24 Mar 2001
Pairings: Treize, Zechs and Wufei puddle!
Warnings: lemon, lemon and lemon -- and angst, o' course. ^__^ Not owned by us. ^_^
"I want to check in on Wufei," Zechs said, stretching. "We'll go to his room and see if he's... up." A slow smile followed the comment as he disentangled himself from Treize.
Pulling himself together a little better than he'd been before, Treize nodded, "A good idea -- though he'll probably be angry I'm not gone yet."
Much as Zechs hated to admit it, Treize was partially right. There was something troublesome between the two of them and it ruffled the blond man's sensibilities. He didn't much like catiness, nor disrespect of authority, and it seemed that Wufei and Treize had been engaging in each, respectively.
As they walked into a side entrance to the house, Zechs broached the subject. "Tell me, Treize - why is it, do you think, that you and Wufei have such trouble with each other?"
"Jealousy," Treize murmured as he once more set foot into the house, savouring that familiar air it had about it. "He's jealous of the time you spend with me, and he seems to think he's helping to train his replacement."
A frown spread across the golden face. "Replacement? For what? That makes it sound as if I'm sacking him."
Treize shrugged a little, shifting his pace so as to not walk ahead of Zechs. "Perhaps he feels that way. He thinks I'm replacing him as your main object of affection, which... you aren't."
Still frowning, Zechs turned into the far wing of the house, where Wufei's room was. "I don't *have* objects of-" The slightly irritated voice stopped short of finishing that phrase and Zechs's strides grew a bit longer. "I believe I'll have to talk to him." The came to a flight of stairs leading down and Zechs stopped abruptly at the top. "Now I know why you think Wufei's having difficulty getting along with you. How about telling me why you're having trouble with him?"
"When someone snipes at me, I have a tendency to attack right back," Treize shrugged. "And... I like him. Not as much as you, but more than Max..." The Russian man shook his head a little, at himself.
His master, however, simply stared at him. "You like him," Zechs said slowly, "so you have trouble getting on together... I'm afraid that makes no sense whatsoever."
Treize sighed softly, thinkiing of a way to word it so as to make *sense*. "Ah, I have trouble explaining in English... People I like, I tend to treat them as equals."
"I see," Zechs said, still staring thoughtfully. "Well, *that's* something you'll have to work on." He started down the stairs ahead of Treize and, without looking back, said casually, "I'd reconsider that shrug of yours as well..."
"Oh?" Treize asked, curious, as he followed the other man. "What do you mean?"
They reached the bottom of the stairs and turned into the hallway that led to the room. "It makes you appear as if you're bored with everything, sometimes even contemptuous... It's maddening, actually."
Well. Thinking back, it did seem so... "I never realised that before," Treize murmured, sounding slightly sheepish. "I've.... always done it."
"Yes, well," mused Zechs as they approached the closed door, "perhaps in some circles it's necessary to act as if nothing makes you feel anything, but it's certainly not at all appropriate for someone you are supposed to be respectful to. Think of someone you truly admire and respect - would you use that kind of gesture with that person?"
"I rather hope I wouldn't," Treize murmured, still walking jsut a bit behind Zechs. "Something else I'll have to amend."
The tall blond turned suddenly, backed Treize up against the wall next to the door. He leaned in close, staring into the vivid blue eyes of his pet and smiling, the back of one finger caressing a cheek. "Perfection, Treize, is an on-going process. We all have our little traits to work on... and sometimes just the work itself can be extremely pleasing..." Warm lips pressed to Treize's and Zechs's arms slid around his hips, pulling him close as the kiss deepened.
Needy, wanting all the touch he could garner from Zechs, Treize pressed back, twining his tongue with Zehcs' heated movements. "No more shrugging," he whispered when the kiss broke, but only long enough to speak those words, before he moved close again, taking another one.
Zechs gave a low, pleased growl, letting his hands drift down to Treize's buttocks and squeezing firmly, every pulse of the kiss pressing him harder against the other man. His erection rubbed maddeningly against the older man's, making everything exquisitely more intense. He broke away reluctantly and breathed into Treize's ear, "I want you to take Wufei... and I want to watch..."
A small suprised noise from the older man as he pushed forward. "How... did you know, Master?" he asked tentatively. /And am I going to be in trouble for it...?/
"I like watching," Zechs said in a breathy voice, grinding his hips against Treize. "Watching you... watching Wufei... all of my lovely pets..."
Arms went around Zechs' shoulders, to support himself as he ground right back. "I didn't know, before, that you watched," he breathed heavily. "That only makes it better."
Another growl and Zechs bent his head to nuzzle against the other man's neck. As he did his fingers felt along the wall for the keypad that provided the lock for Wufei's door. Somehow he got the code keyed in and they heard a tiny click as the mechanism retraced. Stepping away slightly from Treize, Zechs stared into his eyes again, running long fingers up the taut erection between his pet's legs. "Fuck him, Treize," the deep voice murmured. "Make it good and hard..." Then he turned and opened the door, holding it open to let Treize walk through first.
"Yes, Master," Treize murmured, smiling just a little as he walked into the darkened room. He toed his shoes off, first, then socks, both done gracefully as he moved nearer, fingers going to take off his pants. Then all that was left was his collar, and he wouldn't dare take that off -- not with Zechs there in the room!
"Wufei...?"
"Mmmm?" came the sleepy reply. Most of Wufei was buried under the silky bed coverings, just the glossy black hair showing. But slowly the small lump under the covers turned over and propped himself up on his elbows, a befuddled face peering out at them. "Treize...? *Master.* What... why...?"
"Good evening, dear one," Zechs purred, taking a chair near the bed and smiling warmly at the dark-haird man. "I need some... entertainment... before I can sleep..."
"I'm back," Treize purred with a smile as he crawled up onto the bed, peeling back the covers. As if that explained it all, his return, the Master's presence. "Are you... up to entertaining the Master?"
Wufei wanted to say no - wanted to demand an explanation as to why Treize was not in some other master's bed by now, but the look on the noble face made a warm flush move through him and he felt a powerful stirring between his legs at the thought of it. Treize would take him here, while the Master watched and it was all so blessedly erotic. /Oh, Master... I'll give you something to watch.../ It was show time.
"No," he said defiantly, glaring at Treize. "I won't. Not with you!" /Let's see how he handles *that* one.../
Zechs was smiling, shifting in the chair as his body responded to the scene beginning to unfold on the bed.
It surprised Treize for a moment, kneeling and looking down at the young man curled in the sheets. Both hands grasped that bedding, pulling it firmly, slowly, back from Wufei. "Well, that's too bad, isn't it?" he smiled playfully, shifting to pin Wufei beneath him, the bedding still caught about Wufei's legs. "You know you want me, Wufei..."
Strange, to be on the other side of a game like this, what he instantly realized it for, but it was easier for him to enjoy it because this was no worse than anything Zechs had done with him. And anything Zechs had done with him, with two exceptions, had turned out wonderfully. "You want to be filled completely, Wufei, don't you?"
"No!" came the sharp reply as Wufei struggled beneath Treize. "You have no right to touch me! I don't want it..." But oh, he did want it, now fully into the game, remembering how it felt to be impaled by Treize, how long and thick he was. A deep flush crossed his cheeks as their shafts rubbed together and his arousal was made plain. "No..." he hissed.
"Your body is telling me differently," Treize murmured, dipping his hips to make the contact all the harder. "Is your body lying...?"
"Bastard," came the hissed reply. Wufei again struggled to free himself, whimpering just a little as that intimate contact came again. "Don't do this!"
Zechs leaned forward, staring, breath coming a bit harder. "I think he wants to be touched more, Treize... touched everywhere... and kissed..." A small shudder of pleasure ran through the tall blond at the thought of watching Treize take Wufei, of simply watching, very closely, as his long-time pet was pinned and fucked whether he wanted it or not.
"Mmm... gladly, Master," Treize purred, hands grasping Wufei's wrists to pin them above his head. That made it so much easier to lean in, press a light kiss against the exposed neck, still rubbing hardness to hardness. "You're so tight to be inside of, Wufei."
A small, strangled cry came from the Chinese man, starting out fierce and trailing off into a whimper as he felt the warmth of Treize of Treize's kiss. "No," he sobbed, still struggling, "No... don't do this... don't want it..."
Zechs was slumped in the chair now, long legs sprawled out in front of him. As a hand reached down to squeeze his crotch, his gaze never left the bed. "Perfect," he mouthed to himself. "So very perfect..."
Resting his weight on one shoulder, leaving his body turned towards Zechs and the scene 'open', Treize moved his other hand to palm Wufei's crotch. "You don't want this?" He squeezed the leaking erection found there. "Liar."
"Don't do that to me!" Wufei said in a shaky voice. "Don't..." He held off as long as he could and then pressed upwards into the heat of Treize's hand, shaking his head against the pleasure. "Don't touch me...!"
"Show me you detest it, Wufei, and I will," Treize murmured, bending his head in to lick casually up the line of Wufei's neck, then bite lightly, intent on making it all as *good* as possible.
A shudder of pleasure moved through the younger man at that touch. "Bastard," he repeated in a ragged whisper as his body arched towards Treize. "You bloody bastard..."
Over in his chair, so quietly the two in bed never heard it, Zechs leaned his head back against the chair, long pale hair streaming over the back of it, and gave a soft squeeze between his legs. He came almost at once, hips making tiny rocking motions, eyes closed with the intensity of it. As long as he could remember, he'd been incredibly excited by watching sex and in all his 24 years, it had never lost it's power over him.
Now *that*, the cursing, was heart-felt, from Wufei. "I know I am," Treize purred quietly, nuzzling the warm skin near his nose before he took another bite, then shifted up to steal a rough kiss. "And I'm going ot be inside you very soon..."
The slender, dark-haired man gave a violent shudder and shook his head on the pillow. "No..." he cried softly, the word sounding more like a plea and less like an order. Even as he said it, his legs were spreading involuntarily, giving access even as he denied it in words.
"You want me," Treize reminded again, moving fully atop Wufei once more, still holding those hands pinned as he looked down at onyx eyes, gaze tender to bely his words. "Pull your legs to your chest."
The dark eyes looked back at him, full of anguish, but Wufei complied. "What... what are you going to do to me?" he whispered, the shaky voice still holding tinges of anger.
/Tell him/ Zechs said to himself. He had recovered from the first orgasm and was now leaning forward in the chair, rocking slightly because it felt delicious and was making him hard again. /Tell him just what you're going to do.../
"I'm going to fuck you, Wufei," Treize murmured, rocking his hips so that his cock slid along Wufei's cleft. It was a stark contast, all that carmel skin being moved against by pale white. "Hard and deep, Wufei, until you can't think of anything else."
Dark eyes went wide before Wufei shut them tight, trying to fight off the shudder of pleasure that the intimate caress forced on him, and not succeeding in the least. A soft moan escaped him as his hips flexed upwards, seeking more heat, more contact.
"Relax, Wufei, because I *will* have you," Treize murmured, slipping a hand between their bodies so he could aim himself, unlubricated, to enter Wufei. If he went slowly, it wouldn't cause much pain...
Wufei's only response was to whimper, his hands trembling on Treize's shoulders.
Over in the corner, Zechs's gaze had become unfocused, his mind lost in thought. /They look so pretty together... and they're both capable of feeling so much more than I am... perhaps, together they could.../ He shook his head and looked at them again, so lovely, there on the bed. /I want you to be happy - Wufei, Treize... maybe you could be if you were together.../
The thick erection nudged against Wufei's entrance, a firm pressure. "Let me in, Wufei," Treize growled softly, quietly, darting a glance to see if Zechs was enjoying himself, before he went on again.
But Zechs's eyes were far away, seeing the two men in some future of which he wasn't a part. /Even if they *are* pets, they deserve happiness. When they talk to me, their words sound so similar, so... loving... They can give each other something that I can't give either of them... I can only give them sex - sex and material things... but they're both capable of so much more... because they're both so much more *human*.../
"Treize!" Wufei whispered desperately against the older man's neck. "Oh please, Treize!"
A careful thrust, and he'd breached Wufei's tightness, shuddering at the tight grasp around him. "Ah.... Wufei..." A soft moan, and he started to push in steadily, still holding Wufei's hands pinnded with one hand as he sat back just a little, looking at Zechs with warm, welcoming eyes. "Oh, *join* us, master."
Wufei gave a soft cry as he was penetrated and squirmed underneath Treize, eyes closed, his expression half pleasure, half pain. "Oh God... oh god... more Treize! I need... more..."
Zechs had looked up at Treize's words and then smiled at him with an unreadable look on his face. "No, no," he said softly, "I am here to watch. Pretend I don't exist and just enjoy yourselves."
Hips hitching unconsciously into Wufei's squirming heat, Treize still held out that inviting hand. His expression had fallen slightly at that refusal. "Please, master -- it will make it better..."
"Hush now, Treize," came the soft reply. "I'm not here... attend to the young man who is..."
Tears were glittering in long, dark lashes as Wufei tossed his head from side to side. "So deep," he whispered, "so *much*..."
The noble expression fell further, looking dissapointed and frustrated as he did as he'd been told, turning back to Wufei to give him a fuck he'd feel the next day. "I told you you'd want it."
Wufei's breath was harsh and his fingers gripped Treize's arms tightly as the man above slammed into him. There was pleasure, deep intense pleasure, and an undercurrent of pain as well. He stared into Treize's eyes, amazed as always as the intensity of blue. "Treize..." came his ragged whisper, "so beautiful..."
Treize only let out a soft whimper at those words, hips still pounding forward steadily. "Master," he asked softly. "Can I when I want...?"
"Yes, dear ones - enjoy yourselves completely," came the low voice.
Giving himself over to the need with a groan, he pulled out nearly to the tip, before slamming back into Wufei. "Feel me?" he asked in a ragged pant. "Tell me... how it feels..."
"Like you're splitting me apart," Wufei moaned, hips rising to meet every thrust. "Pounding me... using me... for your own pleasure... God!" He felt Trize's shaft scrape over his prostate and suddenly he was teetering on the edge of a great void, wanting nothing but to tumble down into it and fall forever.
"Come, Wufei," Treize gritted out, still pounding away. That brink was so very close... "Master," he moaned softly, eyes closing as he fell over the edge, hand clneching tightly around Wufei's wrists.
That tight hold was enough to drag Wufei over with him, and as he was flooded with Treize's seed, he spattered the man in turn with his own, covering them both at the belly, and then lay panting, head to one side, eyes tightly shut.
Treize dropped gracefully to the side nearest Zechs, pulling out of Wufei's body before pulling him close for warmth. "Nice," he murmured softly, looking over at Zechs. "Join us, Master...?"
The chair, however, was empty and Zechs was gone.
Treize gave a tired, petulant sigh. "Damn."
Wufei murmured something incoherent and kept his eyes closed. "What? Not good enough for you?"
"I was very good, Wufei," Treize murmured, "But the Master left..."
Wufei looked over at the now-empty chair. "So I see," he murmured back, "but why has that gotten your knickers in a twist?"
"I don't know," Treize murmured, shifting a little before pulling the covers up over them both. "Aren't you happy I'm still here, Wufei?"
"I'll have to think about that one," Wufei muttered. "You said his name, you know."
"Hmmmn? Said it when?" he asked, snugging himself a little closer to Wufei beneath the sheets of the bed.
"When you came... it was his name you shouted. I guess you've gotten serious about him...?" The younger man's voice was soft but carried a tone that demanded an answer.
Sapphire eyes closed to ward off any of Wufei's expressions. "Yes. Frigtheningly so, but I want so very much...."
Wufei forced his voice to sound calm. "Yes? You want...?"
"For him to love me back," Treize whispered quietly. "I keep wondering... when I'll be good enough for him to love me. If I'll ever be good enough."
There was a long pause while Wufei chose his words. "You can relax, Treize," he said at last. "He doesn't love people based on whether or not they're 'good enough.' He doesn't love perfect pets more than pets who fuck up. If he did I'd have picked out china with him already." Another silence, this one tenser, and longer. "He doesn't love anyone, Treize. Doesn't believe in it, not for himself anyway. As far as I can tell he's never loved anyone in particular. I've been with him since he was sixteen and there's never been anyone he's mentioned, never a time he was away where he might have been meeting a lover, never brought anyone to the house. He has friends - scads of them - and pets, and business colleagues. But no lovers. I'm... I'm sorry Treize..." But he wasn't really. Because the realization of that lonely fact had come to him as well, years ago, and he'd felt just as bad about it back then. Why should things be different for Treize?
The older man sighed quietly, eyes still closed. "I had guessed as much. So I'm a complete fool; I knew that too." Shifting close to kiss Wufei's temple, Treize went on, "I'll keep trying. There's nothing else for me to do."
"You'll just make it worse," came the soft reply after Wufei had turned off the light. "Believe me - I know."
Another tired sigh, and Treize shook his head. "Good night, Wufei..."
End of Chapter 20
(:./kumiko/velvet20)
