15 Apr 2001
Pairings: Treize, Zechs and Wufei puddle!
Warnings: lemon, lemon and lemon -- and angst, o' course. ^__^ Not owned by us. ^_^
"Treize, wake up! The Master's asking for you." Wufei poked and prodded at the napping man. "You really don't want to ruin his good mood by being late, do you?"
"Was...?" he muttered, peeking open an eye. "I have to *be* somewhere?!"
"No, he's going to come down *here* and visit *you*" Wufei said with no little sarcasm. "Of *course* you need to be somewhere. The Master has asked for you in particular and if you're not up there looking ravishable in," he checked the clock, "seven minutes, your session with him may not be as pleasant as the one you'd get if you were on time!"
"Oh, hell!" Treize swore, springing up from the bed and rushing over to the dresser. "Why didn't you wake me up sooner?!"
Wufei grunted and sat down on the bed to enjoy the show of Treize scrambling. "I tried - you were out cold."
"You did *not*," he accused, pulling on a thong.
"Did *so*," Wufei replied, sticking his tongue out at Treize's back. "Besides, I'm not responsible for you being everywhere on time. You need to learn to be ready whenever he wants you." /And why did he ask for *you*.../ "So don't complain to me..."
"You're delighting in it," he muttered quietly, fastening on his collar and pulling on a pair of mesh body hugging pants.
"He wants you in the video room that's to the left of his office," Wufei said with a smirk. "You've got three minutes."
"Oh, fuck," Treize gasped, deciding to give *up* on a shirt to cover the scars on his torso. He just dropped the two sweaters he'd been holding, and took off in a run.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Wufei broke into uncontrollable laugther.
Zechs was stretched out on the large sofa in the video room. This was not a business room - not at all. This was a room for pleasure and it looked the part. The walls were painted a deep red color, the wide wooden molding a dark-hued walnut. Along with the top-of-the-line video and audio equipment, there was the sofa and a large armchair, both deep and plush, and an unobtrusive coffee table that held all manner of toys and lubricants. A large bath with a small shower lay off to the side of the room as well.
Just as the clock struck, there was a ragged-sounding knock on the door of the video room.
"Come in," Zechs said in a deep, lazy voice.
Still half-out of breath, Treize nearly stumbled into the room, dropping to the kneeling position immediately. "Master."
One sleek, platinum eyebrow was raised. "Treize? Why have you come to me in this - agitated - state?" Zechs said, grazing a long finger across Treize's flushed cheek.
"I ran," he said, cutting further explaination with a ragged intake of air. "I was napping, and Wufei only just awoke me."
Zechs gave Treize's hand a pull and brought the older man down to the sofa. At the same time he stood and turned gracefully so that he was ready to straddle Treize's hips when the man landed on his back. Now he looked down his pet, eyes sultry, and moved his head side-to-side, trailing the ends of his hair across Treize's nipples. "Don't rely on Wufei for too much, dear one..." he purred. "Are you ready to watch some videos with me?"
"We're going to watch something?" Treize asked quietly, looking up at Zechs. "I can see *you* fine, and that's... perfect, master."
"Mmm, but have you ever seen yourself, Treize? *That* is also perfection..." He sat up slowly, eyes never leaving Treize's face. Tapping the remote that sat on the low coffee table he watched his pet's reaction as a view of Treize fucking Wufei came on the screen.
Eyes *wide*, and Treize's eyes were riveted to the screen. "That... looks like that?" he asked, trying to understand the play of muscle, and body against body. How could it look so... hot?
"Delightful, isn't it?" Zechs murmured. He leaned forward and tapped another button on the remote. "Now let's have some sound, shall we?" The room filled with panted breaths, soft groans and sighs, and the distinct sound of Treize thrusting into Wufei.
"You... taped it," Treize uttered, with some shock as he kept watching. "I didn't think... that anyone would want to see... Let alone that you would..."
"Why would I not want to see?" Zechs asked softly, still watching Treize. "You two are my beauties... my special pets. I love watching people have sex. It's very exciting to me. So it makes perfect sense that I would be deligthed to watch you two together." He reached out a finger again and traced it slowly along Treize's jaw. "You're both so very lovely..."
A shiver raced through Treize. "You... think that, master? Why?"
A soft, silvery laugh from the blond man and Zechs snuggled up to Treize, draping an arm around him. "I adore your body, Treize," he whispered as the action on the screen grew hotter. "Your beautiful face," he continued stroking Treize's cheek, "you're a work of art, dear one. And I am determined to make you see that..." His hand strayed down Treize's chest and brushed lightly across a stiff nipple.
"Ahh..." A softly muffled noise of pleasure from him, and he shifted, hotly, against his master. "You're the work of art..."
Zechs leaned forward and took the remote from the table. After pressing a few buttons the scene changed and now it was Treize being slowly and thoroughly fucked by Zechs. "We can look at me, too" he said, licking delicately around the inside of Treize's ear, "if you like..."
Another shiver, harder, and a soft whimper of breaht left him, still watching the screen. "You're so beautiful, master... Worth watching."
"Mmmm..." Zechs was kissing Treize's neck, grazing now and then with his teeth, and his hand had trailed down to clasp the half-hardness between his pet's legs. "Tell me something you like about my body, sweet man."
"Your - ah...." He slid an arm around Zechs, loosely, shifting his hips up minutely. "Your hair... your eyes... your legs.... You're so perfect."
"Well *thank you*, dear one," the blond said, his voice low and sultry. "Now look at the screen and tell me... what do you like about *your* body..."
At the moment, he and Zechs were going at it like dogs on the large screen, with close ups every once in awhile of Treize being penetrated. Zechs' hand gave a firm squeeze...
A hard gasp from Treize, and he instinctively clutched Zechs closer for a moment, trying to ground himself in the man's touch. "I don't like... anything, really... Too many scars and flaws, master."
"*Look* at yourself, Treize," the smooth voice became just a bit more commanding. "Do you see scars and flaws up there? Or do you see a beautiful man being owned and possessed and *fucked* because his owner finds him *beautful.*"
Fingers rubbed lightly at the mesh of Treize's pants as the blond man's lips again brushed Treize's ear. "I only choose the *best*, Treize... and I didn't make a mistake with you..."
Treize sighed shakily, trying to rock his hips up to Zechs' fingers. It didn't even look like him up there, not how he conceived himself to look, but it was undenaible, and Zechs was so gorgeous... "Ich Leibe du..."
"Ohhh, my sweet pet," Zechs whispered, kissing Treize's face as the older man watched the screen. "You are so precious to me... a lovely rose that's started to bloom."
Slowly, the mesh was torn away from the dripping member between Treize's legs and Zechs slid down to his knees. "Keep watching," he murmured, "and don't come until I tell you to." Leaning over, long hair brushing the inside of Treize's thighs, he took Treize's cock into his mouth in one, smooth motion.
"AH!" Treize's body jerked to attention with the heated cavern coming down over his pounding shaft, a hand curling into a first against the side of Zechs' neck. "Oh, Master... Master, please..."
Zechs didn't answer, as his mouth was busy with other matters, but one hand coiled around the base of Treize's shaft and the other caressed along the side of his flank. His tongue worked the long pole, swirling around it from base to top and then back down again. Noticing the satisfying twitch it gave, he grazed it lightly with his teeth and the flattened his tongue and rasped against the underside of the rim. "Mmmmm..."
That was a hard spark of too-much pleasure, and the hard shaft seemed ot jerk as much at Treize's body stiffen, a sudden, ridgid movement. "PLEASE!" And there he was, still on the screen, still being fucked so wide open by his master, all his, so possessed by Zechs that the blonde man's beauty had flowed to him, it seemed!
The blond let a few moments go by and then pulled off of the straining shaft. "Now now, Treize," he purred, "you must learn to contol it..." He smiled, pure seduction, at the older man and opened the drawer of the low table, pulling out nipple clamps, a leather cock ring, and a tube of lubricant. "The fun's just beginning, sweet man..."
"Please," Treize whimpered softly, *looking* at all those things! For him, or...? "I want your pleasure, Master...."
"I take great pleasure in making you aroused, Treize - more pleasure than you can know." Slipping in between Treize's legs, Zechs stroked the stiff member again and put the ring around it, snapping it shut with a squeeze to the older man's balls. "And when I know you're controlling yourself, waiting for my permission, well... that's just icing on the cake."
"Ohhh." A wretched whimper of pleasure shooting through the man, hips rocking upward in vain -- that ring would make it impossible to come, no matter what. "What does it feel like to possess me like you do, Master...?"
Zechs smiled and ran his hands up Treize's belly and chest, brushing taut nipples with his thumbs. "It's the most erotic feeling in the world, Treize," he breathed. "It makes me feel powerful and wanton at the same time. The sight of one of my pets, of a boy or man who willing submits to me, makes me larger than life... especially one like you, who came to me without taking pleasure in any of it, who didn't even know that pleasure like this could be felt."
/And it couldn't, Master.... not before you, and not without you!/Treize's mind was a pool of jumbled thoughts, all vying for attention, but only the registration of his body's pleasure reached the forefront. Zechs felt wanton when he fucked him? Powerful... yes, it was drugging to be lorded over the way Zechs did to him, making him bow down and *want* to bow down. But if Zechs loved that power so much, why had he ever thought to get rid of him...?
Slowly, Zechs opened the clamps and placed each on the ends of the older man's turgid nipples. Then, taking the connecting chain in his hands, he rocked backwards a little, tweaking them as he did so. "Treize... the very thought that I could open you up and force you to feel a pleasure you never knew... that has been sheer intoxication to me..."
That pain was a shock to him, and when Zechs gave the chain a gentle tug, Treize whimpered tightly. "Master... my master, that burns..." But it wasn't a bad burn -- it just flooded his mind with the sensation, and made his body feel like it was echoing it.
A hand squeezed Treize's shaft and, at the same time the clamps were tugged gently. "Look beyond the surface of that feeling, dear one... there is great pleasure to be found there. Let your mind interpret everything I do as, not painful, but rather, intensely erotic. You can feel, can't you? That little tug that sends a wave of fierce pleasure through you..." Zechs smiled at the sight of the other man, half-sitting, half-lying in the sofa, his pants torn apart so that his lovely cock pushed up through them. The blond gave a few long, slow strokes to Treize's member and tugged once more. "Can you feel it, sweet pet?"
"Uh-huh," Treize panted softly, gaze getting hazier by the moment. "When you do it that way... it burns better now..."
"Very good." Zechs murmured. He continued stroking Treize's shaft, now rock hard and dripping. and with each long, firm stroke the chain was tugged softly. "Now let's make your torture complete, shall we?" The blond man dropped the chain and reached back for the lubricant, expertly opening the tube and squeezing as large dollop onto his fingers with one hand. Then he turned back to Treize and lifted the other man's knees to rest on his shoulders. When Treize was spread out before him, he continued his stroking and pushed the fingers of his other hand against the older man's trembling entrace, rubbing at it softly. "Open yourself, Treize... your master wishes to enter..."
"Please enter," Treize whispered, eyes still drifting betwen Zechs' face, and the screen before him. He pushed back a little, trying ot get those rubbing fingers inside of him. Such a strong feeling, that rubbing and the little buzz of pressure that he felt through his hardened nipples. /Keep me, Zechs, keep me!/ "Oh, Please, master... Please, f... fuck your pet."
On hearing those words a low growl came from the blond man amd he pushed two slick fingers up inside of Treize, unerringly giving the prostate a hard rub and then quickly establishing an in-and-out rhythm, stretching the older man's passage with each press inside. Looking at Treize there, ravished and thoroughly prepared for him, made him flush and his breathing came heavier as he eased himself on the couch, kneeling.
Zechs removed his fingers and quickly nudged his cock between Treize's rounded cheeks. "Now you'll get it, pretty thing," he growled, and made a long, smooth thrust inwards.
Treize felt like he was choking on his own moan of pleasure pain as his body parted and opened for his Master, his beautiful owner. Just like was being done to him on the tape playing, more scenes of Zechs fucking him, all different positions... Another shuddery moan, and he wrapped his legs tightly around Zechs' hips, trying to draw him and his thick cock deeper in. "Zechs..."
"Uhhhhn... God you're so tight!" Zechs eyes were closed in bliss, the feeling of being buried in that hot, tight glove almost too good to bear. Just through the sounds coming from the speakers, he was able to pick up the rhythm of the act playing out on the screen and match it. Every stroke rubbed that tender spot inside of Treize and drove Zechs deeper in until his balls slapped lightly against the older man with every thrust.
"Ugh! You know so... ah, where to hit, Master," Treize whimpered, legs tigthening and slackening around Zechs' waist at random, the tight clench around him quivering spasmadically as he tried to imitate something Wufei had done to him once -- milked his cock without a hip thrust at all.
"Ohhh... *yes* sweet man..." Zechs moaned and gave a tug on the nipple clamps. To feel that fluttering, that light, rhythmic grasp along his length was pure ecstasy, driving him to push Treize's legs further apart and lean in, thrusting harder. "Now lovely pet," he growled, "I'm going to take off that strap and *you* are going to last as long as you possibly can." And with a flick of his fingers, the cock strap was gone.
Heady responsibility, to please his master and enjoy it all at once... but what was that that Zechs had told him...? That he was a vessel for his master's pleasure... but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it, too. The ginger-haired man kept his hips rocking, and kept trying to conentrate on the flutter, the fingers of one hand digging into Zechs's hard muscled back, the other tangled gently in Zechs' hair. "Please fuck me, Master..."
Now Zechs's eyes opened and he stared hotly down at the man beneath him, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. "Beautiful slave... so wonderfully obedient..." Then he leaned over, each thrust a slam into Treize's body, and caught the other man's mouth in a searing kiss.
The heat of the kiss boiled Treize's screaming of pleasure into nearly nothing but whimpered, as it got harder and harder to do anything more than tremble and clutch at Zechs with fingers legs and insides, trying to draw him nearer while his tongue tangled closer.
Zechs broke off gently and pressed kisses the corner of Treize's mouth, his cheeks, his jaw and then slid gently down to suckle the damp skin of hisneck. One hand gave a last jerk to the nipple clamps and then wrapped around the older man, cradling his head while the other went round his waist and Zechs gathered him into a tight embrace. "Ohhhh... sweet Treize..."
"Love to be possesed by you, Master," Treize breathed softly, still trying to rock his hips. "There's nothing like you... your beauty, ahh..."
"And you've done so well, my sweet pet..." Zechs breathed against that warm skin. "You're so... ohhh, so beautifully submissive..." He leaned in hard against the other man, as deep as he could get and whispered, "*Now*, Treize."
It took him only a moment to do, follow that intense order from his owner -- his cock jerked hard, spilling between their closed-pressed stomachs. Each pulse that left him felt like a wave ebbing out from his body, taking more than just seed with it. Sapphire eyes clutched tightly closed, as tight as the clamp around Zechs' thick cock.
"Ahh, *yes*!" The blond man groaned and pulled Treize to him, trying to press deeper still before his body began to shudder with a powerful release. He buried his face against Treize's neck and pumped seed into him in long, powerful spurts. "Mine," he growled, "all *mine*!!"
Limp and drained, Treize sighed, trying to cling closer to Zechs. "You claim me so well, master.... need you to own me."
Zechs continued to nuzzle, pressing open-mouthed kisses over Treize's face, neck and shoulders. "Uhhhhhn, my delicious man... you're like a drug to me... need you... have to have you... possess you. You're mine and no one else's... mmmm, heaven in your arms..."
"Keep me, master... I need you so much. It's wonderful, to be with you..." Treize sighed; deep inside of him, Zechs was softening.
The blond man raised his head and brushed heated lips against Treize's mouth, staring into sapphire eyes like drowning pools. "I have no intention," he breathed, "of *ever* letting you go..." The word sank softly into a long kiss, at once both fiery and tender.
Blissful heaven, without a damnning hell to counter it, and Treize was soaring on that single, fierce kiss, clutching Zechs so close that his arms were shaking. "Oh, Master... I want to stay here forever."
"Mmm... you *will*, dear one," Zechs murmured against his cheek. "*I* will see to that."
Zechs lets his head fall to the sofa cushion and simply gazed at Treize for several moments, lazily brushing golden brown strands out of the other man's eyes. "I hate to say it, but I have to go now..."
"Oh, no!" Treize protested softly, clinging closer for a moment, even as Zechs slid out of him. "No, please...."
Long, golden fingers traced the outline of Treize's profile, his cheeks, and chin. "Why so bereft, sweet man? Is life here so bleak for you?"
"Without you, yes," he whispered.
"Doesn't Wufei keep you entertained and busy?" Zechs asked.
"I like Wufei... but your company is so much more..." He still clung, trying to rest his head on Zechs' shoulder.
And Zechs allowed it, a strange feeling of comfort stealing over him at the warmth of the other man's body, and the tenderness of his words. /This isn't what you should be doing, Zechs... He needs to learn that his time with you is for sex, not any of this other business... Damn. That never sounded heartless before... why is beginning to now...?/
Before he could stop himself, he wrapped his arms and legs around Treize and held him, firmly. His fingers tangled in the gingery hair and he buried his face in it, drinking in the scent that only Treize had. /Marquise, you stupid sod - having favorites is one thing... this is *quite* another.../
A turn of his head, and Treize pressed soft lips to Zechs' neck, letting out a soft sigh of noise as if to show his contentment with being wrapped around Zechs, and wrapped up in the man, too. "My Master..."
/Your slave...?/ Zechs thought, arms tigthening around Treize, his entire body drunk with the feel of the man. /Dear God, Treize... your slave.../
"Ich leibe Du," Treize whispered softly, still kissing gently at Zechs' neck. "Leiber."
End of Chapter 24
(:./kumiko/velvet24)
