3 Dec 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 ^_~)
Back at the large house, the Master had just concluded a rather dicey business arrangement with a powerful but stubborn ally. The ally was now celebrating the closure of the deal down in what Zechs called The Back Rooms, where he kept a small but talented harem of boys who had willingly signed away their freedom to him in exchange for good food, a comfortable living environment, and all the sex they could handle. The Master himself only visited the rooms occasionally, much to the consternation of said boys, but they were free to amuse each other all they liked, and since there were two rooms and a total of seven boys, things rarely got dull.
The Master himself, at the moment, was conspicuously absent from the celebration. Instead, he had made his way to a small but comfortable room on the second floor of his home where he had a projection viewer and a large collection of videos. Only one video interested him at the moment, and it had only been made yesterday. He'd put it into the player, and turned the lights down, preparing to enjoy a very pleasant hour of self-stimulation.
The screen flickered to life, and he saw a heavily sedated Treize Khushrenada being washed by a couple of his angels. These were boys who seemed to have been overdosed by God with nurturing behaviors. They lived and breathed for it, and were extremely yielding in bed. Zechs didn't have much to do with them sexually, preferring more fire in his bed partners, but they were wonderful with the other boys, especially the new and the young.
The tall blond's eyes, though, were completely blind to the angels. The only place he could look was at the tall, lean man they tended to, running soft cloths over his face and neck, then on to arms, legs and chest, and finally pushing his legs gently apart and washing gently but thoroughly over a long, slender shaft.
It was time for his second favorite part of the video and he eased his own aching member from his trousers and began stroking it slowly. The camera panned in smoothly and soon the new man's crotch filled the screen, the small, light hands of the boys, moving the washcloths over every sensitive part. Then, as Zechs took a deep breath, the man's shaft began to twitch and rise. It was the sedative, Zechs knew that, but the sight of it made him moan and press up against his own hand as one of the angels' hands ran a cloth over it, causing it to twitch and rise again.
He rewound the tape and played it forward in slow-motion, slouching down on the sofa and bucking his hips upwards to meet his own clever fingers.
Then the angels turned him slowly to his back, washed him all over and then, bless their hearts, they smiled softly up at the camera and spread the man's exquisite buttocks apart, exposing a tender entrance, pale rose in color and so very, very vulnerable. As the angels performed a body cavity search for drugs or weapons, Zechs breathing became harsh, watching those slender fingers invade the man over and over again. As it went on, his hand grew faster and at last he had to throw his head back and moan out a devastating release. The video ended with a close-up of Treize's tender entrance, the angels gently pushing him apart to provide a better view. When he saw it Zechs froze the frame and slid off the couch, slinking up to the screen on all fours like a golden panther, staring at his prey.
When he reached the screen, Zechs put his hands on it, staring at the lovely pucker for a moment before leaning in and kissing it on the screen, just as he had in real-life to Wufei, licking at it and flattening his tongue against the screen, to rasp against it. As he did, he could feel his shaft stiffen again.
Breaking away reluctantly, he whispered, his lips still against the smooth glass, "Make it soon, Wufei. Oh God, please make it soon..."
Wufei signaled Robert and signed the receipt that would go to his Master. Then he telephoned the chauffeur and smiled over at Treize, noting the lovely flushed cheeks and the faint smile on the older man's face. "Yes, I think this might be a very good time to go shopping. C'mon Treize - your body is *not* going to believe it could look this good." Dark brows wiggled suggestively and Wufei stood, leading the way out the car.
A gentle chuckle left Treize as he followed Wufei. "Will the clothing be even vaguely comfortable?"
As they headed off to the small shop, Wufei looked over at Treize, feeling hornier by the moment and not knowing quite what to do about it. "Oh some of it will be *very* comfortable and some of them... well some are *designed* to be a little uncomfortable. But that can really add to the pleasure in certain situations..." His foot had slipped out of his shoe and now he teased at the bottom hem of the older man's jeans and tried to look adorable.
Treize looked more befuddled than anything. "Certain situations...?"
"Yes, well... sometimes it just feels good to be... restrained." The wine he'd had wasn't helping him, and now he leaned over and laid his head on Treize's shoulder, fingers lightly, so lightly stroking over Treize's fly.
Treize slid an inviting arm around Wufei's shoulders. "You're nearly drunk, Wufei."
Clever fingers pressed a little bit harder in just the right places and Wufei turned his head on the tall man's shoulder, staring up at him and smiling. "So are you," he said softly.
He had to agreed there... "Yes." The hand kneaded over his groin, and sapphire eyes flickered shut for a moment.
The younger man curled up against him and pressed warm lips to his throat. "It's a long drive..." he breathed against the warm skin, kissing and licking it softly. "And this is so much more interesting than watching traffic, don't you think?"
Silence, punctuated by Treize's softly ragged breathing. "How about.... what you offered this morning...?"
"Mmmmm... my pleasure... and yours too, I'd wager..."
/Very much so,/ came the slithered thought through Treize's mind.
Wufei slid down onto the floor between Treize's legs. "Sit back," he whispered, his hand coming up to cup the hardening shaft through the fabric. He gave it a soft squeeze and leaned forward, pressing kisses to it. "Mmm... you smell so good..."
"Uhmmmm..." Moaning, Treize leaned back, spreading his legs for the younger man. "Gott."
Wufei's hands trailed up the inside of Treize's thighs, ending up dancing over the tight bulge at his fly. In expert fashion, the boy had the trousers open and a very long, very hard erection free of the fabric. He grasped it with both hands and simply stared for a long moment, his only comment a rather awed, "Oh *my*..." /He's the size of the master! Perhaps a bit thicker... oh, God I'm *such* a lucky boy.../
Moving forward he breathed softly over the head, murmuring, "Mmmm... sweet Treize..." His tongue followed just lightly circling the very top, only enough to excite, nowhere near enough to satisfy.
A soft whimper left Treize. "Mein Gott, mein Gott..." Then something more guttural than that, rolling syllables that were groaned softly in Russian. Wufei's tongue was talented, moving like only one who knew how they liked to be pleased, before pleasing anyone else.
A few bittersweet drops flowed from the man and Wufei begged more. His tongue was a warm, squirming point, flicking back and forth across the little hole, and sucking gently each time it wept. One hand glided down the long shaft, thumb rubbing along the sensitive underside until his fingers caressed the heavy, silky sac of balls. The feeling of it gave him shivers and his lips slid further down the shaft as Treize was brought inside to be sucked.
"Ahn!!" Treize cried out sharply, hips hitching up a little; his hands loosed from the upholstery to creep into Wufei's hair. Strong fingers caressing through black silk, as his own ginger-locks spilled over his eyes as his head rolled back and forth on the head-rest.
A small growling noise came from the younger man as he took Treize deeper and deeper, his hand moving up and down the shaft after his mouth. He gave the lovely ball sac another soft squeeze and then opened his throat, impaling himself on the entire shaft and gurgling out a primitive sound of pleasure.
So tight, so warm and wonderfully touching, reaching deep inside him and pulling forth a want he seldom ever felt, hadn't felt for weeks before he was taken from his home. The hand on his groin, touching so delicately, yet hard enough to strum every nerve in his frame.
"Wufei, I won't last..."
/Of course you won't, gorgeous man, I'm making certain that you *don't*.../ If Wufei could have smiled at that moment, he would have, but as it was he simply let his throat muscles work that long shaft inside of him and rasped his tongue against it as he pulled away from it, to let Treize know that he was waiting for his release... eagerly.
His hips moved back and forth, of their own will, as Treize's fingers carded through Wufei's hair, gasping and moaning at every move the young man made, until he stiffened, hips giving a final jerk upward. His fingers knotted into that black silk, clinging like a drowning man to a life-line, as wave after crashing wave of release left him, leaving him trembling and sated.
Having swallowed every drop he could and licking the long, softening shaft until it was very clean, Wufei looked up very slowly at Treize, wrapping his cock in silky masses of his hair as he did. "Thank you..." he said, his voice nothing but a breathy whisper, his eyes black as night and shining. "You've given me so much pleasure..."
Treize's breathing was harsh, ragged from want. "Danke Sie," he mumbled, flicking his eyes open. "Danke."
"No need to thank me, really. I wanted to do it." Wufei was putting the older man back together and as he closed the last button he leaned down once more and gave Treize's crotch a soft kiss. "But if I pleased you, that makes me very happy as well."
He slid back up onto the seat next to Treize and cupped one prettily flushed cheek in his hand, turning the man's face and giving him a long, deep kiss. "Ah, look -" he said and pointed across Treize's line of vision, out one of the windows. "It's in that next street."
"Great," was the hazy answer, the eyes that shone sapphire were a bit wobbly, the man's voice thick. "That... that was the best I've ever gotten, Wufei. The very best."
"Oh, Treize," he said and laughed softly. "Just think - that's only a tiny, tiny fraction of what's in store for you..." His voice dropped to a whisper and he breathed softly in the older man's ear. "You are going to discover just how much pleasure you can take, and I'm betting it will be a *lot*..."
"We'll see," Treize smiled, still dazed. He was obviously the sort of person that, once he'd gotten off, would do just about anything until the haze lifted, and even then he'd be in a good mood.
Getting out of the car at the curb in front of the shop, Wufei was eager to get the things they needed and get back home. He was definitely feeling "in the mood" now and whether it was Treize allowing him to explore further, or begging the master for a good fuck, it would be wonderful, whatever it was.
The store appeared sedate and conservative from the outside with a small tasteful sign by the front door that read, "Le Sauvage." Stepping inside, Wufei called out, "Phoebe?"
"Out in just a moment, dearie!" chimed a pleasant, grandmotherly voice.
And Treize couldn't see INTO the place, given the darkened lighting and that he was standing behind Wufei. "What sort of things are sold here, Wufei...?"
The younger man smiled at him and tugged him forward. "Come on in and see for yourself!"
They walked in a found themselves in a small but well-designed shop that was outfitted with old wardrobes and antique closets. These were mostly open with their merchandise displayed on top of them and different sizes in the drawers or on the shelves. The rather Victorian method of display softened the look of the merchandise a bit, which was probably good, because it was rather... unusual.
There was a large old closet devoted to nothing but leather underwear - neatly organized into sections by size, with thongs, g-strings, briefs, and, hanging from the rod, an amazing variety of harnesses, with or without underwear attached. Some of the stuff had slits or holes cut either in the front or the back. Other items contained pouches or quick-release clasps, thin strings in place of most of the fabric. All of it was black.
Another large wardrobe was devoted to leather pants and vests, yet another to silky, flowing pants and shorts in glowing jeweled tones, some of which were slit along the sides from hips to ankles. And there was an entire wardrobe taken up just with mesh garments. Some of them were displayed on the open wardrobe doors, so light and delicate it was hard to believe someone could actually wear them.
"Well, Treize - anything you'd like to look at first?
/My god.../ "The, ah, mesh..." he started with obvious hesitance.
/Oh, an excellent choice, *Count* - even if you didn't pick it I'd be getting you lots of this. Master's orders.../
"Oh, yes - you'd look wicked in this stuff. These body suits are the best," he said, holding up a frail garment that covered the torso, upper arms, crotch and upper thighs. "Short sleeve, you think? Or long?"
Just as he asked the question, an older woman of perhaps 65 years or so came out from the a room at the back of the shop. "Wufei! I got a call that you were coming; 'bout given up on you, dearest."
"You know me!," Wufei said in mock outrage. Then, turning to Treize, he said, "Phoebe, let me introduce you to Treize; Treize this is Phoebe. She's the owner."
Phoebe's eyes shone as she gave the tall man a quick onceover with his eyes. "Oh, sweetheart, aren't *you* a lovely thing! And you're looking at mesh, I see. Good Lord! You would be *stunning* in mesh! And I have the perfect harness for you as well, so we won't forget that! What size are you dearie? Overall size that is?"
"Ah..." He looked hesitant. "Medium-large, I think, in english equivalents." Then Treize's gaze turned to hte mesh again, looking at that peice that Wufei held. "Is that supposed to be tight? And does it actually not fall to peices when wearing it?"
"It fits like a second skin," Wufei said, admiring the garment. "So if you call that tight then I guess it is. As for falling to pieces..." How much to tell him? That it was designed to do just that if it was desired? That the master had ordered him to buy not the usual 4 pieces of mesh, but 8 because he wanted to tear it off of the man to take him and he wanted to do it more than once...
"Don't worry - it'll hold up just like we want it to." Why don't we look at the the underwear now?" As they left the mesh closet he indicated to Phoebe, behind Treize's back, the quantity they would need. She nodded knowlingly.
"I think your going to need some... accesible briefs - and can you tolerate thongs?"
"I can," he answered plainly. Treize's eyes drifted over the 'accesible breifs'. ZIppers, and strings, and all sorts of things... "Don't those zippers there *hurt*?"
A laugh from Wufei, who looked to Phoebe for help.
"Most gentlemen," she told him very seriously, "don't have trouble with them at all, although there are a few who just can abide them. I think Wufei was thinking more along the lines of something like *this*..." She held up a leather and fishnet bikini with a long slit down the back, the fishnet placed wherethe balls would be.
"Care to go to the dressing room and try it on, dear?" she asked.
Sapphire eyes were wide... "I... I suppose I might as well."
She pointed the way to the room at the back of the shop. "We'll wait here for you dearie. When you've got it on you might want Wufei here to come in and check to make sure it's really what you want."
The young man in question was trying to hide his eagerness at the sight of Treize in *those*. "Yes, just give a shout and I'll come in when you're ready."
It was horribly embarrasing in that tiny room, lined wall to WALL with mirrors! He stripped off his clothing, setting it o nteh velvet covered bench in there with him. A few second completely nude, before he slip wht underwear on, looking at himself with some consternation.
"Wufei...?"
"Coming," the younger man called, giving Phoebe a wink. He slipped through the curtain and said, "How do you like them?"
"They're.... strange," Treize mused, looking i na few of hte mirrors. "Do they fit right...?"
Wufei tried very hard not to swallow too thickly. The man before him was simply stunning - even with the weight loss he had no doubt suffered, his muscles were rebounding and looked sleek, his narrow waist tapered into narrower hips and the briefs just barely covered him. He was facing Wufei at the moment, and his large manhood was pressing rather delightfully against the small leather pouch there. Below that was the fine fishnet that allowed a delicious view of the man's large, silky balls.
But it was the back view that made Wufei tremble. In part because it was such a thing of beauty, and in part because a small voice in him was saying that the Master would take one look at *that* and never want Wufei again.
There were small curves of leather that gently cupped Treize's buttocks and an opening in the fabric that exposed his entire cleft. It looked soft and vulnerable and he felt the urge to touch it almost overwhelming. /God the master will come just looking at him... he'll scream... so would I.../
At last he answered Treize's question. "Oh, yeah... they fit just perfectly. I'd say those are keepers."
He held up something that looked like a collection of leather straps. "Here," he said mildly, "let's try this on next."
Still wearing the 'thong' Treize looked at the... straps. "What is it?"
"It's a harness. You'll have to take off your collar, though. It has one of its own. " e held the harness out and widened the circle of leather at the top. "Then these straps go over your chest and down your belly to the to the pouch," he explained further, touching a supple black leather sac at the bottom. "You want some help with it, or do you want me to wait outside?"
"Ah...." Treize eyed the thing warily. "Help would be best... I've never worn something like this, so..." As he spoke, he reached up to remove his collar. "Why wear it all...?"
/Dear God, he really *is* naive! Guess those fantasies of his about his delivery boy were pretty squeaky clean.../ Wufei began removing Treize's collar. "Oh, well - lots of reasons. I mean, seeing a well-built man with straps of leather across him is a pretty damned good reason to me. The Master loves to see slaves in these, if they have the bodies for them, that is. Not everyone does." He remained standing in back of the tall man, admiring the beautiful lines and curves of him. "Take off those briefs and I'll fasten the straps from back here."
A shakey breath, and Treize nodded, slipping them off. "But why have me wear one...?"
Wufei blinked, several times. "Because... you're beautiful? Is this a trick quesiton?" he asked and laughed.
Forked brows furrowed, and Treize sighed. "Nevermind."
"Of course there's also the whole domination thing. The Master likes control. No, that doesn't really convey the feeling..." Wufei pondered for a moment. "The master loves and craves control to the point that it gets him off faster than anything else. Yeah - that about somes it up."
He went on talking as he fastened the straps around Treize's chest and made sure the collar wasn't too tight. "You've heard of dominance and submission games, right? Well that's his absolute favorite thing to do. He's like the ultimate dominator and he has his slaves because he wants the perfect submissive. And when everything goes right, it's incredibly good for both. Incredibly..."
Wufei's voice trailed off as a crowd of highly erotic thoughts about the Master's past games with him game to mind. He shook his head a moment later, trying to get back to the here and now. "Anyway - you'll look gorgeous in this, and he looks... unbelievably gorgeous in his dom outfits. Phew, talk about hot!"
Treize's hands smoothed down his own body, looking at himself in the mirrors; maybe Wufei had a point...? /But 'games'?/ That left him at a loss.
"Games?" he voiced aloud his musings on it. "I've heard of those games before, but most of them involve pain... or at least, that's all that I know of."
"Well, not really. Not with the Master. He likes to dom, he's *not* a sadist, like those Owners that had you. Not by any means." The younger man stepped back and felt a wave of heat pass through him as he looked at Treize. /I *do* hope the Master will let me play with them at times.../
Eyes half-lidded, he continued. "Master likes making you wait instead of making you hurt. It really gets him off to know that you're in an agony of pleasure but have to wait until tells you that you can get some relief from it." Wufei's body shuddered at the thought. "That reminds me - we need to find you a cock ring."
"Cock ring?" He'd NEVER learned that word before. "What's a 'cock ring'?"
/It figures/ Wufei held up a finger and smiled. "Wait right there," he murmured. "I'll get one for you." And with that, he slipped out of the room.
/He must think I'm stupid,/ Treize mused, tugging at the collar. /Now, to figure out how to get OUT of this.../ he shifted a little, and felt hte thin plug inside him shift, brushing something. "Uhmm..."
Wufei came back in holding up another strappy leather piece. There was a bronze ring in the center with straps of different sizes coming out from it. "Let's get you out of that and you can see what this feels like." Wufei smiled and wriggled his eyebrows and he moved to help Treize out of the harness.
"Oh, I *do* know what those are," Treize spoke, part releif, part shiver. "Just not that name." He was glad to let the collar and atached straps fall off him. "English is my fourth language, so I can't be expected to know all the kink words."
"So, do you like them?" Wufei asked, handing the ring, with its straps to Treize. It would be stunning on him - a thick ring with straps that crossed under the balls and held them tightly. Beautiful to see, from the front or the back.
"I've only ever used leather strips," he murmured, looking at it, before asking, tentatively. "Help me put this on right."
Wufei helped Treize slip into it and then looped the straps around balls that felt like silk. He could't resist giving them a few strokes while his fingers were down there. /Master... this was a punishment, wasn't it? Asking me to take him out, asking me to do *this*... You're so beautifully cruel to me.../
Treize shivered at that touch, filling out the ring nicely. "Ah, god -- yes, I remember *this*," he spoke, almost to himself. That feeling of being held back.
"Oh, yes," Wufei said, feeling suddenly overheated. "And this one has an extra surprise because of the way the straps are set. You get rather a strong thrill when you walk in it, because it pulls on you. Check it out." He stepped back to the wall to let Treize try the toy.
Treize took a few steps, testing, shivering at every one. "Ah, it TUGS...."
"Absolutely right. He'll want you to wear that most of the day before he sees you. You'll come to him after being half-hard for about 10 hours so you'll be nice and squirmy for him." Wufei crossed the room to pick up the other pieces, passing close to Treize on his way and whispering, "It's the most *incredible* feeling..."
"I'm sure it is," Treize mused, thinking of the darkest, most unarousing things, just so he'd be able to get it OFF within the next ten or so minutes.
"Well, I think we're done here - unless there's anything else you particularly like to wear or use?" Wufei looked up at him and smiled invitingly and he gathered the other garments.
Treize shook his head. "Ah, no, I think this is quite enough..." he said, starting to work off the cock-ring.
"Okay, well - let me just clear things up with Phoebe out here, she'll pack up our stuff and we can head home." He had disappeared around the curtain of the room heading off to get their purchases, when he stopped and peeked back in. "Oh, and you can leave the ring in here - we've got one boxed up outside."
"Great," Treize uttered, supressing the urge to roll his eyes. /Thwarted at every turn.../ Two options presented themselves to him just then: remove the plug, get dressed, and run like hell, in what would likely be a failed escape attempt. Again. Or take off the ring, get dressed, and sit placidly in the vehicle on the trip back, trying to not think about Wufei or the Master in a sexual way.
Wisely, he simply worked off the ring, carefuly, then pulled on his clothes. Jeans, shoes, everything...
Back in the store itself, Treize found Wufei talking and chuckling with the owner.
"... and I told him to take the smaller size, but he wouldn't have anything of it! So it just hung there... dangling... Hahhahahahahahah!!!" The two of them were obviously enjoying themselves a great deal.
Wufei turned to see Treize. "Great, you ready to go?" he said. Phoebe, however, seemed to have different ideas. Grabbing him by the sleeve, she said in loud, theatrical whisper, "Aren't you going to *show* him?"
Wufei glared at her for a moment, then laughed. "Oh, all right." He held up two photographs. "We had a Halloween party last year - very intimate, just two hundred of Phoebe's closest friends and best customers." He gave a wink to the gray-haired woman and continued. "Anyway, the Master went as a dom parody - got the raunchiest outfit he could find..."
"They went *wild for him, too!" Phoebe interrupted. You never saw so many hands trying to grab a person!" and here she let out a girlish giggle. "Anyway, we had a fashion show of sorts, so everyone could see the costumes that won prizes."
"He won Best of Show in the bitch/dom division," Wufei remarked, staring happily at the photos, which Treize had still not seen.
"Luv?" Phoebe nudged him. "How about letting Treize look at them, too."
"Oh, right," Wufei murmured and handed them to the older man.
They were both full-body catwalk shots. The first was from the front and a bit to the side. The Master was sauntering down the runway clad in thigh high, black leather boots, a shiny black latex, form-fitting sheath that barely covered a very erect cock and large balls. It was held to him by thin silver chains that circled his hips. The only other thing he wore was a black hat that looked vaguely police-like or military. He was pulling the visor down over one eye rather rakishly and the other eye was covered by long, blond bangs. The boots appeared to make his legs go on forever, all rippling muscle and golden skin and his broad chest was gleaming in the spot lights, his hair back behind his ears making it all the more visible.
The other photo was the same thing, but from the back, proving the hair to be pure blond and waist-length, and the shiny black sheath completely backless. The man's buttocks were small, tight, and delightfully well-muscled, the cleft looking like the only true softness on the man's body.
"Well?" said Wufei, "What do you think?"
Staring would have been an understatement of what Treize was doing. His eyes looked nearly ready to fall out of his head.
"Mein gott..."
Wufei and Phoebe stared at Treize for a moment, then looked at each other and shrugged. "Care to translate that? Is it bad or good?" Wufei asked. It was becoming more obvious that the tall man didn't offer much of himself when asked and therefore usually needed prodding.
"Ah, very good," he 'translated', handing the photos back to Wufei. "The Master is a very... gorgeous man."
Wufei shook his head sadly handing the photos back to Phoebe. "It's no use, Phoebe. This guy is a complete cold fish - I'm beginning to think that *nothing* gets him worked up. I mean, if *these* couldn't do it..." He shrugged, eloquently. "Ah well, we tried, eh? Come on Treize... Take care Phoebe!"
As they left the store, Treize fell into step beside Wufei, brows drawn together. "Cold fish? Why do you say that?"
Wufei gave him a bemused look. "Well, maybe you *were* feeling something when you looked at those photographs, but if you were you hid it very well."
They had reached the car and as Treize slid in and they began the long drive back to the Master's house, Wufei looked over at his companion. "You just don't react to things," he said. "You have this air about you - completely jaded, bored almost, so seeing a beautiful man basically naked gets as much a response from you as a picture of, oh say - oatmeal. I have to say that, for me, it's the one thing about you that doesn't fit." There was a long pause and the younger man stared out of his window at the late afternoon traffic. "Just my opinion of course."
Treize gave a softly bemused sigh. "Actually, if the pictures *had've* been of oatmeal, I would've given it back to you and asked if you've taken your medication lately." Then his gaze drifted over to Wufei. "And I've learned that it's safer to not react to things."
"Why is that," Wufei murmured, not taking his eyes from the road outside his window.
"When you're a lawyer, you have to be the master of the poker-face," Treize drawled. "So it's stayed with me."
"Mmm," the boy mused, "good for the courtroom, bad for most other rooms..."
"So it seems," Treize uttered. "I'll have to work on it."
Settling down into his seat, Wufei closed his eyes. "Yes, that would be a good idea. But don't be fake about it. He can spot that a mile away and you'll be out before you know it."
"I have trouble faking things," Treize murmured. "I wouldn't be able to pull it off."
"Good."
Treize made an amused sound. "You're very sure of things, aren't you?"
"I've been with him a long time," Wufei said with a shrug, his eyes still closed. "I wouldn't still be here, able to do all this, if I didn't know what he wanted, what he liked or didn't like. I think I know more about him that anyone else on earth does - and that's not much. It's just... enough to keep him really happy." He stretched his arms over his head and added, "At least - I think he's happy..."
"He seems like a very pleased man," Treize murmured, stifling a yawn. "Uh, gott, I'm tired..."
"We've got about 30 minutes until we get home. Feel free to nap."
"Thanks."
He folded his hands in his lap, and fell asleep sitting up, head nodding down towards his chest.
Dreams slightered through his mind; a few were pleasant, images of his daughter, life as it had been; more were of recent weeks, and darkened halls, and running.
When he woke up, it was to Wufei shaking his shoulder gently.
"We're here?" he murmrued questioningly, getting, for the first time, a good look at the front of the house.
It wasn't really a house -- a victorian style mansion would better fit, all laid in brick and beautiful wood-work.
"I'll take you to my room," Wufei said while they climbed out of the car. "You can get some more rest before tonight. Oh - take the packages in, will you Chas?" He nodded to the trunk of the car and gave a wink to the chauffeur before leading the way into the house.
Treize stretched a little, nodding at Wufei's words. "What's going on tonight?"
"The master will be watching you and me. He likes that... watching..." They went in throught the front door and up the stairs to the east wing of the house. "You probably won't see him, though, although sometimes he likes to come and kiss me goodnight. He might do the same to you."
"Hmm." Treize fell into thought. "How does he watch?"
Wufei was deliberately vague - and yet truthful at the same time. "Oh, in a number of ways..."
More amusement from Treize. "So he enjoys watching more than touching?"
A broad laugh came from the Chinese man. "Oh, no! No I wouldn't say that at all! He *must* touch at some point or he'll get too frustrated," he explained then added in a whisper, "it would make him really cranky too. He gets that way when he hasn't had it in a day or so. It's kind of cute, actually."
They had arrived, a last, at Wufei's door, which he opened to reveal a glowing blue vase full of fragrant stock flowers in blues and light purples and whites. Wufei crossed to the table and picked up a small, white card that stood next to it. It read, "For my dear ones. - M" He handed it to Treize to read and then practically buried his face in the soft, scented mass of blossoms.
/Dear ones?/ Treize questioned mentally, palming the card before he stepped close to Wufei, breathing in deeply. "Ah, god, they smell wonderful... Just... Ah." He smiled, looking at their beautiful arrangement, and the vase, and Wufei's face buried in the mess of flowers. "The more I see, Wufei, the more willing I am to believing that he is a really good person -- Thoughtful, protective, more than handsome..."
"Of course he's a good person," the younger man murmured, still brushing his cheeks along the petals. "He's the best man in the world. You'll see that. I can feel that goodness even when he disciplines me... sometimes especially then..." Wufei's voice trailed off and he wandered over to the bed, shrugging out of his jacket and toeing off his shoes before taking a leap at it and lying spread eagle in the very center. /He's the most perfect man... and yes... I *do* love him... I do.../
Now Treize picked up the vase, breathing in their smell. /Yes, a very good man indeed.../ He'd always loved flowers, and the white roses mixed in with them were simply... beautiful. "Wufei... do you think there's any chance I could find him and thank him tonight?"
Wufei felt a wave of uneasiness pass through him. /It's working too well... either he has something dangerous planned for the master... or my position may be in jeopardy sooner than I thought it would be... Watch your step here.../
"You... you want to see the Master? You could just write him a note..."
"A note? And put it where?" Treize questioned, setting down those roses as he moved to stand beside the bed, stripping off his clothing. /I think the boy is jealous... And I'm simply curious. He's a mystery... A very beautiful mystery./ He folded his shirt carefully, toeing off his shoes.
Wufei was silent for a moment then rolled over to make room for Treize. "Oh, never mind... sure, I can arrange for you to meet with him. It would probably... well it would make him very happy... probably." He let out a sigh and picked up the phone that stood on the nightstand. A moment after he had dialed he was talking. "Hello Peter - it's Wufei, is he free?... No only a moment... It's to schedule a time for him to meet with Treize tonight... Sure I'll hold..." Wufei played absently with the phone cord for a few minutes before speaking again. "Oh... okay... yes, yes... tell him thanks... bye."
Hanging up the receiver, he smiled up at the other man, now completely naked. "You're in for 10pm. You... you can take the plug out now. There's a little door in the wall over there," he pointed towards a notebook sized cherrywood door in the room's outer wall. "There's a basket in it - put it in there and it will be cleaned. Oh! There are the Harrod's packages!"
"Clothes galore," Treize smiled absently, looking at the clock. He had forty-five minutes before it was ten. Carefully, he walked over to the door Wufei had pointed out, removed the plug, and dropped it into the basket, wincing at the pain left in it's wake. "I should probably get dressed again..." He beamed a slight smile at Wufei. "I'm glad you talked me out of utterly screwing myself over here. It's worth it to try. Better this, and you and the master, than what I faced before."
/Now this really *is* suspicious... would someone make a turnaround like that so suddenly? What if he means to harm the Master, who might be so smitten that he wouldn't see something coming at him... damn! I wish I knew for certain!/
To Treize, Wufei just smiled. "Thanks. *I* think it's worth it... but then, I feel very differently about him that you do."
"You've known him for longer," Treize pointed out. "If I can just... get to know him, I'd be able to trust him... I hope." He sighed as he began to dress again, in what he'd worn that day. In the morning he'd sort out the new clothing. "You look a litle confused, Wufei. Do you wonder why I changed my mind? I'll do anything to avoid more pain. All the better if it could mean pleasure."
WUfei did nothing for several moments but regard Treize appraisingly. "Yes, well - that's the way most people view things... I just thought that - well, that wouldn't be your style. You seemed more complicated than that. But," he continued stretching out on his back again with his arms behind his head, "as I said, it'll make him very happy." He was silent for beat and then stood up on the bed and stared down at the usually-taller man. "But just you listen -" he said in a stern voice, eyes just a bit teary, "if you try to hurt him in *any* way, I *swear* I'll come after you myself and make sure you *pay* for it. Understand?"
Forked brows raised. "Why would I hurt him? There's *no* point to it -- what would it gain me? Freedom? No -- I'd be killed."
"Yes you would," Wufei said softly. "So just watch your step..." He looked at the tall man suspisciously. Then ran an appraising eye up and down his body. "You *can't* meet the Master wearing those clothes - they don't even belong to you! You have to look *good.* Now pick something else from what you bought today."
/I suppose so.../ He stripped off his shirt again, moving to rummage through the boxes. He found a pair of the black pants he'd liked so much, the one that just *clung* to his body, and then he grabbed the muted green sweater, sliding it on. It clung, too, and then he was finally dressed, he felt like he'd been run through a static-clingless dryer. "Is this alright, Wufei?"
/Should have kept him in the ugly clothes.../ "Yeah, that's much better. Now you remember how to act around him. Don't speak until you're spoken to, keep your eyes down, don't be too familiar - call him Master, and don't touch until he says it's okay."
A shakey nod, as he drew a breath to calm himself. "Thanks. I'll... we'll see what happens." He leaned in to the lounging boy, kissing him briefly. "Thanks."
End of Chapter 4
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