holstering it low on his toweled hip, and sashaying out of the bathroom.

Zechs
/I want to feel your heart and soul inside of me
Let's make a deal, you roll, I lick
And we can go flying into ecstasy
Oh Darlin' you and me
Light my fire, blow my flame
Take me, take me, take me away.../

The static on the ancient radio had made talking with Noin nearly impossible. He was 
catching about 5 words out of every ten, although she seemed to he him perfectly well.

"Sorry, I just can't get anything. Listen, I'm on the ground here until the storm 
lets up. As soon as it does I'll be in the air. I should make it in about 4 hours. 
Try to hold on until then. Oh," Zechs paused, his finger on the microphone, "I'm...
bringing someone along...someone I think you've met before. Duo Maxwell, one of the 
gundam pilots, from L2. Ah, I'll talk to you when we get there. Signing off."

The landlady seemed genuinely sorry for the poor quality of her equipment, but Zechs 
waved off her apologies as he walked swiftly towards the stairs and said, "You can 
make it up to me by not allowing anyone to knock on my door for the next two hours - in 
fact, I insist upon it."

The innkeeper watched the tall blond's retreating back and tried to be insulted - but 
gave up. The man issuing the orders was simply too good at it.

Zechs took the stairs two at a time, hoping Duo hadn't cooled off too much waiting 
for him. He reached the door, opened it softly, and slipped inside. He hesistated 
just inside the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim, firelit room. Duo was sitting 
on the bed, staring at the fire. His knees were drawn up, arms curled protectively 
around them. He wore nothing but his hair, like a loose, silky cloak around him. 
Looking at him, Zechs felt weak suddenly, and leaned back against the door, sighing 
heavily. The vision on the bed turned and broke into a devilish grin. Then, all in 
one graceful movement he was off of the bed and at the door, his arms wrapped tightly 
around Zechs. Without a word, Duo dragged the former OZ officer to the bed where he 
threw himself down first, pulling Zechs on top of him. Their eyes met and for a moment 
they did nothing but gaze at each other, stares probing deep, trying to get at what 
was inside. Zechs lifted a hand and began stroking Duo's hair, bending down to cover 
the boy's mouth with his own. His tongue teased Duo's lips, then teeth, until the 
long-haired boy decided that his lover had waited long enough, and parted his lips, 
leaving the blond free to explore and plunder the softness inside.

Zechs was making low humming noises, hungry little sounds, in the back of his throat. 
Without thinking, Duo responded with his own, wrapping his fists around silky blond 
hair and pulling Zechs to him as hard as he could. Somehow Zechs got his trousers 
off and the two of them rocked back and forth on the bed, bellies pressed together, 
mouths hungry, hands tangled in long, loose hair. Duo was whimpering now as they 
ground their bodies against each other, warm fluid beginning to run between them, 
making everything deliciously slippery. Zechs broke off the kiss abruptly and buried 
his face in Duo's hair.

"Aaaaahhh...yes, yes, yes, my love...my boy...ohhhhhh...let me in...let me in..
.uhhhhhh."

Duo
/ All I really want is
Moonlight, with you there inside me
All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad...
Baby, baby, baby, baby!/

Duo was frantic with longing. He lifted his legs and wrapped them tightly around 
his lover's hips, his back arching at the wonderful shock of exposure. He felt 
Zechs nudging him and he pulled him forward, wanting the tender invasion, wanting 
the fullness, the lovely agony that came with being impaled on the blond man's long 
shaft. Zechs was not one to disappoint and in seconds, he was all the way in, groaning 
at the tight sheath of Duo's body surrounding him.

Duo felt himself invaded, impaled, and as he did his body willed itself to relax, 
his large violet eyes taking on a dreamy, slightly glazed look that grew as he was 
rocked back and forth with each thrust of the tall man's hips. From far away, he 
could hear Zechs' soft moans and what must have been his own repsonding whimpers. 
Then, slowly, the wonderful feeling began - a feeling of being opened, opened so 
wide that the whole world was invading him and there was nothing he could do but 
lie back and take it. His whimpers turned to gasps as the feel of Zechs' steady 
thrusts turned him at last to liquid fire, pouring hot lifeblood out of himself, 
and finding he still wanted more.

"Aaahh, don't stop...don't...stop...aaaah!...nnnnnnn...oh...Zechs...Your Grace...
I'm yours...I'm all yours...Dear God, give it to me!"

Zechs cupped Duo's shoulders and gave a last thrust, hard and deep into his boy's 
willing body. The American could almost feel it as his lover slipped over the edge, 
falling into the slick, tight heat beneath him, pulsing into Duo, panting heavily in 
his ear, nuzzling the warm, damp skin of his neck in mindless desire. The strong 
pulses pushed at the tender spot inside of Duo, pulling him open again until he 
thought he would go mad with want. Zechs seemed to sense it and pulled back slightly, 
moving his hips in small, short thrusts, milking the sensitive gland, and bringing his 
boy another softly throbbing release.

Zechs pulled himself up on his elbows and brushed Duo's hair from his eyes. He was 
still inside the tight, smooth warmth and in no hurry to be out, especially given 
Duo's far-away, half-lidded eyes, and the small, lopsided smile on his angelic face. 
He leaned over the slender boy, and kissed him, lightly at first, then with deepening 
passion. One hand came up to cradle Duo's head, the other rubbing the tight muscles 
of his thighs.

"Oh, my love," he whispered, "have I told you that you are the most heavenly creature 
I have ever known..."

 

Zechs and Duo

/ Oooh, I get so high,
when you're around me baby
I can touch the sky - 
you make my temperature rise
You're makin' me high....
baby, baby, baby, baby /

The landlady had woken them with the news that the weather had broken and that one 
of Zechs' airfield workers had radioed that the plane was ready for takeoff at any time.

They had been dozing lightly, wrapped in each others' arms, Zechs still deep inside 
of Duo and now, feeling sleepy and relaxed, Zechs struggled to make out the time on 
the small nightstand clock. 3am - a horrible hour to leave a warm bed and head out 
into the night, but it had to be done. He kissed Duo lightly all over his face and 
neck until the sleepy boy grunted adorably and asked in a soft voice,

"You want it again? But 'm soooo sleepy...'m sleepy, bunny..." So saying the boy 
slipped his arms around Zechs'chest, burrowed into the long, blond hair, and went 
back to sleep.

Africa never had a chance. Zechs wrapped his arms carefully around the exhausted 
boy and dozed until first light.

*****

The airfield was small, with just one hangar, There were three planes housed in 
it, all belonging to the man who had been known as the Lightning Baron. The men 
who worked for him now knew of his exploits in the war, as well as the toll the 
end of the war had taken on him, and they treated him with the care and respect 
a much older man would have felt lucky to obtain. The Duke's small jet had been 
serviced and was warming up just outside the open hangar doors when the ice blue 
roadster pulled up.

A man with curly brown hair in his late 30s or early 40s was at the door in an 
instant, opening it for a surprised and slightly annoyed Duo while Zechs climbed 
out and began a visual inspection of his craft.

*Welcome, Your Grace, and," nodding at Duo, "young master, of course. I think 
you'll find everything in perfect order. Your headings are already in the flight 
system and we've checked the weather all the way through to Victoria. You may have 
a hint of turbulance crossing North Africa, but on the whole, it's excellent flying 
weather."

"Thank you, Danton. I appreciate all the work you and the men have put into this, 
and on such short notice. By the way, Mr. Maxwell will be flying her today." He 
turned vivid blue eyes on his young partner, a brief glance asking a question he 
knew the answer to already. Duo broke into a wide grin.

"Really? Oh, cool! I've always wanted to try one of these fancy little numbers - how 
fast can she go?"

Zechs walked over to Danton and attempted a soothing smile on his chief mechanic , 
who was looking at him in disbelief.

"Don't worry, Danton, the man was a gundam pilot. He knows his way around a cockpit..."

"Actually, sir, he's already in the cockpit." Danton mumbled and pointed to the long 
braid hanging out of the pilot side window.

"Well," Zechs replied, quickly recovering from the American's lack of restraint, "so 
he is - and rightly so, we can't waste anym-"

"Hey! Are you comin' or what?", a cheerful voice drawled from above them. Duo, looking 
every bit the imp, was leaning from the cockpit window, braid dangling, eyes bright 
with excitement.

Zechs and the mechanic looked at each other then the tall blond clapped the other man 
on the arm and said, "You heard the man, let's go!" He ran lightly up the plane's metal 
steps, pulled them up and disappeared with them into the plane.

He was greeted by the sight of Duo in his element, back in a cockpit, taking in ten 
different pieces of information all at once and handling them with so much ease that 
he had time to comment on everything as he went. The braided boy moved one of the 
headphones to the side and said, "We're cleared - shall we get this trip started - bunny?"
 His grin could not have been wider.

Zechs leaned over, his eyes riveted to Duo's face, his voice low and seductive.

"There is a very reliable autopilot feature on this plane - should the need arise..."

Duo stared back at the beautiful man in the co-pilot seat, his face in what he liked 
to think of as his sexy devil grin.

"Oh, I have a feeling something may come up...", he teased, his mind wandering to 
the activities of the night.

Zechs let his eyes wander smoothly over Duo's body, causing the boy to blush. A 
long, elegant finger slowly traced the outline of a boyish cheek.

"Last night...Duo...I felt things I've never felt with anyone...you are a little 
wizard - and you've cast some sort of...spell..on me. But just you wait, kitten. 
I'm working on a spell of my own - to put on you..."

Duo smiled up at his partner through long, dark lashes.

*Oh, bunny- *, he thought *what makes you think you haven't already?*

He taxied down the short runway with Zechs hand in his lap and before he knew it, 
they were up high...very, very high...

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