Masks of Glass

The knock at the door disrupted his thoughts. Placing the picture back into the drawer, he closed it and firmly turned the key in the lock before placing it into the breast pocket of his uniform. "Come in," he said in his cultured voice. The door opened slowly and he felt his breath catch, as it always did as Zechs entered the room. He was followed by Lt. Noin and Lady Une who immediately shut the door and came to stand by his side. Trieze ignored her for a brief moment as he offered a slight nod to Noin and a quick once over of his most trusted soldier. The look Zechs returned him from behind the mask was bland and almost bored. Trieze squelched what desire was beginning to form and rose to his feet. "Lady Une," he said, smiling at the woman. "What news of the Gundams?" She was a safe outlet for his attentions right now. He didn't trust himself to speak to Zechs. The braided woman tried to remain impassive but her eyes showed her apology.

"I'm sorry Mister Trieze. They managed to escape our most recent attempt to eliminate them. However, I have a new plan I would like to employ to destroy them once and for all."

"Oh? In that case, please proceed, Lady. I have great trust in your capabilities." Lady Une saluted and headed for the door. As she passed by Noin, she stopped and gave the other woman a regal look.

"I will be addressing the troops in five minutes. Come with me."

Noin looked like she had bitten into a particularly bitter piece of fruit but she saluted anyway. "Ma'am." As Lady Une opened the door and stepped into the hall, Noin turned and saluted Trieze who absently returned it, his focus once again on the silent Zechs. Noin looked at her red-clad companion and a worried look flashed in her eyes.

"Lt. Noin!" Une snapped sharply. "Time is of the essence. Do not waste it!" Noin once again bit her tongue and followed after, shutting the door on her way out. Trieze waited until he was sure that the door had fully closed before moving so he could make sure the thick wooden door was locked before he placed his back against it. He looked Zechs over again from the top of his helmeted head to his polished black boots.

"It's been a while, my friend," he murmured. Zechs didn't answer, merely turned his head to look at him, a hint of a smile playing over those luscious lips. Trieze always prided himself on self control but when it came down to it, he was only a man. He stepped up to Zechs and captured his face between his gloved palms. There was a heartbeat of indecision before Trieze firmly planted his mouth over the other man's. It was a chaste kiss, one that barely showed any hint of the smoldering passion inside. Zechs held perfectly still, letting his commanding officer do what he pleased, that mocking ghost of a smile still playing about his features. After a heartbeat of two, Trieze stepped back, dropping his hands to the broad shoulders. He studied the ice blue eyes intently for any signs of life but found none. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed *Still as distant as ever, * he thought, retreating enough to allow the other man his personal space. Replacing his elegant facade wasn't difficult and he leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm glad you have returned. There is much we need to discuss."

"Is there?" At last he spoke. Zechs' voice was deep and husky, a growl from a predator. It was the type of voice that made enemies wet themselves and women swoon with longing. Trieze reigned in the hot flash of his temper that warred with the passion still smoldering in his breast...and groin, he noted with some irritation. He adjusted his stance so that the fact he was painfully aroused wouldn't be so obvious.

"I was speaking of the Gundams, of course," the blue uniformed man said softly, dangerously. He wasn't the only predator in the room. Zechs smiled outright this time, making his friend drink cup after cup of his concealed disdain. Friends they might be, lovers on occasion, but the fact remained that they were soldiers and not given to any real feelings of warmth towards each other.

"Of course." Now it was Zechs' turn to cross the distance. He placed his hands on Trieze's shoulders, massaging the tensed muscles. "I don't like Lady Une. She's a cold-hearted bitch," he said abruptly.

"You two would go well together then, I'm sure."

Zechs' fingers stilled for a fraction of a second as he acknowledged the barb. Trieze trusted Lady Une with his life which was far more then what he granted his life-long friend. Trust was something neither of them wanted to deal with in their relationship. But Zechs had to make his point clear, if not for his former schoolmate's sake, then on behalf of the soldier she was now. "Lt. Noin is a good officer and I don't want to see her get mixed up in anything that might possibly cause her to lose her life. Lady Une strikes me as a person who doesn't care how many lives she wastes as long as she completes her plans to her satisfaction. I understand that there will be casualties in a war, but she doesn't seem to understand that good soldiers are hard to come by."
"You have feelings for this woman then?" Trieze hated the fact that he sounded so wounded. He knew that Noin and Zechs had been to military school together and had formed a close bond. But it galled him to know that while Noin and Zechs were at least friendly with each other, the tall blonde soldier chose to put up a shield when in his presence. There was a dull pain in his chest which he ignored. He forced a lazy smile and pushed past Zechs. He went to a cabinet and removed a decanter of brandy and a shot glass. He carefully poured some, noting with satisfaction that his hand didn't shake. Zechs brought out the worst in him. He had a way of slipping past all the barriers he had placed around his soul before ravaging him and leaving him empty and frayed on the inside. Right now, he felt the need to lash out. So he did. "Why don't you remove the mask, Zechs? Or should I say, Milliardo Peacecraft?"

There was a bitter silence between them as Trieze sipped the liquid in his glass, delighting how it burned the back of his throat on the way down. "Please...that name...don't." Zechs' voice was muffled and strained as he held back some strong emotion. But Trieze was relentless. As he finished his brandy, he turned to face his lieutenant.

"The Sanc Kingdom was destroyed long ago, my friend. Who would recognize you as you are now?" *Hurt him, * Trieze's inner voice whispered. *Remind him who he is. Make him swallow the pain like he makes you do. * But if he expected Zechs to remove his helmet...He shrugged to himself, setting the glass down. Of course he hadn't expected it. No one with a personality like the blond lieutenant would ever stoop to such a demand if he wasn't good and ready. That's what made dancing with the man so much fun. They were equals in every possible way.

"I think I'll wear this mask for a while more," the man said at last. "I do not hold the right to accept the name Peacecraft. My hands are too stained with blood to be a part of what was the greatest leader of pacifism this world has ever seen." For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say more but he whirled abruptly for the door. "I need to go. Lady Une will be livid now that I'm late for her little briefing."

"Just a moment, Zechs," Trieze commanded. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He saw Zechs' spine stiffen and for a moment he hated himself for what he was about to do. He settled himself on the edge of the desk, one hand outstretched for him. Zechs slowly moved in front of him, slipping his hand into his friend's warm, tight grasp. They looked at each other, their masks in place, one metal and one formed from years of tightly controlled emotions. Yet, as their lips met in a kiss, both their facades cracked, releasing the pent up passion that had been filling their bodies since their last encounter. Zechs' tongue was skilled as it swept into Trieze's mouth with ruthless abandon. This wasn't love, it was lust and they both knew it. But that's all they really wanted from each other in the end. That, and companionship. Trieze leaned back onto the desk while pulling his favored lieutenant down with him. A stack of papers tumbled to the floor. The part of Trieze that was a perfectionist groaned at the mess. The part of him that was submitting to the fire in Zechs' kiss told him to shut up.

Zechs drew back enough so he could run his tongue over Trieze's lips, taunting him. His tongue thrust in and out of his commander's mouth, mimicking gestures that would be sure to follow at this rate. Trieze, ever the gentleman, allowed himself to be baited, teased, and tormented. Eventually though, he took initiative and sucked hard on his friend's tongue, sealing them together as he they continued the thrusting/sucking motions between them. Zechs' manhood was hard against his own through their clothes and Trieze wondered how he hadn't noticed it before. One hand was pinned by his head by Zechs' weight leaning on it but the other managed to slide between the tight press of hard muscles to the button fly of their uniform pants. Zechs gave a brief moan of encouragement and adjusted his hips so that the leader of the SPECIALS could have better access. Trieze unhooked their belts and opened their flies, allowing their erections to spring free. Through unspoken consent, they never wore undergarments when there was a chance to be alone together like this. Their games eventually lead them to sex and with limited time to do it, such things were a needless obstacle. Trieze wrapped an arm around Zechs for leverage and rubbed up against him. Skin met skin. They shivered. Zechs teeth nibbled delicately on his friend's lower lip as if he were savoring a piece of candy. Their swords of flesh fenced with each other, the sensitive undersides rubbing in maddeningly slow rhythms.
Pulling the crisp black shirt from his lover's white pants, the commander of the SPECIALS slid his hand up and down the corded muscles of Zechs' back, loving the way they rippled beneath his warm skin. Zechs offered no resistance. In fact, he released Trieze's other hand so both of his could be free as well as he started undoing the decorative cravat and carefully slipping each button on his pristine blue jacket through it's hole. Before long, both men had their shirts open and hanging loose from their bodies. Both were panting slightly from excitement, their skin flushed with passion. Zechs lips moved lightly across Trieze's slightly damp cheek to his ear. "Do you want the top or should I just give you what you deserve?" he asked in dangerous, seductive tones. Trieze made a futile attempt to push the body over him away but Zechs laughed. "Don't give me that. You know you want it this way. I'm the only one who can master you. That's why you crave me so badly. You try to be so cold and formal but you can't deny that I make you burn."

"You could be courtmarshled for that remark," Trieze whispered. Zechs gave him a serious look that bordered on contempt.
"That wouldn't be very gentlemanly, now would it?" Pain flickered in the depths of his eyes for a brief moment and then he shrugged it off. "Very well. I will allow you the illusion of control. You realize that this is only because we both understand who really runs the show." Trieze gave a brief, polite nod, the type that parents use to indulge a troublesome child. If Zechs was angered by this, he didn't say anything. He began his assault by rubbing Trieze's chest with his hands. He used slow circles and paid special attention to two erect nipples. He alternated between quick flicks of his tongue followed by sharp, startling nips with his teeth that soon had Trieze's eyes closed, white gloved hands clenched into fists by his head. As the massage continued, Zechs moved lower and lower on his partner's body. Eventually he was at the top of the opened white pants that hugged his commanding officer's lean hips and thighs like a second skin. He had always loved how they outlined the taut buttocks, making the imagination go wild with every sensual step he took. Trieze had a natural grace about him that reminded Zechs of a panther, wild and full of strength yet leashed by his honor. Ice blue eyes moved over the pants for a moment, and then took them down in one motion. There, exposed, lay the sight that the blond lieutenant never tired of seeing. Trieze's good-sized manhood was erect against his firm stomach and was getting warmer every second. It was dark with blood and a clear drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip.

Zechs looked up for a moment to see his friend. Trieze's eyes fluttered up into his head, aching for a touch to ease his suffering, too proud to beg for it, too humbled by the truth in Zechs' words to issue a command. His friend *was* the only one who could master him, could make him choke on feelings no one else produced. Only he could break his carefully constructed mask of glass. Zechs touched his cheek. It caused him to open his eyes and stare up into his friend's as they looked at him form the other side of the white-painted metal helmet. Trieze answered the unspoken question with a nod of his head to show his consent. The blonde man started by gently stroking the penis with his hands. He got several moans from Trieze in return. He picked up the pace by pumping him a little bit. This elicited several more moans.

He wouldn't beg. He wouldn't give Zechs the pleasure of knowing he was correct. Instead, Trieze rested his gloved hands on the cool metal helmet and pushed enough to direct his lover's face where he needed it the most. Zechs smiled to himself as he looked at the fully erected monster before he went down on his friend. He sucked, licked, and gently bit along its length. Deep moans could now be heard from Trieze who tossed his head from side to side, hair becoming slightly mussed as a sheen of sweat made it start to cling to his scalp. The lieutenant slid his hands under his lover's hips to caress his partner's buttocks and gently stroke his balls. All the while he kept sucking faster and deeper. Every downward slide made the hot member press against the back of his throat and his rhythm was matched by the commander's hips. Trieze bit his lip, hard. He wasn't the type to scream his pleasure, especially when there were guards on the other side of the locked door who wouldn't hesitate to kick it down if they heard any unusual noises. However, Zechs heard the catch in his partner's breathing and drew back so that when the hot jet of liquid hit his tongue he wouldn't choke. Trieze's body was strung like a bow, completely tense as each wave of pleasure moved through him before finally allowing himself to relax.

Zechs raised his head, holding the mouthful of semen before kissing Trieze. The man on the desk jerked his head back when he realized what the overlaying saltiness was but his head hit the wood and allowed him no further movement. "You gave me a gift just now, sir," Zechs whispered, making his lover's lips as sticky as his own. "Are you afraid to accept a share of that gift?" A challenge. Trieze felt his gorge rise at the thought that he was tasting his own semen but he nonetheless cleaned his lips and those of his partner dutifully. The blonde smiled and ran a gloved hand through the light brown hair of his friend, smiling approvingly. After a moment's rest, Trieze took the initiative, and starting kissing his friend on the neck and all down his shoulders, moving the material still partially covering Zechs' body to the side when it got in the way. He stopped a few times to taste the soft skin. He never tired of exploring this body as if it were the first time. While he was doing this, he lightly fondled Zechs' manhood that poked through the open fly of his pants.

Trieze could feel the burning heat pressing against him as he and his partner switched positions. He kissed his friend passionately on the mouth a few more times before making short work of the white pants that matched his own so he could concentrate more on Zechs' sensitive area. He looked at the gorgeous piece of man in front of him. The lieutenant's lips were slightly parted and his breath was ragged as he waited in anticipation for what was to come. He leaned back against the desk, spreading his legs slightly, one hand gently entangling in the sweat-slicked hair of his lover to pull him forward. Trieze began by slowing licking the penis from tip to bottom. He coated the entire organ in his saliva. Zechs let his head loll back with his eyes shut, just enjoying the sensations. Trieze put the tip inside his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and into the weeping slit before he went down as far as he could go. He fought the gag reflex, relaxing his jaw and throat to swallow the eight inches of hardened maleness. A deep moan escaped from Zechs' lips. The hand in Trieze's hair tightened almost painfully as he whispered a soft curse word that was almost inaudible. The commander chuckled inwardly at the sound. He used his tongue playfully while going up and down on the other man which gave added pleasure.

The commander picked up the pace a little, and rubbed the inner thighs of his partner. Zechs groaned at the feel of those silky gloves caressing his skin and he twitched, breathing in gasping breaths. He couldn't help but lift his hips off the desk to try and immerse himself in his friend's mouth. He could feel a building sensation inside him. The pleasure was more frequent and had a greater intensity. He grunted and forced the brown-haired man to go even faster by picking up the pace with his own hips. "Oh, Trieze..." Those were the only words Zechs could muster. He jerked as the other man's teeth grazed over his penis. It was a scary sort of pleasure, one that could quickly turn into pain if his partner chose. Such an act as this required submission to a stronger power. A slight breeze was coming in through one of the windows, which felt good on his hot skin. Zechs almost whimpered when Trieze released his manhood but he was assured that even better things were to come.

Trieze took this opportunity to kiss his lover again before letting him turn around and lean over the edge of the desk. His arms cradled his head, blonde hair spilling over the red jacket to brush the taut buttocks. Trieze pulled up his pants enough to walk and circled around the desk. Opening one of the drawers, he removed a tube of lubricant that he always kept handy in case of an event such as this. He peeled off his gloves and set them on the desktop so he wouldn't get them dirty. Zechs followed his movement with his eyes until the man stepped out of his line of sight. He could feel cold lubricant being applied to the area around his anus and raised his hips urgently. Trieze massaged it in. He wanted this to be as pain free for his lover as possible. His maleness had returned to it's aroused state and he liberally coated his shaft enough so that he should have no trouble slipping into Zechs' hot enclosure. He gently spread apart the lieutenant's cheeks and positioned himself at his entrance. With one swift push he was fully inside. Zechs clenched his upper arms in a death grip and firmly shut his eyes as the feeling of being penetrated excited him beyond belief. He loved being the dominant one, but for Trieze alone he would play the bitch.
Trieze smiled. He grabbed onto Zechs' hips and started thrusting in and out. The lubricant was doing it's job nicely and was making the job considerably easier. Reaching around, he grasped Zechs' painfully hard member in his still gel-coated grip and began pumping him at the same speed. The blonde's eyes suddenly flew open as he felt the new pleasure come to him. "Trieze...," he said between grunts. "You're incredible..." The commander's own pleasure was driving him on. His rock hard member went faster and faster, hitting a spot deep within Zechs that made the lieutenant's legs turn to water and pleasure tingle through his whole body. It was mind numbing. He was dying from it. He loved it. At the same time, his friend's hand went faster, working his manhood towards the goal that lay at the end of their tunneling vision. He could feel his penis getting hotter as the pleasure began mounting. With each thrust Trieze's balls smacked against his friend's buttocks, driving him almost mad. Everything was coming to a peak, he could just feel it. "Oh God! Trieeeeeeeeze!" he managed to pant between clenched teeth.
Meanwhile, the young commander could feel the heat inside him grow. The sensation of being inside his favorite soldier was driving him wild. He was also well aware of his own member being pumped vigorously by the inner muscles that clenched hard around him, tight as the hand he held his lover with. It was clear to him that the end was near. "Zechs...It's...I'm...Nnnuuhg." His head ducked and rested against Zechs' back as he gave three final thrusts. Suddenly, he exploded inside the blonde, squeezing his friend's member, hard. This sent the man draped over the desk into the abyss as well. He shuddered and spurted a white arch against the dark wood and down his thighs. He could feel the excess of Trieze's release leaking out of him as well and knew that the pair of them must look a fright. Trieze slowly let go of the penis he held and withdrew, his cock dripping with moisture. But instead of pulling away, he lay over Zechs' back, resting his cheek on the red-clad shoulder, breathing a sigh of supreme satisfaction. The man underneath him was panting softly but his breathing gradually returned to normal. He shifted slightly and grunted as he realized the added weight was making the hard edge of the desk dig into his lower abdomen. "You're heavy," he murmured, raising his head off his arms and using one elbow to jostle his commander into moving.

Trieze reluctantly pulled away, starting to form the mask of elegance again as he looked at the mess they had made on the floor, on the desk, and on themselves. Grabbing his half-cape from the chair behind the desk, he proceeded to wipe the semen and lubricant off of himself before handing it to Zechs. The blonde accepted it gratefully and did likewise before cleaning the carpet and the desk. As he handed the garment back and began to button his pants and buckle his belt, he asked, "Won't someone mention that there are a few peculiar stains on your cloak?"

"Lady Une does my dry cleaning and she is discreet enough not to ask about what I do in my spare time. If she suspects, she keeps it to herself. After all, that is what I pay her to do." Trieze quickly balled up the cape and stuffed it into the open drawer but not before removing a brush. It amused Zechs to think that here his commander stood, exposed and mussed, and the thing that bothered him the most was his hair. In a few moments, they had managed to make themselves presentable again and the air from the open window washed away the scent of sex from the room. As the leader of the SPECIALS collected his papers off the floor and replaced them on the desk, he motioned to the door. "That will be all, Lieutenant. Please join the briefing. If the Lady has any complaints with you arriving late, please inform her, politely of course, to report to me. I will be sure to set her straight." He felt rather then saw Zechs salute him before unlocking the door and leaving. The door clicked shut behind him without so much as a word of thanks or good-bye drifting after the departed man. Trieze sat down in his seat, replaced the hair brush in the drawer, and closed it. Taking the key from his pocket, he used it to withdraw the picture from inside the desk. He set it out and looked into the ice blue eyes that no longer seemed so cold.

"Ah, Milliardo," he whispered, smiling slightly as he took in the rumpled look of the blood-red uniform, the slightly tussled hair, the open shirt and jacket that revealed a hard muscled chest. "We all wear masks. To some, they hide what we feel. But to others..." He flickered his glance at his own face looking back at him from over Zechs' shoulder. Their cheeks were pressed together and his arms were around the other man's waist. For once, his expression was friendly and open and not a little bit smug. "Sometimes I wonder if we really fool anyone at all...?"

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