14 Jan 2001
Next chapter - a delicious lunch. Graphic. ^_~
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 (In order of appearance ^_~)
Zechs had sent a message downstairs to Wufei that he should wear his access pants and collar to lunch and nothing else. Now, at 11:55, the tall blond sat back in his desk chair, eyes closed, imagining that lovely caramel skin and the feeling of sliding his hands beneath the fabric to touch a smooth, round bottom. Wufei never failed to delight and his submission was the best of any slave Zechs owned, perfectly complimenting the intense desire for domination that burned within himself. Closing his eyes, he stroked idly through his trousers at a growing erection and waited for the knock at the door.
At exactly 12:00, the knock came, light yet forceful -- distinctly Wufei's knock. He'd stood outside for a good six minutes, enjoying the feel of the draft going clean through those pants, tickling bared flesh.
"Enter," Zechs called, feeling another rush of adrenalin with his pet so close.
Wufei didn't always kneel when he came in, but today it just felt... right to do. So he entered, and knelt right beside Zechs' chair, resting his chin on his master's knee.
"You always know the perfect thing to do, don't you dear one?" Zechs said with a delighted sigh. He ran his fingers through Wufei's glossy black hair, wondering what it would feel like trailing across his shaft and squirming at the thought.
"Mmmn, come *here*," he growled, and pulled Wufei upwards into his lap, propping his own feet up on the desk and settling the slave in a straddle across his hips, facing him. It was nothing less than delicious, erotic agony to feel the tip of his member pressing against that lovely little bottom... knowing it would be plundered eventually...
Sitting atop his master's lap, Wufei gave a familiar wanton moan, rocking there and letting his silken hair spill everywhere. "Mmm, master. Let me pleasure you!"
"Hmmm..." the blond man sighed heavily, breath becoming ragged. "And just what would you do if I said yes...?" Long fingers were slipping into the slits in Wufei's pants, spots of fire on the cool, creamy skin and Zechs leaned his head back against his chair, watching his slave move on top of him.
Now Wufei nearly humped himself back to Zechs' hands, moaning during pauses for air. "Suck you dry, master -- take you deep in my mouth, my body, and drain you for your pleasure..."
Another low growl from the blond, and he pulled Wufei up and held him in place so that their lips were almost touching. His gaze was heavy-lidded, cheeks and chest flushed with passion, and his thumbs wandered unerringly to the pert nubs of his slave's nipples. "Do your best, little one..." he breathed, then pulled the younger man to him for a long, wet kiss.
He could! He had the freedom now, to get down between Zechs' legs... /Ohhh, wonderful. I need you, Zechs.../ The room sounded with kisses until Wufei backed up enough to drop his head and lap at one of Zechs' nipples, one hand on the chair behind Zechs' head, the other creeping down to unzip Zechs' pants.
No one but Wufei had even been allowed to take this tiny piece of control away from Zechs. With every other boy and man, he insisted on an absolute submissiveness, and it never failed to take him over the edge of reason, as complete submissives had done to him always.
But this little man, this sweet, caramel-colored toy whom he'd had for years, made it so very clear that he was only an instrument of his Master's pleasure, and that made all the difference. Wufei knew Zechs' desires and needs better, it sometimes seemed, than Zechs himself did. The blond-haired man trusted this slave above all others to know exactly what he could tolerate and what would anger or upset him and that was the reason he could yeild him this tiny nugget of control.
Now, Zechs arched up to the intense pleasure of the hot, wet mouth that was on him. One hand tangled in Wufei's hair, the other still caressing his thighs and hips, and wandering around to brush against the cleft of his bottom. "Wufei," he groaned, "don't keep me waiting, damn you..."
"You're so hot, master," Wufei breathed against the man's chest, kissing over that nipple, then moving to pres a kiss over the other, before he slide off the chair completely, head in Zechs' lap as he kept toying with the man's fly.
Stroking over and over the cloth encased hardness, Wufei was intent on Zechs' squirmings. Nothing ever made him happier than just being with his master -- just serving him, seeing that he was happy and pleasured.
/Something Treize will never be able to do properly,/ he thought with bitter smugness as the zipper came down, revealing Zechs' firm and throbbing manhood. "O~oh, master..."
The noises coming from Zechs turned to pure wantonness - no words or other meaning were there. The feeling he got whenever his erection was released was something ancient and primitive, an urgent need to get his cock *into* something. The only thoughts that came were of sticking it in a warm, wet mouth, or driving it between someone's legs. ""*Suck* it, Wufei," he said in a panted breath, "suck it *hard.*"
"I love to do this," Wufei breathed, before he descended on it, lips curling protectively over his teeth as he enclosed the head of that turgid erection in his mouth to suck hard on it.
A sharp cry tore from the blond man's throat at the exquisiteness of that mouth. Without thought, his legs fell apart and began thrusting his hips up into that obscenely perfect spot. He held Wufei's head in his hands and bucked his hips until he could feel the tip of his member slide down the Chinese man's thoat.
That's when he gave out a long, low moan...
Just a vessel for Zechs to take his pleasure from, and that was all Wufei needed to be -- just a place for Zechs to thrust into, to fill with his seed...
Submissive for the man, letting his thrust as he pleased, Wufei barely remembered to suck and tongue the sensative underside
The flickerings of that tongue were driving Zechs close to the edge and he slid further down in his chair, feet braced against the desk so he could thrust harder. Every part of him was beginning to tremble and he clutched tighter to Wufei, starting to feel it would be impossible to push in hard enough or deep enough. Breath panting, eyes closed in bliss, he whispered to Wufei. "So much... so much... ah, little angel, I'm so close..."
A pleased little hum Vibrated in Wufei's throat, as he tightened those muscles skilfully around his master's member, swallowing without choking. Slender copper-coloured fingers stole up into Zechs' pants, stroking and teasing at silken down-covered balls.
At that touch, Zechs gave a long, gasping cry and slammed one foot down on the top of his desk. Waves of intense pleasure rocketed through him and with each one he flooded Wufei's throat, still needing to press up against the hot mouth, still drunk with the way those fingers made him feel.
The familiar rush of hot semen into his throat, tangy and saltly, but long known and loved to Wufei. With each burst, he let it go down into his stomach, barely tasting any until he pulled back to lick over the head, swallowing to re-tense his throat. "Mmm."
For several moments Zechs didn't move. He had no desire to lose the warm cave that surrounded him, so he kept his eyes closed and simply stroked Wufei's hair. Then, he gave a long, happy sigh and pulled the younger man up to his lap again, wrapping long arms around the slender frame and kissing him. Zechs' lips brushed over every inch of Wufei's face and then settled on his mouth. "Perfect," he whispered in between kisses. "You are always perfect for me..."
"My master," he whispered quietly, strangely possessive, while he kissed back only in the lightest most needy of ways. /Mine. You'll see Treize for the ruin he is, soon.../
"Hmm... do you remember the night my father brought you to me...?" Zechs was doting on Wufei's lips and as he did his hands slid into the slave's pants again, seeking out the tight little globes he loved to squeeze. "You were so small, in my arms... underneath me... You trembled when I held you, carried you to the bed... and I couldn't wait to fuck you, even with my father still in the room... You were perfect for me... even then." Clever fingers ghosted over the little entrance, then pressed against it lightly as Zechs lips found Wufei's neck and nuzzled there.
"I remember," Wufei moaned softly. "You were so *big*! I didn't know what would happen -- or how good you'd make me feel. Complete, and I knew I was made for you, my master..." Memories of that night were wonderful --Zechs taking him, tenderly, then roughly, with heady passion, then the rest of the night spent amongst tangled sheets being taught how to suck him off properly...
Reaching into his desk drawer for lubricant, Zechs kissed his way down Wufei's throat where he bit the younger man's shoulder lightly and growled possessively. As he slid a slick finger between Wufei's cheeks, he laid his head back on his chair and regarded the slender man-child he held. "You were *mine*," he whispered in a delicate ear. "Not my father's, *mine*... and I couldn't get enough of you..." His voice trailed off as his finger pressed in, past the little muscles that even still tried to keep him out. Then he sat back, eyes half-lidded with desire, and simply watched Wufei.
"Master... You've always been perfect for me!" Wufei cried out loudly, hitching his firm bottom back toward that probing finger. "Ohh... Master. Can you get it up yet? I need you inside me. I need to give you pleasure..."
A soft laugh from Zechs and then Wufei was on his back on top of the large desk. "Mmmm, I've never disappointed you *that* way, now have I?" The large head of his shaft nudged between smooth, rounded cheeks and he propped himself with a hand on either side of Wufei. "Can you take it Wufei?" he said, voice deep and sultry. "All the way in?"
"Oh, *yes*, master..." Wufei purred happily, forgetting all about Treize as he pushed, ready to accept Zechs when he drove into him. Looking up into those deep azure eyes, as rich and endless as the sky...
Eyes that remained locked on his as Zechs tensed and then pushed in to the hilt, one smooth thrust impaling the younger man completely. "God, you're so *hot*!" Zechs hissed, amazed as always at the perfect fit between Wufei and himself. They'd been at it for years and still the slave's hot little passage was snug, tight even, and grasped at his member as if it wanted to devour it. "Now you'll get what's coming to you, dear one," the blond man whispered. With a soft groan, he withdrew and then, with achingly slowness, began to thrust.
"I'm hungry for you, master," Wufei uttered in a softly pleading tone. Every thrust scraped over and past his prostate, sending a jolt of purified joy through him. It used to make him want to come, but since he'd been trained so well he could enjoy it for hte sparkling thing it was, that touch, the feel of Zechs deep within him. So complete and perfect.
"Ohhhh, *take* it, Wufei..." Zechs murmured, every part of him living for the next wicked thrust. "Uhhn... sweet little toy... you're *mine*... I won't let any other man touch you... no one..." He threw his head back, blond hair falling in a storm around him, and let out a long groan. Surely this is what he had been born to do - good, hard, fucking that seemed the only thing able to calm the fire that was so much a part of him.
"All yours," Wufei panted in agreement, hands going up to twine in Zechs' hair as he moaned wantonly. Nothing was in his mind but the thick length stabbed deep within him. "Oh, fuck me harder, Master!"
Thrusting turned to pounding as Zechs took ahold of Wufei's legs, pushing them up until the younger man was nearly bent double and penetration was a deep as it could get. He slammed into his dark-haired slave with a lusty vehemence that rocked the slim body beneath him and drew fresh cries with every stabbing thrust.
Opening his eyes, Zechs watched the slave's face as he growled, "Now, Wufei! Come for me!"
Heavy-lidded onyx eyes were locked on Zechs' azure, as they flickered close for a moment, accompanied with a sharp sounding moan, then the thick splash of semen between their stomachs. "Master," Wufei whimpered softly as the convulsions wrapped themselves firmly around Zechs' thickness. "Oh, my master...!"
Zechs closed his eyes and let the delicious squeezing inside of Wufei pull him over the edge. He pushed in as far as he could and then flooded the deepest parts of his slave's body, burying his face against Wufei's neck and making soft, panted groans with each wave of pleasure.
Sated, layign there atop Zechs' desk, Wufei sighed happily. *That* was just how life should be -- a good fuck from his master, and that was all. Just to please Zechs so much, as much as he did... "Perfect, Master -- you're always perfect..."
A soft nuzzling was Zechs's reply and then a whispered, "As are you, dear one... my sweet Wufei..." They lay motionless for several minutes without saying a word, simply holding each other, and joined in the most intimate way. Then Zechs began to trail soft, light kisses up the line of the younger man's throat, ending at the corner of his mouth where Zechs pressed his lips in tender reverence before going on to claim his mouth, a sweet compensation for his pet as the blond man pulled out of him slowly.
Not enough of one; Wufei wanted to hold Zechs within him forever, and he let out a soft whimper against those lips when he lost that heady fullness. "I want you always, master," Wufei murmured, worshiping the blonde man with his stroking gaze. "Whenever you want, I need you, my master."
"Yes... whenever I want," Zechs murmured. "You've never disappointed me, Wufei... you're the perfect slave..." A few more moments of kissing and then Zechs put himself back together, with the exception of his shirt, which he changed, pulling a fresh one from a small built-in closet near his desk. Giving a last admiring look to the young man spread so wantonly before him, he pulled Wufei up gently to a sitting position and sat down in his desk chair, looking up at him.
Leaking a little of Zechs' seed from his bottom and onto the blotter, Wufei sat there paitiently, eagerly. /You're the perfect master.../
"I have a conference call from my French contacts to make, otherwise I would join you in the bath, but you get in and relax. You've done so very well today, you deserve a nice, long soak." He gave a smooth caress to Wufei's calves and smiled, a brilliant golden thing that lit up his face.
"Thank you master!" Wufei uttered, trying to not seem dissapointed that Zechs wouldn't be joining him. He badly wanted to feel Zechs nude and wet against his body, hard and needy.... "I'll do that, Master."
Zechs had turned to his telephone as Wufei got up, but looked up before the younger man disappeared through the door to the bath. "Wufei? What did you make of Treize's training today? According to Trowa he was very easily handled. Any ideas as to why?"
Wufei stopped, turning slowly to look back at his master. /Tell him the truth, Wufei... tell him what you *know*./ "I think it's because he doesn't respect me at all -- Trowa says, though, that it's because Treize likes me too much to take me seriously."
A concerned frown crossed the blond man's face as he sat and stared at his slave. "Treize hasn't been taking you seriously? What's been going on, Wufei?"
Now he had a chance, however small, to vent out all his frustrations, as he stood in that doorway. "He's flippant with me. Doesn't seem to care about *anything* at all, master. I try to instruct him a little, but all he does is talk to me like... He treats *all* the slaves like they're equals to him. Like there isn't any rank or hierachy in your house."
The only real outward sign of displeasure Zechs showed at the news was a tightening of the muscles along his jaw and a quiet drumming of his fingers on the desktop. "Do you know of him being disrespectful to anyone else, or has he singled you out particularly?"
"Just me -- he dotes on Duo and the angels, and obviously took orders well from Trowa," Wufei sighed heavily. "So he either hates me or he likes me too much -- either way he's not acting as he *should*."
"Yes, well... I believe that's just part and parcel of the entire attitude problem. I... tried to talk to him about it last night, but I'm not sure exactly what got through. I thought he'd understood..."
Zechs was silent for another minute and then smiled at Wufei. "Thank you for letting me know, dear one. I'll see to it that he shows proper respect. Now you go have that soak." With a quick wink to the younger man, he turned around and picked up the receiver of his telephone.
"Thank you, Master," Wufei murmured sincerely as he re-entered the bathroom
Treize would have hell to pay when he saw the master again.
End of Chapter 14
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