It was difficult to think coherently with Treize's hands running across his chest, finding soft spots and planting kisses on them when Zechs' skin was still tingling after the light touches. He could...little by little Zechs relaxed in his arms and the kiss turned more passionate. "You are mine, beautiful angel," Treize whispered against Zechs' lips, and then he started to kiss his lover again.

Cassandra was looking at the blond man lying on the bed. Henri had helped her to bring the young immortal to this bedroom on the second floor, though her watcher had not really been at all happy that...skin. The younger man shivered, the slim body arching slightly against his touch. Treize deepened the kiss, knowing that every thought about leaving and hunting immortals had fled from Zechs' mind.

Power by CC Sequel to Revenge July, 2002 This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, Asahi TV, and Bandai Visuals, or Rysher: Panzer & Davis...be Cassandra's, and Treize could only hope that his mentor was right. He was calmer now, though still he was planning to confront Cassandra if she was responsible for what had happened with Zechs.

Methos was standing in what seemed to be the main room of Vazquez' house. It had been a real challenge to break in, but now that he was inside the house there was no trace of either immortal. It was...asleep again. "No cooking," Treize said, running a hand through Zechs' hair and watching as the azure eyes slowly closed. "Just relax and sleep all you want, beloved. I will be here when you wake."

Kiev, Natsionalny Hotel It had not been an easy task to keep the blond man calm and have him lay down and sleep. Milliard Peacecraft had been calm all the way back to the city, and he had even gotten...he stood, Vazquez' sword still in hand. He was feeling absolutely drained. If Zechs was dead... Shaking those thoughts away, Treize made his way out of the cell and started his way out of the labyrinth.

Treize's estate Treize looked at the pale blond man lying asleep in his arms. He looked so frail... and it was not something physical but emotional. Zechs had seemed to be on the brink of losing...longing in those brown depths, and there was a measure of uncertainty too. Was Duncan jealous still? Methos hoped it was not the case, because right now he had no choice but to go looking for Treize.

Revenge by CC Sequel to Starting Over October, 2001 This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, Asahi TV, and Bandai Visuals, or Rysher:... It was not fair. Duncan was suffering too. It was time to board the plane. "Let's go, Mac," he said, pulling his duffel back from the floor and placing it over his shoulder. "Angela is waiting."

He had just left Dr. Krueger at his house. They had had a long conversation about the reasons for being alive and healthy after his mobile suit had exploded in space. The good old doctor had asked...really be explained, that he would not feel disgusted with himself if he ever remembered the past. "I love you," he said, burying his face in his lover's neck. Just hold me. "I will always love you."

"This place is beautiful. I understand why you love the Earth so much." Zechs paused, looking at him with clear blue eyes. It warmed Treize's heart to see his angel like this, so relaxed. "When I was...as that Persian restaurant you told me about?" he asked, wondering why Treize was looking at him in alarm. "It is very good, yes. Ask Treize," Vladimir said, glancing at the ginger-haired man.

Vladimir had called him early in the morning, and now Zechs was waiting for the other man to come for him. They would have lunch on the other side of town, and then Zechs would go home. The doctor...want to press Zechs in any way. And Methos couldn't really blame his student. Treize must have been having enough problems explaining Zechs who Dorothy was and what her role on the war had been.