17 Dec 2000
The next chapter - training.
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 ^_~)
"Come in, Wufei," he called, and went back to what he'd been doing.
The black-haired young man hated to watch what was going in from of him as he opened that door, and yet he couldn't do anything but watch the two beautiful men, locked together as Zechs so throughly groped moans from Treize. Silently, Wufei knelt beside his master, waiting to be told what to do.
"Prepare the bed, dear one," Zechs murmured to Wufei while he trailed kisses along Treize's jaw. He nodded towards a door in the far wall and bit softly at the tender flesh above the older man's jugular, all the while pressing a very stiff erection against him.
'Prepare the bed' meant to turn away and go to the bed, and make sure there were things in place to secure whichever slave it would be in place.
Treize's soft moans and pleas sounding in his ears as he walked into the ajoining room, Wufei mused over what to use on the new slave. Leather? Or something... stronger.
/Chains,/ he mused with faint maliciousness, getting down on hands and knees to get them out from under the bed and put them in place. By the time the master entered the room, Wufei would have the fur-lined manicles secured to the bed-posts, ready to hold Treize spread eagled.
At last, Zechs had had enough of the outer room. Without a word, he scooped Treize up in his arms and walked into the bedroom, lightly kicking the door closed as he did. Treize felt like heaven in his mesh and it would be damned hard to watch Wufei train the older man before allowing himself the intense pleasure of tearing the garment from his new slave's body and plundering the man until he begged for mercy.
Walking over to the large bed, Zechs laid Treize down, and kissed him until the last possible moment before he signaled Wufei to put on the chains. "Relax, sweet man..."
Treize didn't even really notice the first chain, locking onto his right wrist; only the tickle of fur. But when Wufei jerked the hand he had in Zechs' hair down to lay flat on the bed, and he heard the click, his attention was suddenly torn from Zechs.
"Wha...?" The haze was still lingering, the pleasure, as Wufei efficiantly cuffed him spread eagled, taking in the slack of his ankle cuffs only after they were locked on. "NO!"
Zechs was sitting on the bed beside him, stroking his hair. "Relax, Treize," he murmured softly. "Bondage is one of my deepest pleasures; you'll have to get used to it. That's part of your training, pet."
He pulled Wufei to him, running a hand down his back and over his buttocks as he gazed in rapt appreciation at Treize's lean body. "Oh, my... you are one of the loveliest things I've ever seen... Wouldn't you say that he was, Wufei?"
"Oh, yes... so lean -- he's nothing more than long lean lines," Wufei mused, watching Treize tense and untense his muscles in vain, trying to break free. Those pretty eyes were closed, and his breathing was hard.
"Master...?" Wufei ventured, brows furrowed as he watched Treize give a fast jerk on one of his wrists and nearly unseat it from the bed-post. "I don't beleive he takes well to this... Should I have put the leather ones on instead?"
"Let me go," he pleaded suddenly, eyes opened and looking towards Zechs and Wufei, damp from near tears. /They had assured it wouldn't be like all the other places -- I'm willing here. Why can't they just want that? Why do they have to.../ "I-I won't fight. I'm willing. Just don't do *this*. Verletzen Sie mir nicht... Du hast versprochen."
"Ja, ja," Zechs murmured, "und alles ist gut, mein schatz." He continued stroking the man's hair and face, letting warm fingers brush across the high forehead and trace the curve of Treize's forked brows. "Wufei," he said at last, reaching up to caress the dark-haired man's nipples, "explain to Treize why we enjoy the chains so much..."
"They hold you back, Treize," Wufei informed, tone withdrawn as he watched the man's body begin to shake. "You have to give yourself over completely to the master when you're chained, and then you're competely under his control."
But Treize didn't seem to be listening, as his eyes closed again. He wasn't fighting the chains any longer, just shivering with what was obviously fear.
"Wufei, he needs convincing that there is pleasure to be found for him here. Take your clothing off, sweet one, and lay down on the other side of him. I'll do the same here." Zechs rose from the bed and got out of his belt and trousers, leaving his lean hips clad in a scanty, deep red silk bikini. He approached the bed again as a predator might prey - his eyes slightly narrowed, lips parted, and breath coming heavily, every move slow and planned. Sliding onto the bed next to Treize, he leaned over him and began to place soft kisses along the underside of one chained arm.
Now Wufei was slipping away from some of his jealousy; the giving and taking of pleasure was well known to him, and enjoyable, as he stripped nude and nestled up to Treize's side, kissing the man's chest with ghost-kisses.
The muscles where Zechs' kissed tensed and released, as Treize let out a shuddery breath, still whispering in a barely audiable voice, "Please don't..."
This particular part of training was nearly always the most exciting for Zechs. To hear such a beautiful creature, crying out in protest, and the knowledge that nothing the new slave could do would change what was about to happen to him... oh, the rush from it made him reel with pleasure. It was what had started the scandal with him and Relena. Taking someone who had no choice, taking that person and making him (or her) moan for more in spite of the protest - that was the first thing that Zechs found to be wonderful about sex.
It just so happened that he and his sister had adjoining rooms in their childhood home and Zechs had done quite a bit of exploring, trying out fantasies he had on the girl. In doing so he had learned that his lovely sister was brought to the brink of orgasm when she was tied down - and that was before he even touched her. It had worked out beautifully, with Relena coming to him and begging for it, and he more than willing to take his own pleasure of her. They had spent long afternoons at their favorite game, and their parents were never the wiser.
Now those old desires were back and the blond man kissed and nipped his way up to Treize's ear while his hand began light, feathery strokes of the man's shaft. "Don't fight it, Treize," he whispered. "There's nothing you can do to stop it. We're going to do what we want with you, and we're going to make you *want* it..."
"D-do... do not hit me," he pleaded softly, shivering furious as Zechs stroked his shaft and Wufei nipped at his shoulder. "Oh, please..." He shivered, body feeling as if it all was going to crumble from simple exhuastion. /Can't.../
Zechs leaned over Treize and captured his mouth. The kiss was long and deep and when he finally broke away from his slave, Zechs backed away a bit and looked hard into Treize's eyes. "Listen to me, Treize," he said, his voice very quiet, very low, "Have you been beaten since you came here? Have we acted as if we wanted to cause you great pain? I have told you that I don't believe in beating my pets, and I meant what I said. Now it's time to do your part..."
He brushed his lips over Treize's mouth and then let them trail up to lick softly at the man's brows. /So damned beautiful.../ As his mouth reached a tender ear, Zechs gave it a slow lick and murmured, "No brutality, sweet one... no brutality. Just persuasion..."
A soft whimper left Treize, and he squirmed in vain against those chains. He'd been told that before, hadn't he? With his first master. The man with the prosthetic limb that he'd crudely attached a paring knife to, while assuring Treize it wouldn't hurt a bit. He'd wanted to believe those words so badly, even after the first cuts had been made on his upper chest, but it had been impossible by the time the man had Treize begging hoarsely to stop.
"I need to feel you," he ekked out raggedly. "Need to hold something. Can't..." It was too open, too vulnerable, and why weren't they listening to him?
"Oh, you *will* feel me, Treize," Zechs purred, nuzzling the man's neck as he trailed warm fingertips down his neck and shoulders, and further down to whisper across a broad chest. "But you need to learn to give up the control to me..." At this point Zechs rose and straddled Treize on hands and knees, silky hair curtaining them and blocking out the world for a moment. "Surrender yourself to me, completely and utterly," he said in a low voice like raw silk. "Your body is mine, and I will do what I please with it, and you..." He bent his head to capture a long, passionate kiss. "You, Treize, will learn the deep pleasure to be gained by absolute submission..."
The kiss brought some sembalance of relaxation to Treize, but he wanted to bring up his hands, hold the other man close...
"Hnnnnn." A quiet sound of displeasure as he twitched one foot. Someone was tickling his foot, and he thought he heard softly malicious laughter in a voice that sounded suspiciously like Wufei. /Just tickling...?/ He wanted to laugh, but couldn't force the noise from his lips, as he arched up to find another kiss. "Please..."
The kiss was granted, long and lush, and Zechs rubbed his long shaft softly against Treize's mesh covered one. "Wufei," he murmured against his captive's lips, bring the nipple clips here..."
"No, no!" Treize's protest at that was very loud, and he began to struggle again. "No *pain*, Please..."
The box under the bed was pulled loose, and Wufei dug about in it, finding both sets -- one with flat edges, uncovered, and another with rubber-covered tips. /Well.../ He wanted to use the metal ones, but the rubber would have to suffice.
Zechs sat up, still straddling the older man and held out a hand for the clip. "He's bit tense," he mumured in understatement, "so I'll put them on. Now Treize, you are not to speak again until I give you permission. If you feel it necessary to make sounds, you may, but no words."
Wordlessly, Wufei handed Zechs the clip.
"Nnn..." A wordless protest of that order, even though he was following it. /Stop. Just stop.../ It would hurt horribly, he knew, so why did they keep saying there wouldn't be any pain?
Expertly, Zechs adjusted the tension on each clip - a little modification of his own he'd done - and then looked down at Treize, trailing a finger down the middle of his chest, between the two rosy nipples. "Mine," he whispered, slowly grinding himself against the man below him. "Mine to tease, mine to pleasure..."
He opened the first clip and gently placed it on one trembling nipple. The clamp level was soft, just enough for Treize to know it was there, like a light pinch with fingers. Then the second was placed and a gleaming silver chain hung on Treize's creamy skin between the two bound nubs. Taking hold of the chain, Zechs began rocking on top of Trieze's crotch and, after that was begun, pulling gently on the chain. Even now he could see the nipples stiffen, against Treize's will.
"You see, beautiful man? You protest, you fight, and yet, your body reacts, seeking out the pleasure..."
Moaning softly, Treize gave a shakey nod -- yes, Zechs was making his want it, making his body arch up into that gentle tug, the slow rocking. "No pain," he whispered hoarsely, still trying to get more of that touch. "I... trust you, so please..." /Don't./
"You're not to talk," came Wufei's reminder, tone flat.
"Yes, indeed, Treize - Wufei? Get one of the stimulators out and use it when he breaks the rules." The stimulators were a collection of what amounted to human cattle prods, delivering a mild electric shock, usually to the soles of the feet, when a slave disobeyed.
"More, Treize... your body wants more..." Zechs adjusted the tension on the clips again, making the pinch just a bit more forceful, fighting back the urge to take them off and feast on the lovely nubs they'd produced. Instead, he moved down a bit and began kissing the lean, flat belly of his slave.
That stomach heaved with breathing as Treize tried to control himself. He liked having control over situations, liked being able to touch back -- not this, not this at all, for all the pleasure that it provided. A hitched breath left him, and he moaned again, the pleasured sound hiding a soft sob. /Stop, stop, I *don't* like this!/
Wufei returned to Zechs' side, holding the two little pads that had everything included in them, batteries and all.
"Too tense, Treize..." Zechs murmured against the skin of his belly. He moved up again, once again secreting them behind the curtain of his hair. "Relax, dear one... I wish only to give you pleasure." His voice was low and smoky-sounding as he gave light, open-mouthed kisses to the man beneath him. "But you must trust me, and be open to it. This is something new to you and new things are often hard to accept. But give yourself up to it... give your body to me, utterly, and you will learn of a new pleasure that you have never known about."
Sliding back down again, Zechs turned his head side-to-side, brushing pale silk against Treize's shaft before lifting a finger to the mesh and tearing it slowly open, so that the swollen sex could push up through it. He grapsed it and wrapped it up completely, holding it there, his only movement a gentle stroke of the heavy ball sac as looked up the length of Treize's body to his face. "There are many paths to pleasure, sweet man, and this evening I'm taking you down one of those paths... so stop fighting it, and see where the path takes you..."
Another quiet groan, and Treize hitched his hips up. /Please move, please move.../ He was fast aprroaching byond thought, and crossed that line when someone -- black hair, just a blurr, Wufei? -- tugged teh chain between his nipples.
"I beleive he likes this, Master," Wufei murmured. Zechs smiled, looking very happy with their progress.
"Well he certainly *seems* to, dear one... Perhaps you would like to use him first... Treize?" Zechs rolled smoothly to one side and whispered into the older man's ear. "Wufei is going to have his way with you... this is an exercise in how long you can last without coming... and in your obedience, of course. I will watch from the end of the bed."
Saying that, he stood and pulled a chair near the foot of the bed and sat, propping his legs up on the bed itself. He gave a caress to Wufei's bottom and a long, lingering kiss, and then Wufei climbed atop the chained man. He placed his head on Treize's chest, leaving his ass exposed for Zechs's fingers, which the master had lubricated and now slid in.
"Ohhhh... Master... deeper," the dark-haired man moaned, "deeper... ah, God!" Then, reaching around Wufei, Zechs slid a lubricated hand up Treize's shaft, then down again several times.
When his pets were prepared to his satisfaction, he wiped the rest of the lubrication on himself and sat back, to watch.
Treize relaxed a little as he realised that it would be just like the morning had been. "Am..." he cleared his raw-feeling throat. "May I push up to him?"
"I'll let Wufei decide on that one... what do you think, pet?"
Dark eyes regarded Treize's face for a moment. "When I tell him he can - but not before." As he said the words, he brought himself up, hands on either side of Trieze's head, and the began to lower himself onto Treize's shaft.
For a moment, he simply wedged it between his cheeks and rocked back and forth, so that the tip rubbed against his entrance. /Damn! This feel *so* good! And the Master watching... so close.../
Zechs was indeed watching, very closely from his place at the end of the bed. His favorite pet certainly knew exactly how to please him. He took a deep ragged breath and licked his lips...
And there wasn't a thing that Treize could do -- only shift his hips minutely, shivering with feelings that were too intense. The adrenaline of pure fear, the shudders of pleasure, and the strength of anger. Pleasure would come of that night, but he would *never* let himself be chained down again.
Even if he had to fight. But that thought wasn't fully formed, caught in his mind as a moan left his lips.
"Please..."
Zechs squirmed in his chair, a sultry smile on his lips, staring at the place where one of his slaves was nearly entering another. Voyeurism had always been one of his greatest pleasures, begun early when he had watched his sister in her room without her knowing that he did. He gave his shaft a long, firm stroke and beat back the urges he felt to lunge at the two of them.
"Uhhhn... may I please, Master?" Wufei murmured.
/Always the perfect submissive... my sweet Wufei.../ "Take your pleasure of him, dear one..."
Eyes slitted open only enough to look down the sharp lines of his body, Treize watched as Wufei lowered himself slowly onto his throbbing cock. Firm buttocks seemed to hug the thickness before it slid into the clenching heat that was Wufei. "Ohhh.... Gut." A breathy moan as he shifted his hips a little, only flicking the inch insode his body.
A sharp tug on the chain between his nipples and Wufei's voice came at him soft but stern. "Don't move, Treize. I haven't give you permission yet." Letting the chain slide loose again, the dark-haired man pushed himself down onto the shaft, impaling himself in one, smooth movement. As he did, he gave a long, throaty moan and let his head drop back, spilling black silk across his shoulderblades.
There was a sharp intake of breath from Zechs, who knew he couldn't wait for much longer, especially knowing what he planned to do...
Treize cried out at the too intense pleasure of that down-stroke, hands clenching into fists as he struggled to not move up -- how to block instinct, though? "Please, please...Gott!"
The sound of his cries proved too much for Zechs, who crawled up onto the bed, eyes gleaming like a stalking cat's. Deftly, he released the cuffs on Treize's legs. "Keep him still Wufei," he whispered, grazing his favorite's shoulder with his lips as he came up behind him. "Let's enjoy him together, shall we?"
/Together?!/ came the panicked thought. /Oh no... I can't stand that much.../
"Ohhh, yes, Master..." Wufei drawled, far gone in pleasure and rocking back and forth. Zechs eased up until he was just behind Wufei and as he did he grasped Treize's ankles and lifted them up. It pushed Wufei forward a bit, and that let Zechs move in against the chained man. Now Wufei was fucking himself with his knees just beyond Treize's hips and Zechs was holding his legs wide open, positioning a lubricated shaft at his entrance.
A soft whimper left the man, the sound pleading as he made himself relax his entrance, ready to take Zechs in. "Master... Mein..." He felt the long thickness nestle agaisnt his entrance, pressing lightly. "Slowly, please, I won't be able to..." /Last. It's too much!/
"Hush, Treize," Zechs's voice was rich and deep. "Wufei, tell him how..."
Wufei's eyes, dark as a moonless night, opened slowly and he looked down at the man chained beneath him. For a moment, he stopped rocking and everything was stillness. "Treize - you have to focus on the way your body feels and tell yourself it will stay that way until you are allowed to move, allowed to come. Concentrate - your Master has given you an order; now breathe deeply and focus on him. You're doing this for him, and because of that, you want to do it perfectly... to offer him your perfection, because you know he loves it that way. Think of the Master, Treize. Give him the gift of your obedience..."
With that, his voice trailed off and Wufei started rocking again - a little faster this time.
/Concentrate... on how this feels,/ he reminded himself, not thrusting, not moving, as he kept his hands in white-knuckled fists. The hard breaths that left him began to slow, though they deepened, lips parting a little as if to beg a kiss. The tight clench around his shaft seemed to ripple with everyone of Wufei's movements. /this... is training? I can't see how it will do... anything./
"Such a perfect pet, sweet Wufei..." Zechs whispered as he trailed kisses over Wufei's shoulders. The he lifted Treize's legs a little higher, and pushed just the tip of his long, thick cock into his newest slave.
The feel of the thick head stretching his still sore and always too tight entrance made him cry out wordlessly. "Ma... master..."
Another sharp tug came at his nipples.
/Can't I even say that?/ came the ragged thought, that sounded like whining even to Treize's own mind, as he arched up to that tug. "Oh!"
Zechs pushed gently at Wufei's back, pressing him forward onto his hands, and then murmured, "Push out against me, Treize." With that he gave a long, slow thrust forward, steadying himself by holding Wufei's hips. While he waited for Treize to adjust, his hand slipped around his other slave and brushed over Wufei's erection.
"Ahhhh!" The dark-haired slave gave an ecstatic cry, his eyes closed in bliss as he rocked harder, pushing back and forth, rubbing his prostate against Treize and moaning. "God, *yes*..."
So very full, with Zechs seated in to the hilt, and Wufei atop him, pleasureing himself on the older man's unmoving body. "S-stop, I'm g-going to..."
Wufei pulled hard at the chain, hard enough, he knew from long experience, to send a frisson of pain through the bound man. Both he and Zechs stopped moving and Wufei's voice came harshly into Treize's ears. "No! You will not! You will *wait*!" Another tug, just to get the point across.
"Nnnn!" That drew a tearful whimper, and he tossed his head for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek hard to keep from speaking or moving. /So hard... so *hard*!/ And what they were doing was starting to make at least a little sense to him -- but not enough to overcome the fine shaking that possessed his body, caught between lust and pain.
Zechs looked down at the man they were using so well. He was trembling and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His cheeks and chest were flushed and his breathing was ragged. "Soon, pet," he whispered into Wufei's ear. "He can't last much longer, and we want him to know what it's like to get it right."
"Yes, master..." came the breathy reply.
Wufei began moving again and Zechs fell into pounding rhythm that matched that of his slave. Feeling himself close, he finally gave in. "Treize. You may move, but don't come until I say you can."
"Y-yes..." A soft whisper leaving strained lips as Treize shifted a little between Wufei's rocking body and Zechs' hard jolts. So tight around him, and every thrust Zechs made sent a spark of pleasure through his body, making the tight ache of his crotch only worse. Soon he was confident enough to move back and forth in motions better than just stunted ones, and the copepry tang in his mouth kept him clinging to the edge of hte brink that they threatened to push him over.
Wufei gave a long, loud moan. "Ohhhh... Master! May I...? Oh please, I beg you! Let me do it! Please, please, Master..."
"God I love to hear you beg!" Zechs's words were a sultry whisper at Wufei's ear. "Say it again for me, pet."
Small tears fell from dark lashes as Wufei complied. "Please, Master," he whispered, head down in utter submission. "Please give me you permission... dear, sweet Master..."
Inside Treize's body, Zechs's long shaft twitched violently at the sound of those pleading words. /So delicious... so damned good... he's *mine*, completely... they're both *mine*.../
"Come for me, Wufei."
Throwing his head back, Wufei pressed hard against Treize and let out a cry. Seconds later, he gained an intense, shuddering release, flooding Zechs's hand and Treize's chest. "Uhhhn... Treize... precious Master..."
The tight draw of that clench nearly threw Treize over the edge, and a long stuttered moan fell from his lips. "Please!" Begging seemed to be the only way to do it, to get permission to give in to the ache of his groin, the ache that had been there since the morning. "Please, master, let me..." He shifted back against Zechs' heavy impalement, the trembling worsening.
Zechs smiled down at his new slave, watching him over Wufei's shoulder. "Mmmm... you beg so prettily..." A few more delicious thrusts and the blond decided to reward the older man. "Treize," he said, voice deep and breathy.
"Uhn!" A strangled groan, as he took his name as permission to come, and did, spilling up into Wufei's tight clench, body caught in the wonderous roll between that and the thick impalement that held him. "Ohh...."
Two things happened then. Wufei slid off of Treize gracefully and lay on the bed next to him, and Zechs gave a hard tug on the chain. Still thrusting, he leaned down and growled into the older man's ear, "I did not say you could come, Treize. I said your name." He could feel the release so very, very close, the stern reprimand he was giving Treize making it so much more erotic. "When I want you to come, I will tell you to come in those words, do you understand me Treize?"
Floating in the delicious haze of post orgasm, Treize could only give a hazy nod. The tug barely registered with him, for all that he was nearly purring as he moved back against Zechs, who came with a low, hoarse shout, flooding Treize's body.
Gradually, Zechs slowed his breathing somewhat and bowed his head, a curtain of silk hiding his face from their eyes as he panted softly. Then he leaned over and took Treize's mouth in a long, deep kiss, plundering it softly, eating at it with slow fire. The he shifted slightly and kiss Wufei as well, looking down at his pets and giving them an angelic smile. "My dear ones..." he breathed. "My sweet and beautiful men..."
Treize shifted, the chains 'clinking' softly. "May I be freed now?" he asked softly, watching Wufei twine his hands seductively in Zechs' hair.
The lovely smile faded from Zechs's face, as if a cloud had passed over the sun, and to Wufei it seemed almost as if his Master were hurt, an expression he'd never seen on the man. "Master...?"
There was a long moment of silence. "Free him, Wufei," Zechs said at last, getting to his feet and picking up his clothing. He looked at Treize for a long moment, searching the other man's face for something he obviously didn't see.
"Get him cleaned up, then take him to bed. I'll see you both tomorrow."
With that, he turned and left. Wufei sat up on the bed, stunned. Never, ever had the Master done *anything* like this. Always there were kisses and caresses, sweet words... "Master -" he whispered to the closed door. "Master..."
"I'm sorry," Treize whispered raggedly, eyes closing as he laid there. He'd be transferred, because the master could tell he didn't enjoy being tied up -- and what good was a pet that didn't enjoy the same pleasures as he did. "I'm so sorry..." He'd probably be killed at the next master he had, die there just becuase he didn't have the will to *do* what he had to do any more. He wanted to feel the press of body against body, hold the other man in his arms when they had sex, kiss... A soft sob left him, and his arms at last went completely limp, still perpedicular to his body. The sobbing and trembling worsened as he kept speaking, over and over, "I'm so sorry... sorry... I just can't deal with being tied up..."
Wufei said nothing - did nothing to comfort the crying man. Not only had he been denied the sweetest part of any session with the Master, but far worse was what he had seen in the man's eyes. Hurt and disappointment so deep that Zechs's instincts to dominate were forgotten. And it all happened because of this man, this slave lying next to him.
With a growing sense of anger, Wufei unfastened Treize's wrists. At last he couldn't hold it back any longer. "You... you bloody *ingrate!!*" he hissed as he turned to face Treize. "You're an *idiot*, you know that? You have *everything*, you have the *world*, right in the palms of your hands and what do you do with it? You curl up that aristocratic nose of yours in disgust and ask that it be taken away! That's *all* you've done since you've been here - tell us, tell *him* that you can't do *this* and you won't do *that*! You've only thought of *yourself*, never of him! You don't care about *anybody* but yourself! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve all that feeling and you don't deserve *him!!*"
With a look bordering on hatred, Wufei took a step closer to Treize. "I hope he *sells* you!" he said in a slightly lower voice. "I hope he gives you to someone who cares as much about you as *you've* cared about the Master, which is *nothing!* And I hope your *new* master beats the hell out of you!"
He was panting by the time he finished, staring at Treize with his fists clenched beside him. "Now get up. Your getting a bath and an enema. *Now.*" With that, Wufei turned abruptly and headed for the door.
Treize didn't move until Wufei was out of hte room, and then it was only to sit up, straighten his clothes -- what was left of them -- and take off the clamps with shaking fingers that tears and shaking rendered near useless.
/He's right... every word he said is right,/ Treize thought as he rubbed his wrists. /I'm a complete fuck-up... I have to apologize. I have to make up to him.../
Standing unsteadily, he shifted, letting cramped muscles un-cramp before he walked to the door, still tremblign as he opened it and left the rooms to go to Zechs' office.
It was the only place he could think of the man being.
End of Chapter 10
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