30 Nov 2000
DISCLAIMER: All Gundam Wing characters are property of Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Sotsu Agency, and Asahi TV. This work is not written for profit, but for entertainment purposes only.
Warnings: Later bondage, lemon, lemon, lemon, sex, NC references.
Pairings: 6x5, 6x13, 13x5, 13x6 (I order of appearance ^_~)
In the morning, Treize awoke to find his arms empty of the angel he'd clutched close during the twilight hours. /Work. He had to go do something...?/ Languidly, he rolled onto his stomach, stretching a little./The sheets are nice. Warm, soft.... silk?/ Yes, silk -- soft silk that was cool against his skin, where Wufei should have been, and teasing against his chest. "You in here, Wufei...?"
"Yeah, I'm here..." The Chinese boy's voice was languid as he came to the door of the small bathroom that adjoined the main room of the suite. His dark hair was still wet, clinging to his skin and looking even blacker against it. He wore a small towel wrapped tightly around slender hips and he smiled, thinking of the pleasure to come...
Treize pressed his face further into the cool, soft pillow, nodding. "Is there food to be had, Wufei...?" He hadn't eaten since... gods know when. More than a day, though, he was sure of that!
"Certainly," the boy said, walking into the room. "Tell me what you want and I'll call the kitchen."
"You mean there's a choice?" Treize asked, sounding suspicious. Having a choice for food was so foreign!
A soft laugh from the boy and his towel fell to the ground. He turned his back to the man in the bed and stood before a large mirror that sat atop the dresser. Running his hands through his hair, he stared seductively at Treize through the mirror. "You still don't believe me, do you? That this is different from anything you've ever known... I've told you - don't prejudge us or the house... or him." He turned smoothly around and rested his hips on the edge of the dresser.
The man before him was so beautiful, had such a presence about him, it wasn't hard to see what the master had fallen for. But this man was also a threat. Wufei had worked hard to please the master, to mold himself so that everything he did was exactly what the man desired. It had paid off splendidly, in that he was privileged now, and he did not want to lose that status - not even to a stunning man such as this. But how to proceed, when the master specifically said to take special care of him? This would be the question that would occupy his mind most of the day and, he hoped, no doubt he would find a solution by nightfall when they returned from their excursion.
Tilting his head to one side, he regarded Treize and murmured, "Now, tell me what you'd like, I'll order it, and then, while we're waiting, I can make good on that apology I promised you last night."
Long moments were spent, during which Treize racked his mind, trying to remember what he liked to eat before. /Long breakfasts with Anne... Pancakes and eggs./ He moved his mind from thinking of his associate for too long, finding it a wholly depressing idea to note upon. "Pancakes and eggs?" he requested, turning over in the bed to slowly sit up.
"Why aren't you dressed?"
Wufei gave a soft smirk as he picked up a phone. "Mornings around here are to be savored, not rushed." He gave Treize a wink and then spoke to someone at the other end of the line. "Breakfast, please - an order of pancakes and eggs and the usual for me. Thanks, Davy."
Putting the phone down, Wufei walked slowly to where Treize sat. One delicate finger ran across the man's chest. "So? Will you let me forgive you as the master wanted me to?"
His eyes narrowed sharply as they followed the path of that finger. "How does the master want you to gain forgiveness?"
Kneeling gracefully in front of the new slave, Wufei pressed a soft kiss to the man's taut belly and whispered against the warm skin, "He wants me to give you the same pleasure that you gave me yesterday... And I want to..." He lifted his head to gaze up at the older man. "Let me do my penance," he breathed, "let me suck you until you moan... Please?"
Treize seemed to calm, as he pulled back from Wufei, and pulled back the sheets before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The length of his lean, faintly golden body was marred with the things that had been done with it. "Do it."
The dark-eyed boy looked up, seeing the older man's face, an icy mask of reserve. He sat back on his heels and just regarded Treize. He hadn't gotten where he was with the master by being poor at reading people. And while Treize's manner was one of calm collectedness, the rest of him was fairly screaming.
"No..." he said at last. "You don't want it. It's supposed to be pleasurable, not an ordeal - at least not for you. Maybe at some other time. Did you want to use the shower while the food is cooking?" He got up, feeling that vague sense of disappointment again, and walked to his closet.
Eyes locked on Wufei's backside, Treize rose slowly, movements a bit stiff from sleep. He languidly stretched, not minding his own nudity. Not too much, though he wished Wufei simply weren't THERE. Watching him, keeping tabs on him, or so it felt like. At least, someone was watching him. "Is there soap in there...?"
"Yes," the boy said simply, and disappeared into the depths of the walk-in closet.
"Hmph."
The bathroom was... amazing. Probably nicer than the one that had been in Treize's apartment. A porcelain sink, with marble around it, and a beautiful mirror above it with gild inlay in the wood frame. Minutes were wasted just tracing his fingers over that beauty, before he looked over the rest of it.
There was an absolutely huge bathtub, and a shower-box beside it.
/Probably all for the 'master',/ he mused, opening up the shower and peering in. The walls were lined with soaps, shampoos... This was a chance for him to really clean up! He still felt like he had weeks and weeks of grime on his body, in his hair, even if it wasn't really there.
The water was cranked up to a near scalding heat, and he reached for a brand of shampoo that was familiar to him, pouring a generous amount into his hand before working it back through his scalp. Then he soaped up his own body, before rinsing all of that suds away.
When he stepped out of the bathroom again, he felt like a new Treize.
Wufei was already breakfasting, sipping at a bowl of strange, tan-colored soup and paging through the morning paper. He didn't look up when Treize came into the room, but addressed him around the rim of his bowl. "Before you get dressed, there's something I have to fit you with."
/Another collar...?/ But Treize was in a better mood. "All right -- what is it, dare I ask?" Getting dressed wasn't a high priority, because his grumbling stomach WANTED that food.
"Lie down on the bed, on your stomach. I'll show you."
Reluctantly, he moved to lay on the bed, propping his chin up on his arms as he stretched out. /'Roll over and spread your legs...'/ "Is this the 'Master's' orders, or some whim of yours?"
"Oh, not mine, no. This came straight from the Master." The boy smiled to himself and pulled a slender plug from one of the dresser drawers. Checking that the battery-operated unit was working, he smeared the device with a heated gel and then bent to spread the man's buttocks. "Knees up a little higher, please."
/Hell./ Treize hated being fucked, and he'd been taken so many times, torn so many times that no matter what, it hurt like hell... "Fine." A heavily huffed breath left him as he drew his knees up under him, effectively presenting his ass to Wufei.
Wufei slid in the small plug and fastened the strap around Treize's waist in a matter of a minute. "There - done," he said. "Get dressed and eat some breakfast. We're going shopping for clothes when you done."
He slid off the bed, trying to hide his semi-erection as he slid on the underwear he'd been given, then the rest of his clothes. "Why did that have to be put in...?"
"Just a small precautionary device. All new slaves get them for the first few days." Wufei smiled at his image of the beautiful man, wide open and taking it so submissively. If *he* had been the Master, he would of had Treize tied to his bed and fucked him into the mattress for days. But, he wasn't the Master, more was the pity, and so he had to be patient.
"I will warn you, it's connected to a small shock device that I control with this." He wagged a small device and then dropped it into his pocket.
"Why does it need to be connected to a shock device?" Treize asked blandly while he buttoned up the form-fitting white shirt he'd been given to wear. Black pants, white shirt, shoes that were obviously the property of some other slave -- they didn't fit right.
Wufei didn't answer.
"What're we doing today?" he asked as he sat gingerly into the other chair, picking up his fork and starting to eat. The scrambled eggs were just a little salted and peppered, making them quite tasty -- /Made with milk?/ -- and the pancakes were equally good. "
"We are getting you clothing for the most part," Wufei said, draining his little bowl. "The Master wants to see you in something that suits you better. As for the shocks," and here Wufei looked up and tried not to smile, "they'll only be used if you try to run away. Routine procedure until he's sure of you."
Treize nodded. Intelligent, yet... what made the 'master' think that desperation wouldn't allow someone to get past the pain? All he had to do was get a telephone... Already the wheels in his mind were turning. A little glint shown in his eyes, for a split second. "While we're out, can I get some shoes that actually fit?"
"Yes of course," the dark-haired boy replied. /Such a lovely game of cat-and-mouse this is... If he knew what that little device inside of him was capable of, he wouldn't be so nonchalant. Still, better to let him experience it first-hand if he's thinking of running.../ The thought cheered him up no end. The man's jaded style was beginning to grate. No matter how lovely a man was, the wrong kind of attitude could make him damned ugly. Treize was approaching that stage for Wufei. /Beginning to wonder what the Master sees in him. I'd give Mr. Personality two weeks before he's sold to someone less savory./
Breakfast passed quickly, and then Treize rose, picking up his plate. "Ah, where should I put this...?"
Wufei had been reading a small book at the table and now looked up at the man and blinked. "You just leave it," he said, wondering if it were a trick question. "The kitchen staff will clean it up while we're out."
"Oh." Treize set it back down, still looking a bit confused, a change from so roughly jaded. Everywhere else he'd been, it'd been his duty to clean up after himself -- which was why he'd taken so long in the bathroom; he hadn't left a single speck of proof of his existence in that room.
Wufei gave the older man another odd look and then led the way out of the room they shared. They went out the back way to a small service porch where a quietly-purring car waited for them, driven by an extremely attractive man.
The chauffeur was out and opening the doors for them in a heartbeat, and smiled seductively at Treize as he waited for them to enter the car.
"After you," Wufei said.
Wary, Treize smiled to the chauffer, and slid into the backseat of the smooth-running car. "This is all so strange, Wufei..."
The Chinese boy scribbled several names on a small pad of paper and handed it to the driver before closing the glass window that separated the front and back seats. "Oh?" he said, running a hand through glossy black hair, "how so?"
"It's almost like freedom," he murmured softly.
Wufei cast a sidelong glance at the man next to him. "Was you're life before really that good? We're you *really* happy?"
Treize didn't want to think too deeply on it. "I was successful -- a lawyer. And there is... was an election I was running in." He sighed heavily.
Dark eyebrows were raised. "You? A politician? What on earth would make you want to do that?"
"I enjoy politics and changing this," he shrugged slightly. "Just like I enjoyed being a lawyer." /NOT being some fucking sex-toy for depraved scum like the 'master', who's just sugar-coated scum.../ "I know the law quite well, and having been a kidnapping victim rather than having actually signed my life away, or having it signed away by a legal guardian, I am classified as an illegal slave."
Wufei smiled to himself - he liked the man's voice, liked hearing it, even if what he said was irritating. The he shrugged. "A slave is a slave," he said noncommittally. "There's really no legal or illegal in our world. Surely you've come to terms with that. How long have you been a slave?"
"Three months," he spoke, tone subdued, tired. "Three months of the same shit, over and over. My running mate used to complain about 'taking it up the ass' from the incumbent we were running against, but I don't think he could know the meaning of that until he's been where I have."
Leaning back against the side of the car, Wufei folded his arms and stared frankly at the man. "Oh come on - are you really going to say that you don't like being fucked? That you don't get hard thinking about what the Master will do to you? That you haven't come in three months because you hate it so? And what about this?" He gave one of the plug's control buttons a push and a brief, moderate vibration came from the device.
Treize gave a shiver, and his facial expression warred, for a moment, between pleasure and disgust. In the end, neutrality won over. "No, I don't like getting fucked. You take it for three months from sadistic old men and see how much YOU enjoy it, after having been completely heterosexual all your life! I've never had a penchant for being raped twice daily!" Treize snapped at Wufei.
Wufei wasn't convinced. "My Master is a brilliant judge of people and he always rejects boys or men whom he knows are strongly heterosexual. It's all supposed to be about pleasure, and he says no one could be truly pleasured against his basic nature." Another glance at the man, and Wufei found himself becoming intrigued by the glimpse into his past. "Were you married? Happily, I mean?"
"Engaged," he spoke evenly, not knowing or really caring why Wufei kept asking questions. Something ot take his mind off of it all. "Engaged quite happily. I have a... a daughter. She's seven. Was over at a friend's house when I was taken, thank god."
Wufei's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "So you're telling me that you've never in your life felt any attraction to another man?"
"No," he spoke bluntly. "None at all, or none while sober."
"Hmm... Wufei nodded his head absently. "Interesting..." He let it go at that, intent on enjoying the scenery on the drive to the shopping district. /Master, what *are* you thinking...?/
Relaxing at last, Treize rested back in his seat sighing, and trying very discreetly to not squirm. the slim plug that was within him was providing just a tingle of pleasure...
Wufei looked out the window and began planning his own outfit for his time with the Master. /Something devastatingly seductive... not too predictable. Something he can rip off of me with his bare hands./ The thought made him instantly hard and he closed his eyes, smiling softly and wishing that *he* had a plug up inside him just then. /Or even better, the Master.../
An image came to him, of shredded clothing and his legs in the air - of the Master fucking him until he screamed, and suddenly, he let out a long, low moan, back and hips arching up off the seat of the car and his hand moving to cup and then squeeze a now prominent erection. "Oh gods," he whispered, completely taken in by the fantasy.
And Wufei didn't give a damn that Treize was watching -- nay, *staring* -- at him, watching his caress himself.
"Wufei," he spoke, suddenly hoarse. He didn't seem to hear him, so he leaned forward, a hand atop the one Wufei cupped his crotch with. "You seem to be enjoying yourself..."
"Oh, yes!" the boy panted. "Why do you think we have tinted windows in this thing?" Another image - the master closing the cuffs on his ankles that had been chained to his wrists, exposing him completely, making him so vulnerable he wanted to scream - but he couldn't because the Master had gagged him as well. And now the beautiful blond was standing next to where he lay chained to the headboard of the bed, stroking heated oil on his long, thick shaft, holding it just inches from Wufei's face as he did. Then seeing him get onto the bed... knowing what he was going to do...
"Ahhn!!" The slender boy thrust his hips up suddenly, pressing down lightly on Treize's hand, sliding his own hand out from under it so that he could feel the man's warm palm through the fabric of his pants. "Gods!" he breathed, feeling everything tighten as his fantasy Master drove hard into him. "Oh GODS!!"
Treize didn't draw his hand back -- it seemed all to fascinating, and there was something, something not dirty about it, unlike all his other encounters of that sort. It made him throb, stirred his wantings to life again. Rather than draw his hand back, he squeezed, stroking a little. "Some fantasy..."
The boy was whimpering now, eyes still shut tight as the cuffs were released and he wrapped himself around his gorgeous Master, full of the man's seed and completely sated with pleasure. Treize's voice seemed to come from somewhere far away, but it didn't disturb the fantasy to reply. "Oh *yes,*" he breathed, savoring a long, deep kiss from the phantom Master. "He does it to me *every* time... uhhhnn..." A slow smile crept over his lips and his eyes remained firmly shut.
Treize drew his hand gently back, watching. /Amazing. So deeply drawn in.../ "Is he really so good?"
Wufei was relaxing against the back of the seat, eyes still closed, body trembling. "He's better."
"Hnn." A soft breath out, more than an actual word, but it seemed to fit. "You love him, then -- and I'm a threat, aren't I?"
The dark-haired boy chuckled, slowly opening his eyes and rolling his head lazily to look at Treize. "You? A threat? Hah! That's a joke! You don't like men, remember?"
He sat up a little and looked casually down at Treize's partially-erect member. "The Master doesn't go for breeders," he said, as gently as he could. He stared up into those impossibly blue eyes. "I'm guessing that he'll probably sell you pretty quickly - or give you as a gift to one of his business buddies. Sorry."
Wufei reached into a small compartment in front of his seat and pulled out a small towel. As he cleaned himself up, he continued. "That's why you ended up with the sadists, you know. Those men that had you before are straight I'd bet - just like you. Their kind like power and control and seeing other people in real physical pain. They probably had some women stashed away somewhere, too.
"But you see, that's not the Master." Wufei paused, putting himself back together, stashing the towel in a small canvas bag and then leaning back to stare up at the older man. "He's as queer as they come. I never knew there could be anyone queerer than I was until I met him. See he *appreciates* boys and men - they're like fine art to him. Precious - beautiful things to be savored. And me - all I want to be... is *his.* *Owned* by him, *possessed* by him... It's all I need, all I want. And he gives it to me..." Dark eyes bored into sapphire. "Oh *gods* does he give it to me."
/He actually enjoys it.../ That thought was an amazed one, but very possible. /Perhaps it can actually be enjoyable...?/
"And what if I could learn to like men?" he questioned at length. /Anything to not end up with the sadists again, hmm, Treize?/
The dark-haired boy studied him keenly. "He'll know," he said, somewhat cryptically. "He'll know if you're faking it. He's really good that way. And, well..." Wufei paused and looked out at the solid line of London traffic they were caught in. "Can people change like that?" he said softly. "I know before I was with the Master I wanted to change. I got beaten up badly a couple of times for being queer and I remember thinking once that I'd do almost anything to not have those feelings. But they're just *there*, you know - there's no denying them. Hell, I'd met my share of businessmen in the closet, you know the ones that end up in public restrooms waiting for a willing boy to come in? They won't admit what they want to themselves, so they spend most of their time aching for it..." His voice trailed off and the boy stared at his hands, clasped loosely between his legs.
"Yeah, I know the type," Treize responded. /The sort that find themselves having wet-dreams about their office boys. The type that has to think about that fucking calendar in his desk just to get it up for his girlfriend.../ He sighed softly, bringing a hand up to squeeze the bridge of his nose. "But... what if I don't really know? I've never had a good experience with another man."
/The Master wants him... and he wants me to help. But, if I do... and it works... ah, gods - I'm damned either way! But... it's what the Master wants.../
A decision was made, and Wufei looked out at the traffic again. "Yeah," he said softly. "I've seen your scars. I've known some people who really get off on that kind of thing - but you don't seem like the type."
He turned his head to look at Treize. "I don't know how someone as gorgeous as you could be confused, but, well - have you ever fantasized about things? I mean, obviously *I* do." He laughed softly. "What about you? Before you were taken, what did you fantasize about? What kind of stuff got you hard?"
Treize was very obviously hesitant, as he hand dropped down from his face, to rest in his lap with his other hand.
"I used to..." He faced flickered red for a minute. "Once, a friend of mine bought me a calendar for my office. It was a gag, since there was no way I could've put it up. Gorgeous, barely clad men and women hanging off of each other; their bodies had to be oiled to be so shiny... So, I kept the calendar in my desk. Between cases and briefs, sometimes I'd take it out, and look it over, imagining myself in some of those poses with all those others. It was a rush to imagine myself there, standing beside a beautiful woman, with an equally beautiful man beside me... I..." He swallowed. "I used to think of our errand boy when I was with Anne. After a long day, sometimes it was the only thing that could get me up."
Wufei, careful to keep his eyes on the back of the front seat, nodded his head as Treize finished the sentence. "Oh, I know what you're talking about. I've been there. Not with a woman, of course, but... some men - well, they want to think that they've not only raped you, but they did so well that you ended up loving it. That always called for heavy-duty fantasy." He paused for a moment, thinking of the golden Master. "I don't know about you, but it was always really tough for me. It's not very good to be in bed with someone and start shouting someone else's name, trust me. Luckily, I don't have to do that anymore - for the most part."
"For the most part...?" Treize questioned softly, not waiting for Wufei to reply-- he just wanted to show his confusion. "I did that once, when I was with Anne. I called out 'Josh'. And eventually convinced her I'd said 'gosh'." That seemed to amuse him immensely, the memory of that.
/Is he actually smiling? Hmm - maybe not, but close. Hmmm.../
Wufei winced. "Oooh - and she actually *believed* you? Amazing." He shook his head again and smiled.
"Anne... does a wonderful job of taking care of Marimeia. And she's an equally wonderful assistant. But she's also deeply delusional."
The car finally lurched forward several feet, before coming to a dead stop again. Wufei turned to look at Treize with a confused expression. "Delusional? Like she believes she's a Russian princess or something?"
"No, A different sort," Treize sighed, not wanting to tell Wufei.... but perhaps it might help. Might help anything. "She thinks I love her."
Wufei felt a wave of sadness come from the man and frowned a bit. "Ahh - *that* kind of delusional. That's a tough one to mess with when the person's nice... Is she the one you were engaged to?"
He nodded slowly, his guilt obvious. "It was... convenient for both of us, but she took it too far at times..."
"You said you had a daughter. Were you... getting married for her sake?"
"Yes. She needed a mother, after Leia died..." Treize sighed quietly. "And now she has one, but not a father."
Wufei looked over at the tall man, puzzled by his circumstances. He seemed to have had everything except for a clear idea of who he wanted sleep with. He was beautiful, powerful, and had had a loving partner. Why was he here...?
"Look - you don't have to answer this if you don't want to," Wufei said softly, "but... did your people - people on the outside - did they get a chance to get you back? Or were you just grabbed and that was it?" He made sure to move his gaze back to the seat in front of him, not wanting to invade the man's private space visually after asking such a sensitive question. He simply stared ahead, and waited for whatever Treize was willing to provide.
"Just grabbed, and that was it," Treize murmured heavily, looking over toward Wufei and his turned away gaze. it did make things a little easier... "If I could... could just get in contact with Catherine or Relena -- my partners -- I wouldn't..." He trailed off in a sigh. "At least they wouldn't think I was dead. At least Mari wouldn't think I was dead. But maybe it's better that way."
"Trust me - it is," the boy said softly. There was something amiss there - something Wufei couldn't quite identify and it bothered him. But the car had finally made its tortuous way through London's perpetual rush hour and they were pulling up to the entrance of Wufei's favorite shopping place - Harrod's.
The Master inevitably would shake his head in bemused disbelief when the bills came in. "Why don't you go to the *good* shops - the ones where they wait on you personally, and bring you tea with lemon, and have your parcel waiting at home at the end of the day? Why *Harrod's*?" At which point, Wufei would mutter something about once a plebian always a plebian and then find a good way to distract the man. It always worked.
Treize looked out the window and nodded. "Harrods. Not bad, for being off continent."
Wufei frowned at him. "Oh, great - now I'm getting it from both of you... We'll be back in three hours, Chas," he said as he pulled Treize out of the car and headed for the front doors.
Treize walked a little stiffly at first, stretching his long lean legs, before he was able to keep pace with Wufei's walk. "Wufei, what's the master's real name...?"
The dark-haired man looked over at Treize sharply. "I don't know. He's never told me, and I've never asked." There was a significant pause. "Neither should *you.*"
He knew a dangerous question when he heard one. If it was a genuine question, that would be bad enough, but at least he could give the man a warning. But if it were for other reasons... he made a point to be more on his guard.
"Why not?" Treize asked, as he stooped to pick up a coin. Mostly out of force of habit. Also because he needed to make a phone-call...
Wufei eyes were sharp and he saw the flash of silver before the man palmed it. /He's going to try to call someone. He can't be serious. Does he think I'm *stupid*?/ Casually, he put his hand in his pocket, and rested his finger lightly on the button that controlled the shock.
Treize didn't notice as he fell in step with Wufei. His eyes drifted casually about to find a pay-phone, as they neared the entrance of the building. Usually there was one just inside, before you actually entered the store. He had to call Marimeia, at least... /At least./ "Why shouldn't we know his name...? You've lived with him for how long, and you don't know...? He's just 'master'?"
"Yes," Wufei said plainly. "That's what he is, after all. What other name does he need?" Wufei was tense - ready at any moment to drop the man where he stood. "Besides - he's a very private man, and he guards that privacy like gold."
"I suppose. To each his own," Treize murmured, catching in his peripheral vision a pay-phone.
And just like that, he stopped talking, pivoted, and dashed straight at the phone, coin already pulled from his pocket.
Since he'd been expecting it, Wufei's normally speedy reflexes were lightning fast. His finger came down on the small button, and a 20 milliamp current was sent into Treize.
He crumpled just as he reached the phone, and one hand clung pitifully to the bottom lip of it as he let out a loud, ragged cry of pain, the muscles contracting and spasming all over his body.
Just as quick as it hit him, it stopped, leaving a very pained man behind, still clinging to the phone, his coin dropped onto the ground beside him, utterly forgotten, as the pain and frustration hit him.
For the first time in weeks, he was crying.
End of Chapter 2
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