18 Dec 2000
The aftermath, a long talk, and lemon. ^_~
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 ^_~)
Wufei had reached his room before he realized that Treize hadn't followed him. /Bloody bastard! Well, let him get in trouble. I don't care right now... but what if he's going to try to hurt the Master...?/
With that unpleasant thought in his head, he touched the intercom button for Heero's extension.
"Yuy," said a clipped voice.
"Heero - Wufei here. The Master's new pet has decided to go walkabout upstairs. I don't want him to be able to do anything to the Master - will you check it out?"
"I'm on it," came the terse reply, and then the line went dead.
Back upstairs, Treize knocked softly on the door to Zechs' office, just as a warning before entering, and closing the door softly behind him. "M-master...? I... I came up to apologize to you for... for hte way I acted..."
Zechs turned around from his computer sharply. He'd been on a call, and the site of a slave - a *new* slave at that, just opening his door made a flash of anger mixed with alarm cross his face. He stood, and had just gotten out, "What the -" when the door burst open and a harsh voice said "Get your hands up, bastard!"
Heero Yuy was on the job.
Freezing in place, Treize obediantly raised his hands, expression becoming even sadder than it had been when he'd walked into the office. The full lips were drawn down into a deep frown, sapphire eyes tinged with red and puffy from crying.
Hands still up, the new slave dropped down onto his knees, lifting his eyes to look at Zechs' face. In the aristocratic features was a strange mix of apology, want and... love? Could it have been? "I'm sorry, master -- I just wanted to apologize for my actions of earlier..."
There was a moment's pause. Zechs stared at the man on the floor, trying to read his features, to determine what his true intent was. The he looked up at his bodyguard. "Good work, Heero. I appreciate it." His gaze dropped to Treize again. "I'll take care of this. You can go."
Heero came up from the crouch he'd been in, dropping his arms and re-holstering his gun. He gave Treize a contemptuous snort and left the room.
After several moments of silence, Zechs turned around and walked to the windows, leaning against the back of his desk. "What is this all about, Treize?" he said, voice barely above a whisper.
The older man let his hands drop to his side, though he didn't get off his knees. It took a few moments for him to find his voice for words beyond the easy 'I'm sorry'. "I-I...." /What does english have to be such a hard tongue to speak?/ Whenever he became nervous, it seemed to completely flee his mind, just like it was doing then.
"I wanted t-to tell you that... about the training, master, I... I'm sorry. That I dissapointed you so badly. I want... to stay here, where it's safe, and to please you as best as I can." He kept watching Zechs as he kept speaking. "I... really can't handle chains, though. I want to be able to, I really do, becuase I can tell it pleases you, but..." /I'm a failure, even at this./
The normally eloquent speaking Treize used was running away from him, as sentences became jumbled, harder to form as he held back all noises but a single softly hitching noise of supressed tears. /He'll sell you Khushrenada and that's just it. You'll never even be able to get a single letter to Marimeia./ "I'm so scared master."
"What makes you think I'll sell you?" came the soft response. Zechs was still facing away from Treize. The office lights were dim and a hint of moonlight was coming through the paned windows in front of him, turning his hair to silver.
/What can I tell him, when I don't even understand myself what happened? I don't know who to be angry at, but I suspect it will turn out to be me.../
"But your actions have put me into something of a quandry... Perhaps, it would be best if I let Wufei handle everything from now on." Something inside of him was ripping... tearing...
"From time to time, I make a purchase that doesn't end up working well in terms of me, personally." /And I would never have believed that would happen with you... I thought I sensed something in you... but there it is, no changing that./ "So... I will have Wufei train you and then I will decide from there what should be done."
"No."
Expecting to he yelled at for that, Treize went on with, "Wufei hates me because I've displeased you." Softly spoken up words, as he crawled forward a bit on his knees. "I'd like you to train me, master... Please." /Turn around... let me see your face.../ "It's *you* that has made all the difference of this place, from other places. I want to be able to please you, Master."
A wave of anger and disbelief welled up in the blond. /This is a slave! What in bloody hell does he mean, 'No'! The man seems so intelligent, but he can't even get the most basic rules into his head.../
There was a pause and Zechs turned towards Treize, finding that, stupidly, it actually hurt to look at him. /What the devil is wrong with me? Perhaps I've been at home too long. I need a foreign country and a dozen pretty foreign boys and then I'm sure I'll be myself again.../
"You're not the man I thought you to be," Zechs said, not fully understanding why he said it or what it meant. "I suppose it might be different after Wufei is done with you, but -" Another long pause. "I've had other slaves like you, a couple of times. They balked at everything and then told me what they thought I wanted to hear after it was all over, and they were frightened that their positions were at stake. I knew your background when I bought you. And I knew that you would be wanting and hoping to return to you're original life. But there was something very stupid, very mulish in me that thought..."
/Only a bit more to say. You can make it through, and then he'll be gone.../ Running a hand through long bangs, Zechs rubbed his eyes, feeling weary when he usually felt enegized after sex. "The truth is, Treize, that your apology just proves my point - that I *was* wrong about you. Your concerns are only with yourself, and while that may work in the world that you come from, it doesn't fit well with me. So perhaps..." he turned away again, not wanting Treize to see him in the state he was currently in. "Perhaps I will sell you. But don't worry. I would never give you to someone who would hurt you... I know two or three men who treat their slaves very well, and they wouldn't care if you didn't give a fig for them as long as you were good in bed."
It was only after those words were already out that he realized he should have never said them.
"[I don't lie]," Treize stressed softly in Russian, still keeping his chin up to look sadly up at Zechs' face. "I just need time to adjust to it all -- how would *you* react if after years of living this life, you suddenly realised you hated bondage and were straight?! I'm going through a sort of culture shock, and I just.. need time to adjust." His gaze dropped, as he began to doubt Zechs listened to him. "[I don't lie.] I *don't* enjoy sex with people I feel *nothing* for, Master -- and last night was so.... perfect. You felt so good, and *you* enjoyed yourself... and there's a strange sort of high knowing that you managed to make another enjoy himself so much. I wanted to do it for you again, but I couldn't *move* to touch you."
"There it is again!" Zechs said in exasperation, showing a temper that very, very few people had ever seen. He whirled around to face Treize, hair flying out behind him. "You have made it quite clear in the last two days, both to myself and to Wufei, that we are, in effect, making irritating demands on you. You believe it's acceptable for you to point out things that we do that are unacceptable to you, and tell us why *we* were the ones in the wrong! You are a very learned man, Treize! Surely you can comprehend that the position of a slave is not to dictate what his Master is doing *wrong!*"
He gave a half-hearted and slightly cynical laugh. "That's why you're not right, you see? You can't budge an *inch* from those *damned* behaviors of yours, no matter the fact that you've been sold to me, that I *own* you!"
Zechs dropped to his knees beside Treize. He *had* to make the man see the utter nonsense of what he was saying. "Slaves, Treize, do not tell their masters what to do!"
Treize bent in close, wrapping his arms around Zechs' waist, laying his head in the other man's lap. "I know, Master," he murmured, sincere to the bone. He did know -- it was a rule of common sense, really. "I know, but... Please... Compromise with me, at least. Grasp a young tree by the top and wrench it down, and it will break without having done what you want. Pull it slowly and it will bend like a sapling that didn't have all those years before it." Cheek resting against Zechs' crotch, he nuzzled lightly. "I feel something for you. But if you say that is why you want to get rid of me... you might as well say you can't keep me becuase I'm a purple chicken."
"I beg you're pardon?" Zechs said in astonished disbelief. He grasped Treize by the shoulders, bringing him up to his knees so that they were eye to eye. "I haven't the *faintest* idea what you're on about, but understand this: I am *not* looking for your sympathy, nor do I need kind words after the fact. I'm a bit more shrewd that that, I would hope. So please, stop saying these things. You're motives are completely transparent." /And *damn* you to hell, why do you have to be so bloody *perfect* in every other way.../
"They are? Then, they're so transparent that I can't see them," he murmured, meeting Zechs' gaze with his own still tear-ridden one, though the tears no longer flowed, they were still there, picking hotly behind his eyes. "I do *not* lie. I am speaking english, aren't I? I'm sorry I dissapointed you back there -- but you can't take a dog, tell it to do a trick, and then yell at it for doing it wrong the first time. One chance? That's all I get here?" He shifted a little closer, eyes holding steady. "Your company is enjoyable, Master, and I want to stay in it."
Zechs let go of him, sitting back on his heels. "Treize -" he said in a profoundly weary voice, "I've told you that if I decided to sell you that you would go to a place where you would be safe, where you would not be abused. Why should it matter *who* owns you? You're not like Wufei. There's no tie between us..." /But I had hoped, hadn't I? Hoped, and not been honest with myself.../
"Any master who treats you well surely would be welcome," the blond continued. "And it hasn't just been one incident, Treize. You're constantly doing things that I should be punishing you for."
"Before, I was hit for breathing the wrong way," Treize murmured. "I've never been sure of just where the lines lay..." That was an almost absent comment, as he lifted a hand to touch Zechs' face, stroking his cheek. "I... trust you to not sell me to another bastard if it comes to that, but... I don't want to be sold at all. I want to stay here. Teach me. Enforce it. Try for more than just two days."
He should have pulled away - here it was again, more unbidden touches. Instead, he sighed. "Your actions give you away, Treize. I... I know now that your heart... your heart will never be in this, not the way I want it to be. For most of my pets that would be perfectly acceptable, but..." Searching eyes again, blue meeting deeper blue and then a reciprocating hand, brushing soft lips with a thumb. "It's different with you, somehow... I don't want it to be, but there it is..." /Ah, well - I couldn't have kept it from him anyway. He'd have seen it if he'd ever looked beyond the surface.../
Treize's expression turned to something more tender, still sincere. And there was no guilt mixed in at all, as he asked, "My actions give what away, Master? You seem to be convincing yourself that you don't want me around. Does it... scare you? It scares me. Something feels.... right."
A faint look of alarm crossed Zechs's face and he stood, walking to his window again and hugging his arms, yet again, a habit that no one else saw. "No, it can't be," he said at last. "First off, if it was right for you, Treize, you wouldn't be constantly breaking my rules, now would you? You would be eager to learn and to do things the correct way... And second..." he hesitated, willing himself to say it. "And second, I'm not that sort of person, you see. I don't form attachments like that. I have everything I want without attachments," he went on, a little faster now, "so I don't need them. I never want for companionship or sex, so why would I look for anything further?"
"Becuase you throughly convinced me of how wrong a loveless marriage is," the older man murmured reasonably, still staying kneeling, at least a token aknowledgement of Zechs' veiws. "How different is loveless marriage from loveless sexual relations with slaves? I am trying to change, and eager to learn what I can, but it takes *two* to tango."
"It's not the same," Zechs insisted stubbornly, still unable to fathom how he could be here, *arguing* with a slave, for God's sake, as if he were one of his business colleagues or a fellow slaver. But he couldn't stop for some reason... wasn't sure he wanted to.
"The life I live is not a lie, as your marriage would have been. I'm honest about what I want, and why I'm with the men I bed. Besides, if I make compromises with you, then I endanger my position as the master of this house. How can I let you make some of the decisions, tell me what I'm doing that you want changed, and not allow that to someone like Wufei who's been with me half his life! And if him, then where would it stop? Obedience can't be 'maybe' or 'sometimes.' You either obey or you don't obey, there's no in-between. What would you say to that, Treize? Should I just let all of this go? Everything I've worked for, all my life? That's where compromise gets a man. It's the thin end of the wedge..." /And maybe, just maybe, if I keep talking my world will not have been turned upside down tonight and everything will go back to the way it was.../ But would it? Zechs wasn't very convinced and it was starting to make him distinctly nervous.
"Perhaps," Treize murmured quietly. "But you knew who I was when you bought me, and you knew what I used to be. And I know I can never go back to that now. So if it suits you, praise me when I obey and punish me when I don't, and soon I'll be a lap-dog like everyone else you own -- maybe moreso. But I haven't trusted anyone on a personal level, like I trust you, since Leia. I'll give you everything I can, short of becoming a completely different person for you, Master. Becuase I want to please you, and I want to try to be a companion, and good sex for you, even if you won't have anything else that should go with it."
"And what would that be, Treize?" Zechs said softly, walking to one of his bookcases and running long fingers over the mellow-colored spines. "What "should" go with it?"
"Apparently nothing you have any intrest in," Treize murmured, voice just faintly bitter. "'Attachments' and the likes." /God forbid you ever see a 'personal' slave like Wufei or myself as anything more than a cherished toy./
Stopping at one particular shelf, the tall blond caressed the length of a book and then turned to look at Treize. "This from a man who was prepared to marry only for motherhood? You're telling me that *you* think these things are important?"
Treize winced, as if those words were an accusation, before he looked up to Zechs. "I did it becuase of my 'attachment' to my daughter."
"Hn, parents and children," Zechs murmured, almost to himself, "let's not get into that one..." He turned his back to the bookshelves and propped himself against them with his palms behind him. "It's been my experience that people are unreliable, and that the best way to secure what you need is to take control from the start. No one can turn it around on you then, you see? No one can hurt me because I don't believe what they tell me. I assume from the start that people are just out for themselves, and are around me because they think they can 'get' something from me. So I've just made it up-front. I own my slaves because I like having sex with pretty men and my slaves are with me because I can provide them with the things they want." There was a beat of silence. "Except for you."
"You could," Treize said, "you just won't." A beat of silence all on his own. "But I'm happy enough just being fed and warm and with something to do. That alone is enough for me."
That was the final blow. The strange thing he'd felt when he'd seen Treize for the first time had turned out to be completely false. Drawing his reserve around him like a tourniquet to stanch a terrible wound, he looked cooly at the new man. "Then by all means, Treize - that is all you will get. You may go."
But Treize didn't move, his eyes glistening suspiciously. "You said I wouldn't be dismissed until eleven -- it's only nine."
There was a look of absolute incredulity on Zechs's face now. /The man is impossible! This can't really be happening!/
He folded his arms in front of him and frowned in utter disbelief. "Did you do this to your other masters? I'm not surprised they beat you if you did. Here you've been going on about being eager to please and you can't follow the simplest direction! You tell me in one breath that all you want is food, shelter, and something to occupy your mind, and in another you want to stay around for something more. Your impossible, do you know that?"
He didn't wait for an answer. "And just what in heaven's name do you think I would have you do at this hour? My plans for this evening had been very different, but they weren't to be. If things had gone according to those plans, I would still be in bed with you and Wufei. Instead, he's no doubt in his room, feeling cheated, and I don't much blame him, and the two of us are... are *arguing* for God's sake over how I should run my house." He held up three elegant fingers. "You are fed," he said pointing to one, "You are adequately sheltered," another point. "And, you will have work to do in the morning," he said, gripping the last of them. "You want for nothing else, Treize, so I will give you just that - nothing else!" /Why are you doing this to me? You're tearing me apart... Treize.../
It seemed for the moment that the older man's teeth were gritting. "Forgive me. I seemed to have used words improperly. I meant to..." He drew a shaky breath, before going, "You told me you would give nothing but sex. I *want* more -- the 'attachments' you so fear -- but you've made it clear that those things will not happen."
Zechs was silent for a moment. Then he crossed the room to the liquor cabinet and poured two drinks. He put one on the floor next to Treize as he walked past him to sit on the floor in front of the fire. "It's funny," he said, "I thought it was you who said that..."
Treize stayed where he was, still kneeling. "'And second, I'm not that sort of person, you see. I don't form attachments like that. I have everything I want without attachments, so I don't need them'," he qouted back to Zechs, voice soft. /Thank god I can still quote things I remember.../
The blond man stared intently into the fire for several minutes before speaking. "Treize - we are in this position because you could not bring yourself to enjoy the same things that Wufei and I enjoy. The first words out of your mouth to me afterwards were a question - "Can I be untied now?" He took a long pull on his drink, running fingers through his bangs again. "I assumed from those words that you would be happier if we didn't subject you to that again. Am I incorrect in believing that?"
"I wanted to be untied so I could touch you," Treize murmured softly, walking himself closer to Zechs on his knees. "The control it takes to follow orders in that situation is... impressive. And it's new. But I'm *not* adverse to trying to learn more."
Without looking behind him, Zechs reached back for Treize's hand and just held it. "You a very complicated man, Treize," he said softly. "And I deal in absolutes..."
Contact seemed to be what Treize wanted most, becuase he held onto Zechs' hand, thumbs rubbing over the back of it. "There really aren't many things that are absolute, Master."
/Even when I'm doing my damnedest to reach out, he's nothing but criticism.../ Zechs felt a small wave of sadness pass through him. He'd aranged his life very precisely, to his exact liking and now... well now he just couldn't say that anymore. "In my world there have been many - up until now."
"I'm trying on you, I know," Treize murmured, bringing the other's man hand up to nuzle teh palm lightly. It wasn't sensual, it wasn't seductive, it just... was.
"What is it you want from me, Treize - besides the obvious?" The ice in his glass looked like glowing jewels as he took a drink and the cubes moved in front of the fire. "It's probably best to just be honest about it..."
"To get to know you better. The solace of your company." The smooth tenor voice sounded ragged, tired as he spoke, still stroking the hand he held. "'Attachments', if you'll let me have them with you. I know I'm not some sexy little pet, and that I'm irritating, but... I'm willing."
There was a tug on Treize's arm as Zechs pulled him forward to sit opposite him in front of the small, glowing fire. A small frown of puzzlement formed on the blond's face as long, golden fingers traced the outlines of the older man's cheeks and lips. "You *are* irritating," Zechs said, now following the curve of Treize's forked brows, "in the extreme... But you are wrong on the other count. When I look at you, I feel nothing but desire..."
Leaving his fingers on Treize's face, Zechs leaned forward and claimed a soft kiss from his troublemaker.
Sitting now, Treize leaned into the kiss, eyes closing gently as he gave the same tender kiss back. Kissing Anne or Leia had never felt so good, even so light a kiss as that was, with Zechs, it was near overwhelming. "Mmmm."
One of Zechs's hands wandered up and tangled in the silk of Treize's hair, tugging him closer and deepening their kiss. Then he pulled Treize's legs up so that they were on either side of Zechs hips, Treize's bottom in between Zechs legs - and the kissing began in earnest. "Mmmmn... so very, very sweet..."
Gentle passion of the sort Treize liked best, with steady openmouthed kisses. "Taste so good... Mmm, like strawberries," Treize murmured between kisses, one hand resting onf Zechs' shoulder, the other rubbing unconsciously along the man's side.
"You're more trouble... mmmmn... than you're worth... mmm... you know that don't you...?" Their mouths were locked now, tongues sparring in an ancient dance that they had only partial control over. "Ahh, but *God* you feel like heaven... my beautiful Treize..." His hands slid down to the older man's shoulders, then dropped, to land lightly on the soft inner thighs and ghosted over the tender flesh there. "Ohhhhhh... I want you so badly... sweet honey skin..."
"Ohhh...." A soft moan as Treize kept up the kisses Rocking lightly back and forth atop Zechs' lap. "You're so... Ohhhhh. Gut... engel," he groaned, feeling the hard muscle just beneath his bottom and under his thighs. "I'll *try*... Uhm. To be less troublesome..."
A low growl was all the response he got as Zechs nuzzled down to the tender junction of neck and shoulder, kissing and licking, slowly, but with the burning heat of a slow fire. Strong hands found their way to Treize's shoulders and the next thing the older man knew the front of his mesh suit was being torn away and Zechs was pushing him over on his back. The blond moaned and then fell on the stiff little nubs as a starving man would a feast, suckling them and giving them little nips as his his hips began to press against Treize's. "Mine, mine, mine..." he panted and then went back to his feast.
The ripping of hte thin mesh had been a shock to Treize, and after that jolt, he was on his back and Zechs was atop him -- there was nothing to do but follow instinct and wants. His legs wrapped around Zechs' waist, ankles crossing to better hold on as the flurry of blond hair attacked his chest. So much sensation, and all of it was good... "Master!" he moaned softly.
The blond man's tongue gave several rapid flicks over each nipple, drawing each into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth before suckling hungrily. When both nubs were swollen with suckling and desire, Zechs trailed open-mouthed kisses down his slave's belly, reveling in the lean, flat lines, dipping into the rounded navel, and tearing mesh away as he went. The feeling was so intense this way - a ravishment of sorts, a celebration of urgency and desire that Zechs found irresistible.
And there was no protesting from Treize, only pleasured moans as his hands tangled into Zechs' hair and his legs tightened around his mast'ers lean waist. "More, more..." he panted out quietly.
Zechs had reached the soft and fragrant hair between Treize's legs and he buried his face in it, drinking in the scent that was only Treize, feeling a warm, bobbing erection against his chin. Pressing the other man's legs wide open, he began licking and kissing vulnerable inner thighs that trembled as he held them up above the floor.
Finally, he nuzzled his way to Treize's balls, sucking at each as if they were ripe fruit and pressing his slave open even farther.
The grasp on Zechs' waist loosened as Treize lolled on the ground, moaning quietly and occasionally bucking up to Zechs' wonderous mouth as his legs opened more and more, trying to give Zechs all the acess he wanted.
"Ich... ah!" Shuddering from a touch to his cleft, the phrase died on his lips. "Oh, Master..."
Low, answering moans come in reply as Zechs ran his tongue up Treize's firm shaft. Reaching the tip, he wrapped one hand around the base and wriggled his tongue into the weeping slit at the top, sucking the fluid from it before tracing circles around the sensitive edge.
Then, gradually, the circles grew wider and he took Treize in deeper, making little pleasured noises as he did. /I'll make you moan, Treize... I'll make you scream with pleasure.../
Not thrusting up, Treize just moaned louder, hands carding gently through Zechs' hair -- he'd hate to inflict any sort of pain on his master. It was just enough to give him support when he moved his legs up to rest on Zechs' shoulders, struggled through breathing before movement.
This time there was no reprimand - Zechs was too far gone in pleasure to care. He loved the way Treize tasted, the smell of the man, the noises he made. He loved the feel of the long, lean body under his hands and he loved the strange way they seemed to fit together as the rocked and touched. He was a creature of pure sensation and was very happy to remain that way...
Treize was intent that he wouldn't displease Zechs this time -- that he'd wait to be told to come. And until then, he was going to take every pleasure he could, rocking slightly up to the cavern of pure warmth that had swallowed him. His master was so generous with touching and the strands of silvery hair felt all so silken in his grasp.
Zechs had taken the long shaft in all the way, using long-practiced skills to relax the back of his throat as he felt it brush there. He devoured Treize greedily and while his mouth was busy with that, his fingers began to explore the lovely cleft of the man's bottom, brushing over it at first with the lightest strokes before squeezing and lifting the rounded globes and pressing an eager finger in to rub softly at a fluttering entrance. /Oh, need him... so very badly... inside... inside.../
The man's hips seemed to eagerly pulsate between Zechs' mouth and his prying finger, steady jerking rocks, and every so often his fingers would clench a little, curling into strands of pale hair. "Master, Please! Master!!"
/Wait for it, Treize... not yet.../ Sliding carefully off of the engorged shaft, Zechs pushed Treize's knees up until only his shoulders remained on the floor. With his slave fully spread out before him, he bent his head and feasted - burying his face between the rounded globes and pressing deep, deep into the other man with his tongue before withdrawing and flicking the entrance several times. With each dive Treize got wetter and wetter until little drips of fluid began to run down his hips, and Zechs knew he was fully prepared.
It was heaven and hell, prepackaged as one thing, and Treize didn't want to stop the wet tongue from delving into him, the squirming opening his sore entrance more. /So good... this... is how it should be. I can touch him like this.../
Pulling his tongue out, Zechs lowered Treize's hips and pressed his own long member against that warm, wet place, so eager to get in that he trembled. And soon he felt that lovely wedge, the moment when a man's body grips his partners' and pulls him into the dark, damp treasure that waits inside.
"Master," Treize panted softly. "Master, I want you in me -- it feels so good..."
With low humming for reply, Zechs drew back and put his hands to the fine mesh covering his slave's bottom. He gave a throaty growl and ripped the mesh from Treize's body, pressing in, slowly but steadily, the feeling of the delicate, ruined fabric one of the most powerful erotic he'd ever known. It took time, because Treize was still very tight, but the heat and the shreds of mesh fluttering on his shaft as he pushed it in further more than made up for it.
And Treize was perfection... what they were doing was perfection - rape without the real violence, assault with passion and desire on both sides.
"Hnnn..." Treize's eyes closed, head shaking fitfully on the carpet of the floor. Zechs had tilted him up so the light and heat of the fire came straight at him, illuminating pale skin that was marred in spots with thin scars. One knee had gotten over Zechs' shoulder again, but the other leg lay usless as Treize just rocked minutely against his master's thick impalement.
"Oh, Master... You're so deep inside me... so *hot*."
"Yes," Zechs managed to whisper. "Claiming you as mine... I want to mark you so everyone knows you belong to me... and I want you, Treize..." he said, voice deepening. He lifted Treize's other leg to his shoulder and then leaned forward, pressing the last inch of his shaft inside. His lips ghosted above Treize's, so close to kisses he could almost taste them, but... not quite. "I want your body," he murmured and thrust in deep. "I want your soul," and another deep push, "I want you as my slave, my toy, and I want to worship you for the exquisite man that you are..." One more press, as deep as he could go, and then he pulled out, about half way.
"Now, lovely Treize... you may move..." As he said the words, he began quick, short thrusts aimed directly at his slave's prostate. Over and over the sensitive gland was rubbed as Zechs began to moan softly.
Sharp shots of pleasure raced through his body, trembling as he began to move wantonly back onto his impalement. "Ich..." Again, the word died on his lips, as the buffeting waves of pleasure threatened to destroy his foundation, threatened to make him spill over and disobey his master. "Ich leibe..." A whimper, and his feverish expression twisted with some emotion akin to rapture as his hands caught around Zechs' neck. Being bent nearly in half, spread so open for the man was so wonderous.
"Ahhh..." Zechs's movements were no longer conscious, just pure sexual instinct as he pounded into Treize. He wanted to let go, wanted to close his eyes and let his body take all sense away from him, but his own training was too complete. He was a Master, and to Zechs's way of thinking, that meant waiting until the slave was satisfied.
So, in a hoarse, breathy whisper, he gave his pet permission, staring into eyes gone impossibly blue. "Now, Treize! Give it up to me. I want *everything* you have..."
Holding Zechs' eyes, Treize's entire body seemed to convulse as he let his control drop like a brick. "Master!" That sharp out-pealing cry, nearly a scream, as he came, painting his chest, and Zechs' chest with thick semen. And to add to all the wonderful sensation, he seemed to pull Zechs in further, the muscles spasming around the thick erection.
It was too much, that powerful clenching, with a primitive rhythm all it's own. Zechs could feel release stealing up on his the way a swimmer feels the first push of a large wave. Then, as it happened, he started to pull away, to close his eyes and let his head fall back as he normally did, but something stopped him and instead he cried out and buried his face against the sweet dampness of Treize's neck. "Dear God... Treize... ah my dear Treize..."
Giving the still trembling man a chance to clutch Zechs closer, letting his legs fall off of Zechs' shoulders before he snapped in two. "Ich... Ich leibe Du," he whispered quietly, pressing a kiss to Zechs' hair as he just laid there on the floor, still holding Zechs within him, and holding him close.
Zechs pulled the other man towards him, careful to stay deep inside, so that they lay on their sides, facing each other. Powerful arms stroked the length of Treize's back and brushed damp hair away from his face. Pulling back a bit, Zechs looked at the man in his arms. "You take my breath away... Treize..."
"Master.... that was wonderful," Treize murmured, shifting closer, slowly so as not to loose Zechs from within him. "Felt like we were one."
"Mmmm - and you did so well, dear one," Zechs breathed in reply, pulling Treize against him and resting his cheek against ginger silk. "I love the way it feels... being so deep inside of you... your body is like heaven to me..."
Still breathing hard, Treize nodded slowly, clinging comfortably to his owner. "So pleasurable, Master. *Thank* you."
They lay in thick, comfortable silence for a time until Zechs murmured, "I really should send you back downstairs now..." The words were spoken, but absolutely no indication that the speaker was about to put the words into practice.
Treize shifted just a little closer, and moaned softly when Zechs slid from him, feeling suddenly empty. "Mmmm." Pressed against his owner's body and all the cloth that covered it, Treize was content to just stay there as long as possible.
"Treize...?" came a somewhat sleepy voice, pressed close against the slave's ear. "I think I'm going to take you to France with me..."
"Mmm... I'll have the report ready for you tommorow evening, Master," Treize whispered, equally sleepy and deliciously sated. First the pounding he'd taken in the study, then the emotional exhuastion that followed, now this... But it was so good! And safe there, completely so, as he snuggled himself closer to Zechs.
(:./kumiko/velvet11)
