26 Jun 2001
TITLE: Velvet
AUTHOR: Kat & kumi!
PART: 36/42
FANDOM: Gundam Wing
PAIRING: A puddle of Treize, Zechs and Wufei
WARNINGS: lemon, lemon, lemmmmon!
DISCLAIMER: Not ours. *sigh* ^_~
They drove the rest of the way in silence and when they arrived at the house Anne went straight upstairs, closing the bedroom door.
/What do you expect, Treize? You shattered her heart..../ He moved slowly about the house, taking the prescription Dr. Thelander had given him, before nearing the phone, and dialing that familiar number to Zechs' office.
"Hello? Is Zechs there?"
It was Trowa who answered. "May I ask who's calling, please?"
A moment's pause, and Treize cleared his throat. "Trowa -- It's Treize. Can you get Zechs? I need to talk to him."
"Ah..." There was a moment of hesitation and then Trowa spoke again. "Zechs is out of the country, Treize. He left this morning."
"Damn." Treize shifted his weight onto his other hip, staring at hte blank wall. "Do you know how I can contact him?"
Another pause, longer this time. "Treize... I don't mean to pry, but what's this about? He's on holiday and I really don't like the idea of disturbing him unless it's urgent."
/Holiday... he needed a holiday after everything that happened.../Treize mused, sighing softly. Did he go alone? take someone with him...? Someone was with him. Probably Wufei, or maybe.... a new slave? /No. He wouldn't replace me.... would he?/ And that was why he was calling -- for assurance that he was making the right choice. "It's not *urgent*, Trowa, but it is important."
"Well," Trowa said hesitantly, "you won't be able to reach him by phone. They're up in Norway - at a lodge that's fairly remote. He didn't take a pager or a computer, so you'd have to send a message to someone in the little town that's nearby and then convince them to take it to the lodge. Probably easier to go there yourself. They were trying to get away from things..."
It was hard to not ask who the other half of 'they' was... /Wufei. spending time with someone who won't run from him, who won't hurt him.../"Can you give me the address, Trowa?"
Trowa breathed a sigh. "Uh... sure. Let me go get it." He was gone for a minute or two, then came back on. "It's called the Nordskog Hus, and it's off the little highway that runs north from the town of Jessheim. That's the best I can give you."
/Dammit./ "When will they be back...?"
"He wasn't specific about that. Sounded like they were going to stay for awhile and then, when they were ready, they'd get back in touch. I really can't be more specific than that."
"Oh. Well, Trowa, thank you for your help," Treize murmured. "Good bye."
After he hung up the phone, Treize sat there for a few minutes, thinking on what to do next. He'd written down the place where Zechs was...
"Anne?" Standing, he made his way to the bedroom. "Anne...?"
She opened the bedroom door slowly. Her face was red and swollen - it was obvious she'd been crying. "What is it, Treize?"
"Anne..." A soft breath, before he stepped forward to embrace her, to support her. "Please don't cry, Anne..." He smiled a little as he pulled back a little, "You should be happy to know that's he's in Norway with Wufei right now."
She looked at him, a look of bewilderment on her face. "Why should that make me happy?"
"I don't know. You seemed to not want me to contact him," Treize murmured.
She didn't say anything, just walked back into the room and sat down on the bed, wrapping a throw around her. "So what will you do now?"
Sighing quietly, he leaned against the door-jamb. "I've no idea, Anne --would you rather I wait here until I can contact him, or that I go after him to find him?"
Wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders, she looked at him in hurt surprise. "*That* is not *my* decision to make for you, Treize. You do what you see fit. Just please inform me of your decision before you take any action."
"I had rather hoped, Anne, that we could at least remain friends when this was all done," he murmured quietly, sitting down beside her on the bed.
"Friends," she whispered in a hoarse voice. "Why do men always want to stay 'friends'?" She bit back a wave of bitterness. "Will beings 'friends' make you feel better about what you're doing? Will it help you get over the fact that you're breaking a promise?"
And she was right -- it stung. "I have to break a promise no matter what I do, Anne. Would you rather I live a lie to make you happy?"
It had never struck her that way - that Treize had been lying, to himself and to her, even before the kidnapping. "So... so our life before..." Her voice was weak and it was hard to just say the words. "Our life before was all a lie? When we were in bed, that was lie? You didn't feel anything?"
One arm slid around her shoulder slowly, and he swallowed. "I felt.... like..." Like his throat was drying up, his courage shrivelling up with it, and taking the words with him as he bowed his head to gather himself. "I felt nothing wrong *then*, Anne. But I know I was lying to myself. Every day was a push onward, but I thought it was just the stress of work..."
"Treize, your body doesn't lie. You either felt good or you didn't. Now be *honest* with me for God's sake!"
"I..." He swallowed again, decidedly looking away now. "When we were together, Anne, in bed, I'd have drifting thoughts about... lots of things. The errand boy. That gag calender Catherine got me..."
Her eyes widened in shock and hurt. "You... you thought about *men*... when we were making love?"
"I-I didn't mean to," he replied, feeling that... fear rise up in him. /Gott, I wish Zechs was here.../ "I thought something was wrong with me..."
"Well maybe something *is*, if you'd go on with a relationship, a romantic, *sexual* relationship with someone you aren't the least bit attracted to!" She had moved away from him on the bed and now looked at him as though he were a stranger. "Did you ever... were you ever... *with* anyone... while we were together?"
"No, Anne," he spoke, looking hurt. "You think I'd cheat on you? Never. I'd never do something so base..."
A hoarse laugh escaped her as once again she pulled the blanket around her tighter. It had become a kind of shield from the things he said, a symbolic way to soften the terribly blows that seemed to never end.
"You wouldn't do something so base... but you *would* fantasize about the errand boy and pretend it was me you were thinking about." The shame of what she was saying, the bitter pain it brought caused the tears to prick behind her eyes again. But, when she looked back at the moment, several years later, she would point to this particular moment as the time that sense returned.
"Treize... I think... I think that you should go and find him..." It was hard, her resolved wasn't steady and that meant flashes of unbearable pain, but she continued. "I think you belong with him and frankly... I don't really want to be around you right now. It hurts too much..."
"Of course," he whispered roughly. "I.... still have a few things to tie together. Catherine and Trowa..." It struck him just then, that there was Trowa and Trowa -- Zechs' slave, and Catherine's brother. A softly nervous laugh slid out of him, "I'd still like to talk to them, but... I'll call now and see the soonest flight out, Anne. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize anymore, Treize. It doesn't help right now." She laid back down on the bed, the blanket completely covering her. "Close the door on your way out."
"Yes."
The latch clicked softly behind him.
"Oh, it's beautiful, Master!" Wufei cooed as he peered out the window --he'd seen snow time and time again in London, but it was so *pure* looking!
"I'm glad you like it," Zechs murmured, poking the fire so that it blazed brighter. "We've got it for two weeks if we want it."
"Oh, can we?"! he asked, face filled nearly with glee as he turned around. "It's so beautiful up here, Master -- and peaceful. I've never felt peace like this before..." Walking with purpose across the wooden floor, Wufei sidled up to his long-time owner. "Except in your arms."
"You can stay there for two weeks straight as well," Zechs murmured, pulling Wufei down next to him in front of the fire. /Please... little angel... make me forget about him... I want it to stop hurting.../
Curling instinctively against his owner, Wufei snuggled himself close. "Two weeks in front of a fire, in all of this snow... yes, Master. Nothing's better in the *world* than you."
"Oh, I'm sure there are plenty better in the world than I, but bless you for saying it." Smoothing the black hair away from Wufei's face, he kissed the top of the younger man's head. /I can tell you for a fact that I'm unworthy, Wufei... I did everything wrong... and he let me know it.../
He looked down at the familiar body, curled tight against him. "Wufei... what would you say if... if I gave you your freedom?" It was one of the hardest things he'd ever said. He loved being Wufei's master, loved the care that it implied, the responsibility. But masters and lovers were two different things...
"I'd say to not bother," Wufei smiled, kissing Zechs' neck, "because I'd happily do the same things whether I was free or not, master -- I love you. I love serving you, being with you as often as I can be... I love being around you."
The tall blond smiled, a little sadly. "Freedom doesn't appear to be a highly-prized commodity among my slaves," he murmured, hugging Wufei to him as he stared into the fire. "To a Master granting it is one of the most fundamentally difficult things he's ever done, but to the slave..." He rested his cheek against the top of Wufei's head. "Why is that, I wonder...?"
"Becuase I'm happy to be with you no matter what," Wufei murmured, tilting his head back to kiss the underside of Zechs' chin. "Free or not, I want to stay with you -- so being given freedom doesn't matter to me at all. It's just a word that doesn't change how I like to live." Copper lips thinned as he thought about it more. "Maybe that's why Treize left, Zechs -- maybe he thought you were pushing him out, or... I don't know. He was stupid to leave."
"No, no, don't say that," Zechs whispered, raking his fingers through Wufei's dark hair. "It was what he wanted... I suppose he was never really happy with me and..." A single tear fell and melted into the dark silk below his cheek. "I wouldn't want him to stay, being that unhappy..."
"Oh, Master," Wufei whispered tenderly, slender arms tightening around the larger man. "Maybe... it's just what he told you it is -- that he needed to work things out before he could come back."
Zechs was silent for a moment, fighting back more tears. Then he gently tugged on Wufei's hair, pulling his head back and pressing his mouth to the younger man's neck. "Help me forget about him, angel..." he whispered against the warm skin. "Please help me..."
"I love you so much, Zechs. My master. You'll always be my Master, no matter how much freedom you give me," Wufei uttered tremulously, hugging Zechs closer still as he felt tears start to swell in his own eyes. "I want to forget him, too."
The skin he nuzzled was soft and fragrant and Zechs nipped at it lightly with his teeth as his hands slid down to pull off Wufei's trousers. He pushed him down onto his back on the soft rug before the fire and let his gaze wander over the smooth, compact body and great, dark eyes that had never failed to excite him. "My lovely boy," he whispered, as he nestled himself between Wufei's legs. "I need your magic..." Zechs's lips trailed down from one caramel-colored ear to the end of Wufei's jaw. "So please be kind... don't keep it from me..."
"It's all yours," Wufei purred tenderly as he pressed his face up to that mouth, one leg moving around Zechs' waist to pull their bodies close; one handed, Wufei began to removed Zechs' sweater. "Hot... you're a fire in this cold..."
The sweater came off with ease, long, fair hair swept to one side of Zechs's face as he grabbed hold of Wufei's hands and pressed them against the bare skin of his chest. "It's true, my lovely pet," he breathed, guiding trembling fingers to rub against his nipples. "I want to burn you up... to consume you... and make you part of me..." Blond hair tumbled to Wufei's shoulder as Zechs leaned over with an animal grace to put one hand on either side of the slave's head, staring down at his prey with half-lidded eyes and panted breath. Slowly, his knees worked under Wufei's, causing the smaller man's legs to be pushed up, and then Zechs pressed his own cloth-covered erection against Wufei's bottom. Very deliberately, Zechs took the other man's wrists, one in each of hand, and pinned them over the dark head.
"Ohhh, *now* I've got you where I want you... and no one for miles to hear your struggle if you try to get away... completely... and utterly... at my mercy..."
That was what Wufei loved to see -- it assured him that Zechs just might be okay, just might not be permanently hurt by Treize's betrayal. And it was so wonderful, in the snow and isolation and Zechs, just Zechs there with him... "Make me yours, Master. Claim me, make me feel you deep inside," he coaxed, wrapping one leg around a slender waist as he rocked slightly, just barely straining at Zechs' grasp of his wrists. "I want you in me, master, so badly..."
Zechs sank into Wufei's body with a sweet and savage joy. No matter how many times they'd had sex, and it was many more times than he could even begin to count, there was always this deep, intense pleasure that Zechs found in penetrating the slender Chinese man. It had always been that way. The first night they'd been together Zechs had kept Wufei up until nearly dawn, fucking him again and again, craving the feeling the boy gave him. In all the years since then, it hadn't waned. Wufei's body was still the powerful magnet it always had been to him.
Now he straightened up, lifting Wufei's hips off the bed and holding them there, thrusting steadily into him and closing his eyes in pure pleasure. "Ah, God... Wufei... want to fuck you 'til you scream..."
"Please," Wufei begged in a shaking voice, as he pushed back, arching his hips up to rub his raging cock against Zechs' hard stomach. "So good, master... ah, I need you. Deep inside me." The hard, rocking shoves into his body pulsed through him like a wash of blood through his veins.
The urgency in Wufei's movements was so terribly erotic that Zechs gave a long, low whimper, grasping Wufei's erection and pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts. /Ahhh... so primitive... so *animal*... he makes me this way every time... can't fuck him hard enough.../
Like they were trying to become one person, from two bodies, Wufei couldn't get enough of Zechs, deep inside of him, shoving and thrusting, tugging at his erection and making him want to scream out loud. And he did scream, a loud outcry of pure pleasure, body arching harder against Zechs' as he >strained to keep from coming...
"Not yet, little angel," Zechs panted. The thrusting felt too good to stop and he knew the moment Wufei came that he would follow, pulled over the edge by the tight clenching of his body and the lovely noises he made. For a few minutes more, he buried himself as deeply as he could, rasping against the smooth bump of prostate, until he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
"Come for me, angel" he whispered. "Give me *everything*..."
"Everything!" Wufei gasped out, shuddering as his back arched up, body stiff and curved as his shaft quivered, exploding between their stomachs. "MASTER!!" A churning, roiling wave of pleasure was beating down on him, wracking his body in a way only Zechs' touch could...
The way Wufei looked, his cries, the slick, warm fluid washing over his belly was the key to paradise. Zechs gave a hoarse cry and pressed forward as far as he could go, flooding Wufei with seed until it flowed out of the smaller man's body. At the height of the intense pulses, he leaned down, folding Wufei nearly in half and murmured, "*Mine*..." just before sinking his teeth lightly into the slender neck.
Musical cries swept out of Wufei, as his own pleasure finished washing over him while Zechs was still going. Slender arms came tight around Zechs' neck, hands in satin strands of hair, as his body accepted that seed as best it could. "Ohh, Master.... so good."
The pleasure was deep and intense, as it always was with Wufei, and yet, in those soft cries Zechs could hear the echo of deeper ones. The arms that wound around him were warm and slender, but in their shadows were touches from others, cool and muscular. The fingers in his hair were both short and long, and at times he heard Wufei's street-tinged English accent, at other the softer cadences of a German one.
A wave of utter sadness passed through the blond man and he hugged Wufei to him, hugging and rocking him, almost as if he were some kind of talisman against the desolation that threatened him on an constant basis.
And Wufei understood.
"Oh, my Master," he whispered tenderly, squirming a little to break the connection between their groins, just so he could hug his master closer, comforting him and not caring about being sticky. "My master. I love you so much..."
"I love you too, little angel," Zechs breathed. "You mean the world to me..." Long fingers raked through dark hair and Zechs pressed his face against Wufei's cheek. "Please don't leave me..."
"Never," he uttered fiercely, pressing closer still. "I'll *never* leave you, Zechs! I couldn't live without you... I can't. Zechs.... Master. You're my everything."
The part of Zechs that was aching, grieving for Treize, was able to grasp hold of Wufei's words and hang on for just a bit longer. The part of him that kept him awake at night - replaying conversations in his head, beating himself for all the missed opportunities - that part relaxed just perceptibly enough to allow Zechs to take down his guard; to take down the hardened defenses against anymore loss, and the blond man slowly faded to sleep.
Slim fingers carded through platinum silk hair as Wufei curled himself close to Zechs, eyes slitting open a little. they focused on the flickering tongues of the fire, before he let them close, soaking in the heat.
This was heaven.
End of Chapter 36
(:./kumiko/velvet36)
