3 Apr 2001
Pairings: Treize, Zechs and Wufei puddle!
Warnings: lemon, lemon and lemon -- and angst, o' course. ^__^ Not owned by us. ^_^
The rest of the week passed uneventfully and on Friday Zechs greeted Treize as he came up to work with the news that he was having a cocktail party that evening.
"Nothing large - just a few business colleagues, and a couple of friends. I'd like you to be here to serve drinks and mind the coats. That means impeccable manners, steady nerves, and taking off the collar," Zechs murmured, flicking a glance Treize's way. "A sense of humor wouldn't hurt either. Some of these people are a bit... *odd.*"
"Odd in a good, slightly eccentric way, or odd in a 'Can I hump your leg' way?" Treize asked with a mild little smile, referencing back to the orgy that was the last party he'd been to. That was asked as he lifted his head a little from where he was kneeling. Things had calmed since after the party, and everything seemed to be going so very well...
The blond looked thoughtful for a moment. "Probably the first, but you may run into a bit of the second as well. You'd be utterly amazed at what the captains of industry do when they've had a few gin and tonics."
"Why no collar, master?" Treize asked. /Not so bad. I can deal with it, happily, if I'm just serving and being witty./ "I've... rather come to like wearing my collar."
"Because," Zechs replied, holding out his hand to help Treize up, "it's been my experience that collars give some people the idea that they can mistreat those who wear them, and I don't approve of that."
He got up from his desk and brought a piece of paper over to the older man. "Here is a list of the guests - just 20 of them. I'd like you to look them up in my files and familiarize yourself with each one. You need to be able to greet each one of them by name and make polite conversation about whatever they happen to be doing at the moment. The files are over there." He nodded towards a bank of low filing cabinets against one of the walls of the office.
"Before you get started though..." Reaching out his hand, he drew Treize to him, wrapping long arms around his hips and nuzzling gently at his neck.
"Mmmm," Treize purred softly, melting into that embrace. "Ah, Zechs..." His own arms entwined around Zechs' back, stroking firmly there, loving to touch. "My Master. Your pet is very willing to please today." And he was -- eager, wanting. Never as wanton as Wufei, but there was a thick urgency to his motions, a constant small struggle to gain the upper hand.
Zechs gave a soft moan and tigthened his hold. "I love to hear you say that..." he breathed, pressing little suckling kisses along Treize's neck. "That in and of itself brings me immense pleasure..." Reaching down, Zechs took hold of Treize's bottom, pulling towards him as he rubbed a very prominent erection against him. "I have a video conference right now," he murmured, "but perhaps I can give you a break later this morning..."
"You're a terrible tease, Zechs," Treize whispered in a breathy moan. "How much of you does the video conference see?" The thought of that... sucking his master while the man talked to others was... enticing. There was at least that kink in Treize, the fear of being caught in the illicit and wishing it would happen.
Another firm press and the blond man moaned again. "Oh, just from the waist up," he whispered and smiled. They would never know if, for example, I had anything at my feet... Anything, or anybody..."
"Then I'll be that thing at your feet that they can't see," Treize murmured, pressing closer against Zechs' body. "Please..."
"Uhhhnn... yes," Zechs panted, opening Treize's shirt with one hand as his hips moved in a gentle rhythm against Treize's groin. He backed the other man up to the wall and pressed him against it, hand sliding into Treize's pants to cup and stroke the smooth skin on his bottom and slide a finger up and down the cleft. "But first," he growled softly, "there's *you*."
Letting out a little huff of breath, Treize rubbed back against that finger, wishing for penetration. "Ah, Zechs!" Anything to abate the pounding in his groin, the hard, endless throb. "Please, Master... Do something. Let me do something. Anything..."
Zechs's reply came as a gentle, yet gruff command. "Turn around and face the wall, use your hands for support."
Willingly, Treize did just that, facing the wall, legs spread a little, hands pressed to brace himself. "Done, Master."
Warm hands caressed Treize's hips, sliding down to the inside of his thighs as Zechs nudged his feet further apart. Grinding his own erection, now freed, against the tight globes of Treize's buttocks, the blond put a firm hand on the stiffness between his pet's legs and rubbed it. "Got it bad this morning, sweet pet?" he breathed in Treize's ear, and gave the shaft a light squeeze.
A softly startled huff of breath was reply enough. /More than you can imagine./ "Yes, Zechs... very bad. I want to feel you, Master, inside me..."
Clever fingers found their way into Treize's pants, pulling them down with maddening slowness. Zechs reached a hand to his desk drawer and retrieved the lubricant, pouring it into his hand and warming it a bit before sliding those fingers into the lovely cleft and rubbing Treize's entrance thoroughly. After stroking it onto himself, he held the older man's hips steady and worked just the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle. When it was in, he waited several seconds and the thrust the rest of his shaft into Treize, groaning softly.
Crying out sharply, but more from shock than pain, Treize was glad he'd braced himself. "Ohhhhhh... Zechs," he spoke, voice barely a whisper as he relaxed the quivering muscle around that thick intruder. "Ah, gott. You feel so good, deep in..."
The blond pulled out and thrust back in, just as deeply, savoring the feel of Treize having to accomodate to him. Out, and back in again, over and over, quickly establishing a pounding rhythm, making Treize's body tremble with each deep thrust.
Shaking with every movement, Treize pressed his hands a little firmer, to better push back to Zechs. "Uhm, Master!" he moaned as his hips fell into a steady backwards roll, the tip of his erection leaking steadily. "More!"
Not slowing a bit, Zechs growled possessively in Treize's ear and then wrapped a hand around his shaft, squeezing it gently, milking the other man of semen and spreading along the stiff member. When he was done, his fist glided up and down Treize, in perfect rhythm with the invasion from behind.
There was a knock at the door, and Zechs didn't stop, just called, "Yes?" in a deep, growling voice.
"Your video conference is about to begin, sir," called his assistant through the door.
"Tell them five minutes," he growled back, and bent his head to Treize's ear. "Mustn't keep the nice ladies and gentlemen waiting now, must we?" he purred, his free hand sliding down to squeeze his pet's balls. "Come for me Treize. Come for me right *now.*"
Face flushed with the embarrassment that it was obvious to Zechs' assistant what they'd been doing, Treize did let go of his control all in one rush. Walls fell, balance slipped as he spurted heavily against his bare chest and the wall just before him. The thickness inside of him still pounded away, blissfully, even as his muscles clamped and squeezed around it.
Zechs slowed his pace and then came to a stop, holding on to Treize and panting. "So nice, dear one, now let me get cleaned up and you can return the favor..."
Treize was amazed that Zechs hadn't come, and part of him wondered just *why* he hadn't, until he remembered that he'd promised, and still hoped to, suck on the man while he was taking his meeting. "Thank you," he breathed.
Zechs had arranged for an angel to clean his office and then disappeared into the small half bath, and now they were walking three doors down the corridor to the video conferencing room. Zechs's assistant, Patrick, was waiting outside and looked only mildly surprised to see Treize.
"Will you be handling this conference on your own, sir?" he asked Zechs, giving one more glance to the half-naked pet beside his employer.
"Yes, thank you, Patrick. You may return to your desk - and no interruptions, please," he murmured and opened the door.
The room was small, but exquisitely paneled in a lustrous, gleaming wood. A small rectangular table held room for three people, the middle spot equipped with a small but expensive-looking computer. There were two large built-in cabinets on the wall behind the table, between which hung what appeared to be a genuine ancient map. Across from the table, and facing it, was a moderate sized video monitor.
Zechs took the middle seat and moved his chair out so that Treize could tuck himself under the table. Keying in a few commands, the lights were adjusted and the video monitored flickered to life, showing a split screen with two women at a table shown on one side, and a man and woman at a large desk on the other.
"Good morning ladies, sir," came Zechs's smooth voice. "Please forgive the delay. I was detained on a personal matter."
"Pefectly acceptable," one of the two women on one side murmured. "How are you today, Mr. Marquise?"
Beneath the table, quiet, Treize stayed still, at least until they'd settled into place. Still as he could with a chin resting atop Zechs' thigh. /Oh, Master... this is so strange to me. But I love it.... and you./
"Excellent, Ms. Cho, thank you, and very eager to hear your presentation. I read the proposal over thoroughly last night and have to say that your arguments as to why I should become the majority stockholder of your company are very persuasive. Tell me - does the executive board of your company know that you four are talking with me about this?"
"Yes sir, they're *very* aware, and approve highly of all attempts made to further persuade you," Ms. Cho smiled.
Zechs's hand strayed to Treize's hair, fingers burying themselves in its silkiness. /Feels so good to have him here... at my feet.../
Stifling any pleased noises his might make, Treize wrapped an arm around Zechs' leg to hold himself in place as he nuzzled into Zechs' stroking fingers.
Brushing over Treize's lips, the blond rubbed one finger gently along them, teasing at them, his finger begging entrance.
And it quickly found it, sucked tenderly past those lips as Treize let his eyes close, nursing on the tip.
"Very well," he said to the people on his monitor. "Then why don't the four of you tell me the greatest problem facing your company today?"
"Marketing," The man spoke plainly. "Our only problem is Marketing, and the staff in that section are being properly trained, at last..."
"One would certainly hope so, Mr. Harrington," Zechs said, voice still completely neutral. "Generally the stock value for a company tends to decrease if the public - or at least the important markets - know little or nothing of that company's product. I would certainly *not* like to find myself in a position where my investment fails to give me a good return, if I can avoid it.
"Now, tell me about your workforce."
The gentle suckling seemed to be working on a path directly to his groin and the blond shifted just a bit, the ache between his legs growing heavier.
"We have, as you are aware," Mr. Harrington went on, "A workforce of over two thousand people."
/Master, How can you be two people at once?/ Treize wondered, still sucking.
Another finger slid into Treize's mouth and Zechs took a deep breath as Harrington went on about the demographic of the company's personnel, their retention ratios, and the liklihood of strikes in the forseeable future.
"Mmmm, I see," the low voice murmured as Zechs's other hand began to open the front of his trousers. "You've been awfully quiet Ms. Sukhanil," he said, voice just a bit breathy. The young woman blushed prettily at the sound of it. "What can you promise me regarding the development of the information technology group?"
"As... as you may already know, We've spread far with the installation of DSL lines..."
Beneath the table, Treize shifted again, now between Zechs' legs, to finish unzipping his 'prize' by himself, still sucking on those two fingers.
Zechs leaned back in his chair, giving the appearance of settling back to listen, but actually it just gave Treize better access to the throbbing shaft between the blond's legs. With something akin to artistry, he was able to time the noises that Treize pulled from him to fit perfectly with conversation. Only Treize knew the *real* reason for all the "ahs" and 'hmmms" that Zechs murmured as he listened.
"But surely, Ms. Sukhahil, your company plan includes a 5-to-10-year timetable for the establishment of those networks, hmm?" Lean hips pressed upwards towards Treize, but their owner stayed composed.
No underwear, as usual -- Zechs never seemed to wear it, and Treize now understood why. The heavy shaft loomed beforehis face,throbbing and twitching with it's own life as he let go of Zechs' fingers to press his lips against it.
"The timetable is simple -- within the next six years, we plan to own over half the marketshare for Britian's DSL."
Zechs turned his attention to the third woman. "Ms. Ng, I'm concerned about your distribution system and how it'll be affected by the tariffs your government just enacted."
His fingers were back in Treize's hair and at the touch of those lips on him they clenched tight and a small sigh escaped his lips. Again, without really moving his upper body at all, he pressed his hips forward, gently encouraging his pet's attentions.
Breathing softly against that needy member, as he listened to Ms. Ng go on about tariffs being less as the materials were produced in country. Zechs' moans were so sweet to hear, those gentle exhalation perhaps more so, becuse of what they were doing... if Zechs was caught...
A warm tongue laved up the underside of the throbbing member, then back down to toy with the nest of hair that surrounded the base.
/So good... he's so *damned* good... / "Treize..." came a soft whisper. Ms. Ng wasn't sure if she'd missed something. "I beg your pardon Mr. Marquise?"
The blond flushed a bit - nothing that would show up on video - but it was enough to remind him where he was and that he shouldn't be moaning pets's names during a meeting. Drawing his hips back, he waited for a moment while asking a question about distribution routes, and then pressed forward, forcing Treize's lips to part and almost groaning at the wet heat of his mouth. "Mmmm, yes... tell me about that, uhnnn... I'm very interested."
Treize wanted to laugh, just a little, at knowing he was making Zechs so out of control as to actually make those noises. But he was fully engrossed, and happily so, in suckling on the head of his master's cock while kneeling at his feet. It felt right, and he wondered how he'd become what he was then from what he'd been before. From tolerating each day to looking forward to each moment.
Ms. Sukhanil had just asked Zechs about what his plans were for attending stockholder meetings, should the buy out take place, and the timing was perfect for to sit up and lean forward. That, of course, is exactly what Zechs's body was insisting he do and he let out a heavy sigh as he pressed forward into Treize's mouth. He had started tiny rhythmic thrusts, pushing himself between heated lips and he was struggling to keep his eyes open.
Treize's fingers stroked languidly up and down Zechs' cloth-covered thighs, letting his tongue lathe over the underside with each little thrust into his mouth. /My dear, daring Master.../
"As majority holder I would certainly... *hmm*... expect to attend each one, and I'd demand a *strong* voice in the companies policies. You wouldn't have a complaints about that, would you Ms. Sukhanil?"
He reached down with both hands and held Treize's head still, fucking his mouth steadily while regarding the company's employees through half-lidded eyes. Ms. Sukhanil, a closet submissive with a little-known weakness for blonds, squirmed in her seat when she heard his words, staring into those eyes and leaning forward just a bit. "No," she said in a breathy voice that made Ms. Cho turn and look at her a bit strangely. "No, I woudn't complain at *all* Mr. Marquise..."
"Good..." Zechs sighed in a voice like raw silk, pushing nearly down Treize's throat, "That's very, very good..." Now it was Mr. Harrington's turn. He pulled a bit at his collar, as if it was too hot for him and pressed forward in his seat.
"So, Mr. Marquise... we want you to see our company as a rich, fertile field, only awaiting your plough... won't you give it to us?" His colleague, Ms. Ng, gave him a rather odd look, but Ms. Sukhanil seemed to squrim upwards in her seat with a bit more force as she listened.
The pet between Zechs' legs, however, couldn't see, and was too engrossed in what he was doing to care at all. Zechs' hands were in his hair, holding him steady to better receive the pleasure he desired. It was strange, to willingly be used like that, but enjoyable, too, to know that Zechs was getting nothing but pleasure from it. His tongue kept moving, even though he was held still, in an attempt to make Zechs come.
Struggling to keep his panting under control, Zechs let his head fall back a little, giving the impression on the video screen that he was contemplating the offerings of worshippers. "Well you certainly do seem ripe for the taking," he said, all the erotic tension Treize was producing heating his words. He could feel himself tense, knew that he was on the edge, both in his decision with this company and in the delightful sexual game he was paying with Treize.
/Please master.../ By then, all Treize wanted was for his master to finally give in, to finally enjoy it without anything holding him back...
/So good it's obscene,/ Zechs thought, drawing a sharp intake of breath and snapping his hips forward. /Fucking my lovely Treize and financially fucking this company... and all these pretty people they sent to me.../
"So... what is your answer, Mr. Marquise?" Harrington asked, his tone breathy and excited as he leaned towards the video camera.
The thought was enough and he felt himself falling. As the first pulse of seed flooded Treize's mouth, Zechs leaned forward on his elbows and stared hard at the people on the screen. "Yes!" Zechs almost hissed. "Yes, I'll do it... I'll take your company and I'll show your people how business is *done.*" He had to leave off there as the intensity of the release grew too strong to allow him to speak. So he let out a long, growling sigh and smiled, almost seductively, at the pretty company representatives, two of whom nearly had orgasms themselves.
His hands stroked Treize hair continuously as he said his breathy good byes, telling them that the details would be worked out later in the week. A quick flurry of keystrokes and then he let his head fall all the way back against the high back of the chair.
"Oh, *damn* you're good, Treize..."
"You taught me, Zechs," Treize murmured after he'd let Zechs' softened member fall from his lips. The taste of seed was something he was quickly becoming accoustomed to, thankfully, because it hadn't fazed him at all -- at least *that* part of his training had gone well.
Smiling a little as he rested his head on Zechs' thigh, Sapphire eyes looked up towards his master. "Was it good?"
Zechs's eyes were closed and long hair tumbled over one shoulder as he smiled. "Oh, it was much better than 'good,' Treize," he purred and then he grasped Treize by the arms and pulled him up into his lap, tugging the older man's head down and nuzzling into his neck. "I'll never be able to look at those people without thinking about fucking..."
"Mmm, and that's good, isn't it, Master?" Treize asked slyly, shifting in Zechs' lap. It still amazed him that he never hurt the other man, sitting atop him like that.
"Mmmn... conquest in all its forms is incredibly arousing," Zechs whispered. "Kiss me."
"Oh, gladly," Treize murmured in a husky voice as he leaned in to kiss the other man in his favorite slow, hard way of doing it. Working his tongue between those lips was one of his greatest challenges.
And how Zechs loved to feel the passion behind Treize's kisses; to know that he'd finally dropped the affected boredom and let himself get worked up about something, and that Zechs was the one who had done it to him.
/Does it get any better than this? Knowing this beautiful man is here for the taking, whenever I want him... oh, and lately I seem to want him constantly.../
Zechs moaned softly as Treize finally fought his way into the blond's mouth, kissing him back with equal fervor and burying his fingers in the silky, golden-brown hair so he could tug on it, bringing the man closer. "Ohhh... Treize... you intoxicate me... such an amazing drug you deal..."
Whimpering quietly and pressing closer as he plundered the other man's mouth, and was plundered back, Treize squirmed a little. "My master... all for you, Master!" And it was -- more passion than Wufei could draw out of him, more than anyone else could... "How can I please you, Zechs...?"
"Want me..." his Master whispered between fevered kisses, "need me... being my willing slave in every way... I want to own your body... and your soul... want you to come when you think of me... on top of you... holding you down and fucking you until you beg for it... give yourself up to me completely... and I will give you pleasure beyond comprehension... and keep you with me always... always, my angel Treize..."
Another soft whimper, and Treize shifted again, as if he could press himself into Zechs and they could become one person. More kisses, fiercer still. "Please, Zechs... I want to stay with you always..."
Zechs pulled back a bit, fingertips roaming hungrily over Treize's face, lips coming close to his mouth but pulling back just as they were about to meet. Softly panted breaths washed over the older man's face as azure eyes caught sapphire and held them. "I'll never let you go," he said, his whisper barely audible. "You're mine for eternity, Treize. I'll not let any other man take you from me. *Ever.*" He leaned in, and murmured against Treize's mouth. "You're mine... and mine alone... do you understand me?"
"I understand, Zechs," Treize murmured, voice a soft whisper as he let his eyes close, arms pulling him close against Zechs. "My Master." He sounded ragged as he smiled against Zechs' neck -- why was he happy to be owned? It wasn't the being owned part... it was that Zechs wanted to keep him. Wanted to own him.
End of Chapter 21
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