29 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 ^_~)
He awoke slowly, languidly and of his own free will for the second time that day. He ached, but it was the same aches he'd become accustomed to over the weeks. One wrenched shoulder, a searing pain that traveled down one leg, heart-sickness and fear. The young man who'd been sleeping so close beside him was awake and seated at the desk by the window. The color of his collar perfectly matched the loose red pants he wore and stood out against the loose white tunic that covered his upper body.
"It is good to see you've awoken," the young man at the desk said, rising smoothly to his feet. "I am Wufei. Your name?" He already knew the answer, but hearing it spoken would give him a good guess at the man's personality -- whether it was spoken with pride or distaste.
"Treize Khushrenada," came the mechanical answer, tone carefully neutral as he sat up gingerly.
A tone that Wufei didn't miss, and he gave a nod, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside the man. "Treize, this is you new home -- for however long the Master wants to keep you. I'm supposed to see to you until you've adjusted completely. You have permission to speak freely to me, also."
"Wonderful," Treize murmured dryly, or so it would have been recognised as being had Wufei paid attention to Treize's tone, rather than how he looked as he stretched, sitting up carefully and slowly.
Peering into the room through a tiny hole in the wall, Zechs sighed silently to himself. /I'll have to correct Wufei's lack of concentration later,/ he thought, and noted to himself how pleasurable it would be for the both of them. Discipline was shocking, but deliciously enjoyable for certain types of people. And when Treize was also to that point... well, that would even be more pleasurable. But right now, it was interesting to see the change from a cowering, frightened man, to the bitter, sharp man who was there now. And, if Wufei was still as good at this as he had always been, he'd test to see which was the façade, and which was closer to the real man.
The black-haired young man's expression tightened ever so slightly, for just a flickering moment, before he leaned closer to Treize.
"You're stuck here, Treize, and you'd better learn to like it. The master has chores you're to learn, something simple for just today..."
The tray he carried was heavy laden with the pot, the cup, a plate of cookies and such tempting frivolities. Wufei had dressed him in clothing tailored to his body, then told him to kneel and pleasure him. Treize had done so without physical protest, even though his mind was screaming at him to stop, to not do it, even as he let his jaw go lax and let Wufei fuck his face.
He could still taste it as he pushed open the door to the 'master's' study, just like Wufei had told him to do.
Zechs had been studying a map that was spread out on his desk. He didn't look up when the door was opened - didn't need to. Tea and cake was brought to his study every evening at this time and he'd told Wufei to have the new man bring it in. Instead of looking up, he seemed to crouch further over the large map, a small magnifying glass in one hand, peering at what seemed to be Central Europe.
After several long moments, he finally said, in a somewhat distracted air, "Put it on the small table to your right, and then sit down in the chair next to it."
The orders were followed mechanically, and Treize walked carefully, so as not to spill -- and risk getting a beating, which his torn-up back wouldn't stand just then -- to the side-table. And then he sat carefully in the heavily brocaded chair, silent. Speaking out of turn was the worst thing to do, and that one Master he'd had had made him service him every time he talked out of turn.
~"Something useful to do with your mouth."~
Reaching out a hand as he at last turned around, Zechs stroked long fingers through the silky golden-brown hair, letting them trail downwards to rest on perfect lips. He stared into the man's eyes for a long time, lips nearly brushing Treize's and then stood abruptly, took a cup of tea, and walked to stare out of a window, his back to the new slave. "Are you being treated well?"
Treize was frozen through the touching, like a beautiful statue, and he only unfroze when Zechs turned his back.
"Comparativly, sir."
"Comparitivly?" Zechs considered the word as he drank from his cup, staring out into the easy blackness of the night. Then he turned to face his new acquisition. "That's not the kind of response I like hearing. You will explain it, please."
No choice, then. "Compared to my other masters, better. Compared to freedom, worse."
Zechs almost laughed, but was able to stop himself in time. "Freedom? I hadn't realized you were taken so recently..." He was lying, of course. Before he had purchased Treize he had asked for and received every document in existance about the man, his kidnapping, and the masters who had owned him before. But the comment had been unexpected, still, and that meant he needed time to think. Lying was the easiest way to gain that valuable time. "Most of the boys or men I have don't have such thoughts anymore. I should have gotten you for less - you'll need more training than I imagined." /Oh, how delightful *that* will be.../
Treize raised tired eyes to look up at Zechs. "Please, M-master, no more 'breaking'. I can't take any more of *that*..."
Zechs' eyes narrowed, and he walked slowly, menacingly toward the chair were Treize sat. Again he ran his fingers through the man's silky hair, but this time he pulled backwards, slowly forcing Treize's head back as well. Then he leaned over and put warm lips next to one of the man's ears. His voice was low, with a tone like raw silk. "The first rule you will learn in *my* house is that *I* am the one who decides what happens to you. *You* will not tell me what you want unless I *order* you to do so, is that understood?"
/Oh, god, oh god, oh god.../ Treize was shaking with fear from the move Zechs had made -- the way he was bent back, his new 'master' could snap his neck without any effort. First day, and it was already over for him! As horrible as living was, he wasn't ready to die -- there was still hope he could get free... eventually.
"Y-yes, M-master," he spoke thickly, sapphire eyes echoing the fear that had been in them the first time Zechs had laid eyes on him.
"There's a good pet," the tall blond purred, and slowly traced the outside of Treize's ear with his tongue before releasing him and walking back towards his teacup.
"How are you and Wufei getting on?"
"Fine, sir," Treize uttered, carefully righting himself in the chair again. "He... I think he follows your orders quite well."
"Does he?" Zechs asked the question casually, a teacup in one hand the other tracing something on the map at his desk. "Now why would you say that?"
"Everything he did was very precise, sir," Treize uttered. Part of him loathed to use 'sir' on a man who was obviously younger than he was -- yet his new 'master' seemed to command that sort of respect! "From choosing my clothes, to the crash course on how to carry a tray with one hand, to how to..." He stammered there, but his last master had liked dirty talk and he wasn't sure what Zechs would prefer. "To how to pleasure him."
There was absolute silence for a moment. The blond-haired man stood motionless at his desk, finger frozen on the map. Then, slowly, he put his cup down on a nearby table and then pulled himself up to sit on top of the desk. He was facing Treize, one leg folded in front of him, the other bent and pushed out away from his body so that his crotch was fully displayed and about at the new man's eye level.
"Tell me, pet-" the low voice purred, "what exactly did he have you do?"
That shook Treize to the core -- this master enjoyed humilation. "Would you rather I told you, or showed you...?"
Zechs said nothing but stretched out one long leg and gently lifted Treize's chin with the top of his boot. "If I wanted you to show me, I would have *told* you to do so. I asked you to tell me because giving head to another pet of mine was, quite simply, *not* one of your chores. Wufei knew that as well - so I was merely trying to verify that the transgression had taken place." He let his foot drop and resumed his position, leaning back on his hands for support. "Given your attitude, I will assume that it did."
Treize let his chin drop, face flushed with embarrassment. /Raped in the mouth by another slave, just because he wanted to get off,/ Treize thought bitterly, falling silent again. He could hear the crackling of the fire-place on the other side of the room, and it served as a nice distraction for his winding thoughts.
The tall blond studied the older man for a few moments. "I know all about your other masters. I know about the beatings, and the way you were passed around, shared by those who should not have shared in you. I know about the torture..." He leaned forward a bit, one arm draped over his knee.
/My humiliation -- please, don't make me look at it any more than I already have to,/ he though, eyes focused on the floor rather than the beautiful man in front of him
"Look at me Treize," he murmured, speaking the man's name for the first time since his purchase. "You will not be beaten here. I don't hold with anyone damaging my pretty toys, and I would never think of doing so myself. There are many ways to persuade a man that don't require that kind of thing."
Treize's gaze lifted as he was instructed, eyes incredulous to those words; but there was a spark of hope, grasping and so desperately wanting those words to be pure truth.
"I like to make my pets happy, especially while they're in my bed. To that end, I find it best if there is an adjustment period, where you learn the ways of my house, and I learn, through one of my boys, the ways of you." He smiled softly at the beautiful man, then slid off the desk. Crossing the short distance between them, he took Treize's chin in his hand and claimed his mouth with a warm, deep kiss. When he broke away, he looked directly into the rich, blue eyes. "There will come a time when you and I will go to bed together and make each other's bodies sing with pleasure. I want you to know how much I'm looking forward to that time - Treize..." He straightened himself, allowing one more graze of his fingertips across the man's cheek, before turning and leaving the study.
Leaving a very stunned Treize in his wake, who assumed he'd been dismissed.
Outside the study awaited Wufei, expression a little smug as he crossed his arms over his chest, awaiting the exit of his lover and owner.
Zechs walked past the boy as if he hadn't seen him, but as he did he murmured, "In my rooms, *now,*" and kept on walking.
/Shit!/ Head down, Wufei paced after his very obviously angry master -- what had he done that was so wrong?
They reached Zechs' rooms and the long-haired blond closed and locked the door. Then he crossed to a glossy wood cabinet hung on one wall and opened it, contemplating the item inside. Around the door of the cabinet came his voice, steady, infinitely calm. "How did your first session with the new man go?"
"In... infinitely well, Master. He's good at what he knows," Wufei stammered, jittery from watching Zechs look into that cabinet -- he KNEW what was in it! /Oh, I am in so much trouble.../ "I.... Master, I had him pleasure me, and I know I wasn't supposed to, but he's so handsome, with such pretty eyes, and I-I couldn't help..." Those words of confession came out in a rush, as if it would help to tell rather than be told by Zechs what he'd done.
There was a blur of movement and a sharp crack, and Zechs stood over his favorite with a leather whip, enjoying the site of the slowly forming red stripe across the boy's chest. "Tell me, pet," he purred, "did I tell you that you could take your pleasure of him?" He smiled softly, awaiting the answer, and put down a large, beaded paddle on the table beside him.
One of Wufei's arms had drawn up, as if to protect his chest from further harm. "N-no, master!" Wufei exclaimed, near tears. "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry!"
"Sorry?" The blond took another step towards the boy. "How does 'I'm sorry' change the fact that you disobeyed me?" A flick of his wrist brought the whip down on one of the boy's shoulders. "How does, 'I'm sorry,' change the fact that you may have caused him to need more training." Another crack, this one across the boy's pretty thighs. Feeling a race of excitement at the sight of those marks, Zechs reached down and stroked a growing erection before looking back up at Wufei, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "No, my pet... there *is* no, 'I'm sorry," is there? You'll just have to be punished..." One more crack of the whip, this time against the boy's groin. "Get out of those clothes," Zechs said, his voice both hypnotic and threatening. "NOW."
A wince at every crack of that whip, more from the sound than the pain itself. It only stung a little, even at it's very worst. And he was already sliding his vest off his shoulders the soft and supple leather soothing to his skin as it fell off his arms. Then he toed off his soft-shoes and began to hurry out of his red silk pants. His master was all hot and wanting, and liable to do... GOD knew what he'd do, in a heated moment of anger and passion...
The sight of his lovely pet, naked and trembling, nearly made the tall blond moan. He kept hold of his control, though, and turned his back on Wufei, walking to a luxurious chair and tossing the whip aside before he sat down. Leaning back, he crossed his long legs, letting the foot of one dangle, tapping in the air with barely confined energy. He rested his elbow on one the chair's arms and brought a finger to his mouth, grazing it with his teeth as he stared at Wufei - a wanton, predatory look. "Come here, dear one..."
Slender feet padded quietly across the richly carpeted floor, the copper of his skin contrasting with the green pile. /He's angry, and he's going to beat me.../ The sloe-black gaze was kept averted as he knelt fluidly at Zechs' feet. "I await your word, Master."
"As you should," Zechs said, his voice like silk. He took in the lovely sight of the boy for a few moments longer, and the sat up. Taking the paddle from the table where he'd dropped it, the blond ran a finger down Wufei's cheek until it rested under the boy's chin. As he tipped it up, the master moved close to his pet, until their lips were barely touching. "So beautiful, sweet toy," he breathed against the other's mouth. "Beautiful... and too spoiled for your own good..."
"Yes, as you say, Master," Wufei uttered in response, being as obedient as he could be to the master he loved dearly.
"Lie down on my lap, lovely one. Your punishment will be brief - but meaningful..."
"Oohhhhhhh..." Wufei moaned quietly, closing his eyes as he rose gracefully to his feet, to do just as his master had told him to; even grown, Wufei was a light weight across those powerful legs. And to make it all worse, beneath his stomach, he could feel Zechs' hardness.
"Ahhh... so beautiful..." Zechs purred happily as the boy's pretty buttocks were bared to him, so warm - so close... He ran his hand over them, stroking and squeezing lightly, resisting the urge to forego the punishment and simply bury his face in that delightful flesh. They were at a perfect angle, anyway - he could hardly ignore the way they turned up, practically begging for the paddle.
Taking up that same device, he squirmed a bit, erection aching, and placed the nubby face in the center of that lovely bottom. Then he raised the paddle and brought it down hard against Wufei's skin.
When he'd first done it to Wufei, years and years ago, the boy had cried out; now he only moaned, letting tears drip loose from his eyes. "I'm sorry, Master, I'm Sorry!" The tenor voice raised in a wail; but Wufei was undeniably aroused by it all.
Two more times the paddle came down before the tall blond purred, "Are you, my love? Are you *truly* sorry?" Another hard slap and now the boy's skin was starting to turn that love peach-pink color - the color that made Zechs want to grind against those pretty cheeks and watch his shaft sink deep between them... Zechs' voice was breathy when he spoke again. "Tell me what you're sorry for..."
"I'm sorry for making the new slave suck me!" Wufei wailed, voice loud as he spoke in the aftermath of that last hard 'smack' of the knobbed paddle. "I promise I won't ever do it again!"
"That's *very* good to hear, Wufei..." Zechs panted, too excited now to continue much longer. "I'd *hate* to have to do this again..." He brought the paddle down twice more, until the boy's skin was a brilliant salmon-pink. Then he tossed the paddle aside and leaned over, blowing air on the heated skin and, at the same time, reaching under him to stroke the boy's shaft.
"Ohhhhhh..." Wufei's moaned reply was ragged, as he hitched his hips downwards, towards that hand. Teasing, and rough, but he loved his master, and his master wouldn't let him come until he said so..."Master!"
Delicate breath across hot, tender skin - and now Zechs bent to kiss those pretty buttocks. He was rather addicted to Wufei's tight little bottom. He found himself thinking of it at the most unusual times, and it never failed to bring him complete satisfaction. Never.
"Master, master!" Wufei's outcries now were pleasured, blissful.
But his own needs were growing increasingly strident, practically shouting at him to take the boy and take him *now.* So he moved his hand from Wufei's stiff member and quickly released his own. Then he turned the boy ninety degrees, so that his arms rested on the floor, his legs spread out to either side as Zechs moved forward to the edge of the chair. A perfect position, he thought to himself. And so it was, for it allowed him to spread the boy before him like a banquet and now he guided his shaft to the lovely pucker between the boy's legs, preparing to take him.
Wufei's only thought just then was how undeserving he was of the pleasure Zechs was going to give him, however indirectly. "Love you, Master..." he moaned softly, feeling that hardness nestle between his buttocks, nudging against his entrance even as he relaxed himself for the movement Zechs would make.
"You've been disobedient, Wufei. There will be no oil this time.." Even as he breathed the words, his hands encircled the boy's hips and gave a strong pull backwards, impaling Wufei on his long, hard shaft. If they'd been lubricated, he would have slid in to the hilt. Wufei had been with him so long that his lovely body knew just what to do to accommodate his master. As it was the violation was rough and hot, a delicious friction for the blond man, as he pushed the boy down for a moment and then pulled him back, going deeper in and moaning at the feel of it.
So hot and hard! Wufei cried out with each thrust, eyes closing as the tears welled up in those glassy orbs. "Sorry, sorry, m-master," he eked out, fingers digging into the carpet.
Luckily for Wufei, Zechs' shaft was beginning to provide lubrication on its own and now the tall blond slid off the chair to his knees, pushing the dark-haired boy out in front of him as he did. Eyes closed, breath ragged, he began a smooth thrusting motion with his hips. His own hands barely ghosted over the boy's rigid shaft as Zechs drove in hard, over and over again.
Zechs was taking the pleasure, rather than giving it; but wasn't that just what Wufei had done to Treize? The other man hadn't enjoyed it at all, but Wufei had, and now, with his master, he at least received residual pleasure. Body aching from it, Wufei began to push back onto Zechs, his erection going untouched, turgid and heavy between his legs.
A soft, growling noise came from the blond man as he bent forward over the boy, pistoning into him. The sight of it, that lovely bottom being skewered so thoroughly, made him feel wanton and generous, so even as his thrusts came harder, one hand closed around Wufei's weeping shaft, giving it long, smooth strokes in perfect time with his own invasions of that sweet passage.
Wufei's crying only worsened, as the pleasure raced through him; guilty pleasure. /I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it.../ "May I?" came his rasped words as his orgasm built from just Zechs' simple touch. "Master..."
A faint, panted whisper at the boy's ear, holding his own pleasure off as long as he could. "Come, Wufei."
His training had seen to it that those words would never be taken lightly; they triggered a nearly instantaneous reaction from Wufei. A shuddered gasp, then he came, spilling onto the dark green carpet in seemingly endless pulses as his body drained of semen for the second time that day. Blissful, the orgasm that made all the muscles in his body tremble and contract, making the ridges and veins of his master's cock within him all the more defined.
Zechs let out a long groan and let Wufei's muscles do the rest, milking seed from him until he thought he'd go mad, he was so sensitive. His arms slid tightly around his boy as they recovered, propped on their elbows with the blond man covering his pet like a blanket. He kissed a delicate, shell-like ear, and breathed, barely audibly, "You are forgiven."
"Thank you, master," Wufei panted softly, eyes closed. "But what about the new one...?"
"What of him, pet?" Zechs purred, moving his hips a little, just to let Wufei know he was still impaled.
That drew a soft moan, and Wufei took a moment to catch his breath. "How do I get him to forgive me, Master?"
"An eye for an eye, little one. You'll have to get down on your knees to *him* - and I'll have to watch, of course..."
"Of course, master," Wufei smiled a little. Not that it was such a terrible prospect... Not at all! "But I don't think he likes being touched."
Zechs gave one last wriggle of his hips and then pulled out abruptly. "Well, we'll just have to persuade him otherwise, won't we? Hmmm... such a mess down here, Wufei. I'll just have to clean it up, I suppose..." So saying, the master bent to his task, burying his face in the cleft of that lovely bottom, set on licking his boy *absolutely* clean.
"OH! Ma~aster..." Wufei's voice trailed off into a moan, and his hand kneaded the carpeting beneath him as the pleasure ebbed and surged anew with every flicker of that mouth and tongue. Both knew him well, inside and out, and both delighted in torturing his body with pleasure...
Working his way from inside the boy out, he blond man hummed happily as he rasped his tongue along the semen-filled passage, then out to the lovely pucker, where he lingered, giving it special attention. Truth be told this was almost an obsession with him, and there was something very powerful and controlling about holding a boy in place and eating him out, slowly, as if he were nothing but a tasty morsel for Zechs to relish. Now he was out to those tight buttocks and along with the rough cleaning, he gave them little bites and sucked at the tender skin until it bruised in his mouth.
Now it was near punishment again -- pleasure that led nowhere for Wufei, and everywhere. "Ah! Love you master... my master..."
And someday, Zechs would be doing that very thing to the new slave, and that thought sparked anger and sadness within Wufei. He'd be a cast aside toy. But for the moment he wasn't, and why not savour it...?
Zechs pronounced the boy clean and rolled him over onto his back, straddling him with a hand on either side of his head. He shook his own head softly, letting his hair spill over his shoulders to tickle Wufei's cheeks. Then he leaned down further and nipped at his pet's mouth, teasing him for a few lingering moments before claiming his lips in a deep kiss. "Mmmn... my sweet little one," he whispered breaking softly away and nuzzling the damp skin on Wufei's neck. "You're so difficult... and so beautiful."
"You're so perfect, so warm, my master," Wufei purred back, arms slipping around Zechs' neck, his hands threading through the fine strands of blonde hair. Like silk fiber, but so long and *thick*. /Just like his cock,/ Wufei thought with a blush.
"Hmm... such a shame you won't be in my bed tonight..." Zechs purred as he licked at the hollow of Wufei's throat. "But I'll be thinking of you while I'm fucking one of your less accomplished colleagues."
Nodding, Wufei sighed, holding tightly to Zechs. "What shall I do with the new one? How do you want his training to progress?"
The blond man gave Wufei one last, deep kiss, and then rolled to his side, gliding one, long finger down the boy's body. "If he's averse to touches, then you should take every opportunity to touch him - and not expect anything back. He needs to disassociate being touched with being abused. There will be no way to really make him obedient if there isn't some amount of pleasure in it for him." He leaned his head to one side and regarded his favorite. "You know how important pleasure is, don't you pet?" he murmured as his hand reached out to lightly pinch a nipple.
Sloe eyes flickered closed. "Oh, yes, Master," Wufei purred. "Pleasure is everything, and needed to get anyone to do anything." He rocked a little, up towards those deliciously pinching fingers. To look at his master, Wufei turned a little on his side, still nude, eyes regarding the beloved face. "But what shall I have him *do* tomorrow, to help train him. Tonight... I'll touch him, master. Just like you want. And I promise I won't take anything."
"We have to be very careful with his activities," the blond murmured, spreading his hand wide to tease both tender nubs before letting his fingernails trail down the boy's flat belly. "He's older than the rest of you - he won't take to humiliation like a 15-year-old would. Give him a tour of the house, but *don't* introduce him to any of the others. Then... fit him with a plug - a very small one that you can control - and take him shopping. Find something exquisite for me to tear off of him our first night..."
"A plug?" Wufei questioned, grinning a little to himself as he arched into the touch Zechs gifted him with. "And for clothing would you prefer leather, Master, or silk on him...? And did you like what I dressed him in today?"
"Yes, a plug - one of the electric types. We can't have him running away on us, can we? As for what he wore, yes it was very fitting. He has a body that shouldn't be hidden with drapery. Get a little of both kinds - I still haven't worked out what I'd like him in best." Zechs' hands skimmed the dark curls between Wufei's legs and added, "And get something wicked - for yourself..."
Wufei's eyes alit at the idea of having a remote controlled plug in the new slave -- just PUTTING it in him! "Yes, mas~ster," came the pleased purr, the elongation of the word dragged out by Zechs' talented fingers. "So.. I touch him as much as I can tonight, tour him tomorrow, and then take him out shopping? What time do you want us back by, master?"
Zechs stood, putting himself back together and stretching. "Ten o'clock - normal bedtime." He ran long fingers through a mane of pale gold hair, then turned and stared down at Wufei. He put the toe of one black leather boot over the boy's testicles and pressed down very lightly. "And do remember, Wufei - " he said in a voice like silk, "no sampling the merchandise until *I* say you can." A small increase in pressure and then he turned and left the slave there on the floor.
Smiling to himself, Wufei nodded, then headed back to the room he and Treize shared.
Treize laid in the bed, nude except for the collar he wore, awake and yet very very tired.
He was scared to sleep, in that room, not knowing when Wufei would come back, what he'd want, if the master would come in...
When the Chinese boy did arrive, he was without clothing, a very self-satisfied look on his face. Every place inside of him glowed, a sweet memory of the master that bordered on pain - a feeling he lived for.
Needing to feel just a bit more in control than the new man, he crossed to the dresser and took out black silk boxers, sliding them over his hips and smiling to himself. Tonight had been wonderful, and tomorrow would be almost more exciting than he could stand, and it all combined to make him feel deliciously wanton.
Walking over to where Treize lay on the bed, he sank to his knees and then bowed his head. "I have been told to beg your forgiveness for what I did this afternoon, it was impertinent of me and it won't happen again. However..." he raised his head and gave the man a soft, seductive stare, "because you have been violated, the master says that you are free to do the same to me. So please, I beg you... as my punishment... let me give you pleasure - in whatever way you like..."
Treize's gaze had followed Wufei around the room, Sapphire eyes heavy-lidded and conscious. "I would gain pleasure from not ever having to do that again," Treize uttered in a low voice, eyes narrowing. "But that won't happen. Just..." Hesitant, to admit his weakness. His needs.
"I cannot sleep alone."
Wufei felt a wave of mild disappointment at the man's request. He had looked forward to tasting that long shaft, of hearing the man groan with pleasure, but all he wanted, it seemed, was a sleeping companion. But, the master had been very clear on this point - Treize was to be lavished with touches and nothing was to be forced, so he bowed his head once again and rose. Crossing to the other side of the bed, the Chinese boy slid between the soft sheets and lay a slight distance from the other man.
"The master finds you very beautiful," he told Treize, "and wants to be sure you are introduced to our ways slowly, with as much comfort as we can offer. A lot of the others here are kept in the back rooms, even the new boys, but you were different. You were special..."
/'Special'. That's all I ever am. When are you going to drag me down to a cell and shove me there?/ He was just waiting to find out when the 'master' was going to tell him to kneel and suck him off, or just 'bend over and brace yourself' like his last master had said.
/But then again, he did say that he wouldn't do something like that.../ Brows drawn together, Treize only gave a soft snort in reply to what Wufei said, and shifted closer, turning on his side to pull Wufei close. /Little fallen angel.../
Slender arms wrapped around the older man's neck and Wufei rested his head on the broad chest. "You don't believe me right now. You don't believe *anything* right now... but you will see. The master is like nothing and no one you've ever been with. Try not to judge too quickly."
Wufei himself felt deliciously sated and, nice as would have been to do something more intimate with the beautiful man beside him, he was content to press a kiss to his neck and close his eyes to sleep.
End of Chapter 1
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