15 Apr 2001
Pairings: Treize, Zechs and Wufei puddle!
Warnings: lemon, lemon and lemon -- and angst, o' course. ^__^ Not owned by us. ^_^
"How long is the trip going to be, again?" Treize asked as he sat down in one of the few chairs.
"A little under an hour," Zechs replied. He was looking out the plane window and deliberately avoiding going over the materials he'd brought along on the French company they would be visiting. "You must be happy, returning to the Continent?"
"Ja," he smiled, leting his gaze drift over his master's face, "It will be good to be in a familiar land once again, Zechs."
The blond man smiled knowingly, gaze still locked on the green hills of Kent, unfolding beneath his private jet. "I suppose I'm far too much of an Englishman for you, aren't I? Stubbornly clinging to my little island..."
"It's a pretty little island," Treize uttered, noting that he hadn't really seen much of it at all. "But everyone gets homesick." "Yes," Zechs murmured, appearing to be lost in thought. "Yes they do... I suppose we should work out a plan as to what to do if you should meet someone you know. At least, I'm assuming the chances are better over here that you might run into someone than they are in England."
A chagrinned expression crossed Treize's face. "Much more possible -- we need some sort of... ah. Plan, yes." He shook his head, letting a tiny smile touch his lips. "We could always fix my eyebrows -- that would do wonders to my recognisability."
That definitely got Zechs's attention. He leaned over until he was only and inch or so from Treize's face. "Touch them and die - ehm, no, that would rather miss the point, wouldn't it? ... Touch them and I'll... I'll make you wear stockings - fishnets, even." He was trying to look as serious as possible, but wasn't succeeding completely. "Because I'll have you know that I am *very* - one could even say *exceedingly* - fond of those eyebrows..."
"Then it's good that I am, too," Treize murmured, leaning in that tiny bit it took to give those lips so close to his a kiss. "But that still doesn't solve the problem."
"No, it doesn't," Zechs said, taking a kiss of his own. "I suppose a lot of it depends on what you do or don't want to get out. What is acceptable for people to know and what isn't?"
"I've no idea," Treize murmured, "What won't get you arrested, and what won't ruin my family name?"
Zechs was trying fight the lure of warm skin and the spicy, male scent that Treize gave off, but he wasn't making much headway. He nuzzled at the other man's neck as he spoke. "Well, I'm certainly planning on telling people you're my personal assistant, because you are..." he looked up at Treize and gave a soft, seductive smile, "... among other things..." His eyelashes brushed the older man's skin as he leaned in to continue nuzzling. "But what of you? How would you handle a question about your daugther, should it come up?"
"I... don't know," he murmured, shifting closer, one hand coming up to rest on the back of Zechs' neck. "Everyone thinks that I am dead, don't they? So I am expecting more responses like De Gaul's."
"Mmm, I suppose we may have to take it on a case-by-case basis, then. If you prefer, we can always stay close to the hotel; not go to any of the parties. But as far as I'm concerned, I met you after you had been abused by someone and you agreed to become my assistant. Perhaps we can work on whatever else will be needed." He breathed softly into Treize's ear and, very softly, kissed his cheek.
The older man pulled him a little closer, enjoying the press of skin against skin. This trip left open so many oppertunities for him to run, to be free again, yet... It didn't appeal to him at all. Just seeing his daugther again, but he knew he would, some day. "When it comes, yes," Treize smiled slightly. "I'm very happy to be your.... personal assistant."
Zechs seemed to sense some of what his companion was feeling, because he pulled back gently and traced Treize's cheek with a finger. "You won't leave me... will you?" The tone of his voice was almost wistful.
"No," Treize assured firmly. "I've nothing out there but my daugther, and I know she's safe. I would much rather stay with you than go back to Anne."
"Well *that's* good to know. I'd hate to have to wire you again..." He pressed another kiss to the corner of Treize's mouth. "It's so much nicer when it's sheer lust that makes you fall to your knees... don't you think?"
"Better than pain," he smiled, eating at his master's lips. "It's nice to be with you."
The pilot's voice came over the speakers, announcing that they had 15 minutes until they landed at Orly Field in Paris. Zechs pulled back from Treize and stared into his eyes, his own expression rather sultry. "They say that the part of an airplane ride most people worry about most is the landing." One golden finger was caressing Treize's knee. "I certainly don't want you feeling too anxious, Treize, so perhaps I can provide some... distraction.." Leaning in again, Zechs captured Treize's mouth with a slow and smouldering kiss.
Better than just distraction, that deep, heated kiss -- Treize's senses went a-flame, and both hands came up to clutch Zechs closer. "Ye~es..." he purred when he broke the kiss. "Yes, Zechs... and let me help you, too..." Then he pushed close, pushing his owner back into his chair to better kiss him back, hands rubbing at his shoulders.
That was invitation enough, and Zechs proceded to pull Treize onto his lap, knees on either side of Zech's legs. As the kiss went on, the blond man's hands caressed Treize's back and sides. "No time for anything but kisses and touches now..." he told Treize in a low, breathy voice, "but I look forward to our suite at the hotel... and bathing with you tonight..."
That thought sent a shiver of pleasure through Treize's body. "Oh, master... I look very forward to *that*." His own hands slid down the front Of Zechs' body, finding nippled through his shirt. "I have a weakness for *long* bathing..."
"As long as you want, sweet pet..." Zechs murmured. His hands were cupping and squeezing Treize's bottom now, mouth nuzzling against the older man's neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses over it. "Nnnnn... God I love the taste of you..."
"I love your touch," Treize whispered softly, voice a low moan, "as much as I love you and your company, Zechs..." His hands moved slightly, pressing and rubbing at his master's nipples.
Zechs moaned as well, arching up to Treize's fingers, hands squeezing tight buttocks and breath heavy in the other man's ear. "Ohhh... Treize... my angel..."
Treize wanted to have sex, be pleasured and claimed right there, as he pressed himself against Zechs, hands still teasing, plying pleasure from his owner.
The door to the cockpit opened and the pilot looked out. "Just wanted to make...sure..." A bit taken back by the passionate scene before him he averted his eyes and said, "You, eh... need to fasten your seat belts now... just one person to a seat..." Smiling a little, he closed the door again without another word.
Sitting back a little, Treize looked dissapointed. "Damn."
"I told you we didn't have time for anything else," Zechs laughed, and then gave a last sensuous squeeze to Treize's bottom. "But we'll make up for it... later. Now do buckle up, we can't have you flying about the cabin as we land..."
"Most unfortunate, if that happened," he agreed, slipping off of Zechs' lap and inside his seat. "Are there any meetings to be had today?"
"Mmm, I'm meeting with some of their lawyers here in Paris today, but you don't need to be at there. Tomorrow we drive to Limoges for the main meetings." Zechs looked over at the noble profile and smiled softly. "It will be a few hours. I'll be back by tea time..." He took hold of the other man's hand and gave it a small squeeze. "What will you do with your time?"
"I have books with me," he smiled. "And a few pads of paper -- I'll make use of my time." /Probably fantasize about you for a few hours.../ He squeezed that hand back, just as firmly. "I'll undoubtedly have more fun than you."
"Yes, I'm sure you will - and thanks for reminding me!" came the chuckled reply. "I suppose I'll just have to make up for lost time when I get back."
"I'll have a hot bath ready for you, then!"
Treize remembered having been in such fine hotel rooms himself, in a time that seemed an eternity ago. And it was always alone that he found himself in such fine quarters, having to leave Marimeia with a relative so that her schooling wasn't interrupted.
And just then, it almost felt like he would be alone in that room --Zechs had barely seen him in the door before disappearing to head to a meeting. But he knew that he wouldn't be alone in there for too long.
He had a duty, one that was enjoyable, to make the room more comfortable for Zechs -- turned up the heat a little to make the rooms warmer, turned down the lighting, and then drew Zechs a bath at five. And every fifteen minutes, he re-drew it, with new, hot water, so that when Zechs did return, he'd have his warm bath waiting for him.
The drawing paper beckoned, and after a little while, he gave in, sketching idly little doodles and bits of flowers, trying to keep his mind from drifting too much. /Marimeia is so very close, isn't she? Just the country next-door. But I cannot leave Zechs, I can't go back to Anne, I can't leave Zechs, betray his trust like that./
If Anne could have heard his thoughts... /She'd say there's something wrong with me. But I love him... ah, so much that it hurts to even think of trying to run for freedom./
The meeting with the company lawyers had been the usual posturing event that those sorts of meetings always were. Zechs was glad he had lawyers to posture for him, because right now he really didn't feel much like doing it himself. Crossing the channel always made him feel this way - a bit tired and slightly cranky - and he thanked the heavens he'd had the foresight to bring Treize along with him.
He had never brought any of his pets on business trips before. The only one he'd really trust with that much freedom was Wufei and yet, in his absence, it was Wufei who ran the house. So now, the thought of coming back from deadly and draining talks to a hotel room that was not cold and deserted but warm and smelling of a beloved pet was quite a soothing idea indeed.
He picked up his messages at the hotel desk and flirted his way through the entire staff to get the promise of a special dinner, several Guinness stouts, and an almost-frozen bottle of vodka to be delivered to his room at various times. Then he headed upstairs, opening the door of the room and smelling something sweet and warm in the air.
"Honey?" he called, a wry smile on his face, "I'm home."
The suite was large, and elegantly decorated -- Treize had obviously throughly explored the expansive room, and had all the lights turned down low to a warm glow, the window shades pulled tightly. There was a table in one corner of the room, scattered with sheets of drawing paper, some used, some not, eraser dirt and two pencils, freshly sharpened, laying atop it all.
But the sweet, warm smell was coming from the bathroom, where Treize was re-heating the rose-scented warter. "How did it go, Zechs?" he asked, peeking his head out of that equally spacious room.
"Oh, they're carnivores, but then all corporate lawyers are like that, aren't they?" he teased, taking off his jacket and tie and hanging them, very precisely, on the cherrywood valet across from the bed. "But I'm very lucky to have my own set of the most vicious carnivores on the planet, so it went splendidly overall."
Shoes were placed neatly in the closet, socks in the laundry hamper and in another moment his shirt was unbuttoned with his belt and cuff links tidily put away in their places. Having undressed most of the way without causing clutter, Zechs let himself fall back on the bed, revelling in it's size and softness. "Damn this feels good..."
The older man stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a mesh bodysuit and his collar. "I've drawn your bath -- the size of the tub is rather impressive." /It could fit me, you, and Wufei easily!/ The lithe body stalked closer, Treize looking calm and rested. "The bed is nice -- I took a nap earlier... and you look exhausted."
Zechs turned his head to look over at Treize and immediately propped himself up on his elbows, shirt falling to the crooks of his arms. His eyes ranged over the other man's body, and a soft, hungry sound came from deep in his throat. "Not that exhausted," he breathed, feeling himself harden at the sight of creamy skin under the mesh, the idea of tearing it away and burying himself in the lean body before him. "God, Treize... you're a vision..."
From the time spent in Zechs' care, Treize's body has become stronger, the sharp angles that had composed him smoothing over with muscle again. He stalked closer to the bed, unable to not smile just faintly as he knelt on the bed beside his owner, and the man that he privately thought of as a lover. "You should see yourself, Zechs..." His own erection was obvious through the mesh, as was the cock-ring in place around it. A long shuddering breath greeted the sight of it. Rolling onto his side, Zechs sat up at the edge of the bed, staring down into Treize's wet-sapphire eyes. "Stand," he said, his voice no more than a raspy whisper.
Stepping back off the bed, Treize stood on the floor, expectant. The throb in his groin that had been there since he'd put the ring on had nearly tripled, it felt.
Golden hands raised to touch the taut belly just above that bulge. To Zechs, it felt as those electricity flowed into him from each fingertip, the combination of warm, fragrant skin and fragile mesh making his heart race and leaving him struggling for control. As he moved his hands over Treize, he moaned softly, the day and it's business completely forgotten, his thoughts only of the man before him.
Warm palms found the rounded globes of the older man's bottom and Zechs pulled him closer, squeezing them gently as he did and pressing the softest kiss to Treize's belly. "Ohhh... Treize..." his lips moved against the creamy skin, "let me worship you..."
"Zechs," he moaned quietly, hands lifting to thread through golden-silver locks of hair. The muscles beneath those lips tigthened, trembling at that pleasantly tickling touch. "I want your touch, Master, all over..."
Soft kisses continued as Zechs's hands glided forwards, whispering over the hardened shaft between his pet's legs. "Such a sweet tribute this is, Treize," he murmured, rubbing the tender skin on either side of the cock ring. "And you know just what to do to turn me to fire..."
Moaning freely, Treize pushed his hips out a little towards the hands that touched him through the mesh. "Then burn me, Zechs," he pleaded quietly, fingers knotting in that silken hair for a moment before going back to stroking.
Zechs gave a tug on Treize and brought him tumbling down to the bed, lying on his back. Then he stood, eyes locked onto the other man's, and slowly began unzipping his trousers. As they fell away from his hips, azure eyes became heavy-lidded, taking in the exquisite toy waiting for him. "Oh, I'll burn you, Treize," he whispered. "I'll burn you up until there's nothing left that's not a fundamental part of me."
Slowly, he crawled on to the end of the bed, moving like a cat stalking prey, eyes never moving from Treize's face. "I want to be so deep inside of you that we won't be able to tell where you leave off and I begin..."
"Yes," Treize purred softly, "God yes..." He remained on his back, rubbing his backside languidly against the sheets. /He makes me feel so damnably wanton.../ "Burn me, my silver flame."
The sultry movements made Zechs a creature of pure need. He gave a deep growl and moved forward suddenly, powerful thighs pushing Treize's legs up, mouth hungry on mouth. As he pressed forward, his shaft, now long and thick with desire, rubbed firmly against the bound beauty of Treize's erection and he groaned with need into the warm cave his tongue was plundering. Something deep and primitive within him demanded that his hips move and he was helpless to do anything but obey, beginning to rock slowly against Treize's hips.
Lean hips bucked up towards Zechs' greater weight as his arms, hungry and wanting, pulled Zechs in closer as he deepened the kiss -- the hot twine of tongue against tongue sparking through his body as he pushed his own tongue into Zechs' cavern.
As their bodies moved against each other, the kiss took on the same slow, sultry rhythm. Zechs couldn't stop the hungry, growling noises that came from deep in his throat as he ate at Treize's willing mouth. He was dripping now, the ache between his legs so intense he thought surely he'd die from it. Each tiny press, each bit of friction - skin against mesh, and hot skin beneath that - brought him closer to the edge.
Treize was already on that edge, tottering along it but able to do anything other than just leak because of the ring around his cock. "Ahh, Zechs," he whimpered, pushing up to the friction of the other erection rubbing agaisnt his. "Oh, master..."
The friction, the taste of warm, damp skin, and that lovely voice were enough and Zechs a soft cry, burying his face in Treize's hair, and spilling warm seed onto the other man's shaft and bottom. When he was spent he pressed feathery kisses over Treize's face and bit softly at one earlobe. "Ahh... now we'll get you properly wet, my angel..."
"Mmmm, I'd like that," Treize purred, starting to sit up with Zechs still in his arms. "I'd have come too, if it weren't for this ring," he smiled, moving his head to catch Zechs lips in a kiss.
A firm hand pushed him back down onto the bed. "Stay," came the sultry command, and Zechs kissed him back, a slow and passionate feasting with Treize's mouth the sweetly erotic fruit.
"I'll stay wherever you want as long as we can do this all day," Treize half-whimpered between words as those lips nipped at his own.
"I don't like... conditions placed on my orders..." Zechs murmured between slow kisses, "but since the one you mentioned... is such a delicious one... I'll let the transgression pass..." With a long, low moan, Zechs kissed his way down Treize's jaw to his neck, biting softly at it and licking the drops of sweat that ran down his skin.
"Mmm, you're so... ah, oh, *there*... forgiving..." The break in the phrase had been made by a particularly arousing touch atop the pulse on his neck. His fingers tigthened in Zechs' hair, holding him in place to do it again. "Ahh, Master..."
The need in Treize's movements flooded the younger man with desire and he was suddenly hard and throbbing. He moaned against that tender spot on Treize's neck, licking it firmly before nipping at it with his teeth.
Hard drawn breathes shuddered their way in and out of Treize's body at hthose intenst touches. He felt out of control, shaking with tje pleasure an unsure as to should he squirm closer or away. "Gott, there... Zechs."
Zechs gave the tender spot a gentle bite and then began to suckle at it firmly. Bringing a hand up, he took hold of the mesh that covered one taut nipple and tore the delicate material away, rubbing and squeezing the tender nub beneath it. It made him growl with pleasure - the raw, primitive feeling of taking another forcefully, the urgency of tearing away clothing to satisfy a burning need. /So good... so damned good... ah, I want to rip it *all* off and screw him to the bed.../
"So much to feel," Treize whimpered as he arched up to that dual touches, hips grinding up to Zechs'. The pounding throb between his legs was making itself very much known... "Master.... you tease so well..."
"Hmmmn... my delicious slave..." Zechs breathed against Treize's neck. "Such a feast you are for your Master... oh and I *do* promise to devour every last *bit* of you..." The blond shifted then and tore the mesh from the other nipple, rubbing both now as his lips began kissing their way downward, but not before he noted with immense pleasure the lovely bruise that was forming on Treize's neck. "I've branded you, my pet... I want *everyone* to know you're *my* possession..."
"Mmm, this does it in a way the collar can't," Treize purred happily as he languidly arched once more. All of those firey touches did one thing to him -- made him very glad he wore that ring. /Else I'd have come all over him by now.../ "I'm yours, master," Treize breathed hotly, a hand still knitted into Zechs' hair.
Smiling aginst the other man's smooth skin, Zechs trailed his tongue slowly down Treize's chest, stopping for opened-mouth kisses as he went. "So, my pet... you like being marked as mine?" Just as he finished, his lips brushed a hardened nipple and he lowered his head to the feast again.
"Uhhhh, that feels so..." A huffed of heated breath left Treize's lips as his hand clenched in Zechs' silken hair. "Mark me, Zechs..."
First one nipple was teased, the tip of it rasped and suckled until it was very firm and wet. During this, Zechs's hands stroked Treize's belly and hips and he continued to grind softly against Treize's erection. Moving to the other nipple, he nuzzled across the broad chest and pulled back a little, enough to take in the man beneath him. Pale, creamy skin lay out in front of him, blossomming with small, lovely dark bruises. "You bruise so prettily..." Zechs murmured, tracing the tender spots with the ligthest of fingertips. "Now, roll onto your belly."
"Only if you keep touching me," came Treize's half-dazed response as he did, languidly rolling over. The mesh was stretched nicely across his broad shoulders and back, molding firmly to his buttocks and upper thighs. He propped himself up on his elbows, turning his head to look back at his owner.
"Do you have any idea how utterly wanton you look?" A slow smile followed the words and Zechs bent his head down to blow cool air over the cleft of Treize's buttocks.
The mesh blocked some of it, but enough of that tickling breath reached his body to make Treize arch forward, grinding his erection against the bed. "Ohh, Zechs," he sighed softly, letting his head fall forward. "That feels..."
"Hmm... how does it feel, Treize," Zechs purred, blowing again. "Tell me *exactly*..."
"Like you're breathing..." he trailed off, taking the feelings in. "Like you're breathing, just for me, there. It's hot, and tickles some."
"Mmm... what will it take to get more of reaction out of you, eh?" Zechs pushed the well-muscled legs further apart and began to run his hands over the creamy buttocks. "So calm," he said, "so quiet... But I want *more!*"
Slap! A light hand came down on those rounded globes, leaving behind a tinge of faint pink. /Now let's see what you do.../ Another lifted hand, another light smack onto tender buttocks.
Treize starlted, head turning some to see what was going on before he looked back, head hung down again, "Ah, master..."
"Even this does nothing for you?" Zechs asked in quiet amazement. "One moment you're all fire and the next you're aloof..." He stood suddenly and walked to the door of the bathroom, looking back at the man in his bed. "I don't want to play games, Treize. I believe I'll have a bath." And with that, he turned and went through into the steamy, fragrant room.
Leaving the sting behind, and a sense of urgency about Treize as he sat up, rubbing absently as his behind. /Always, always fuck things up, Treize.../
He walked into that room after Zechs, quietly. "Master... I..." he swallowed, looking at the floor as the man readied himself to get in. "I wasn't 'playing games' -- I was just... Startled. I'm sorry."
Zechs slipped into the warm, heated water and, for one moment, let himself drift under the water so that his hair fanned out all around him. He stayed there for over a minute, eyes closed, body completely limp.
It worried Treize, to say the least, as he neared lerge tub, face writ with concern as he reached in and grasped Zechs' arm. "Master?!"
Zechs's eyes went wide as he was pulled up out of the water. A frown crossed his face as he blinked away water. "What?" he asked Treize, a little perturbed at being interrupted in his meditation. "Why did you do that?"
The mesh-wearing slave was leaning nearly entirely over the tub as he pulled Zechs against him; his arms were tight around Zechs' shoulders. "I'd thought you were drowning, or..." he ekked out tightly, voice half-panicked.
"Or what?" Zechs asked, unable to move because of Treize's tight grasp.
"Dead," Treize finished, still holding Zechs tightly. After *that* scare he was *not* going to let go!
Looking a bit like a wet cat, and just about as pleased, Zechs tried taking a deep breath and calm down. "Treize? I just got into the tub. Why on earth would I be dead? Blue balls isn't fatal, just uncomfortable."
"You were under the water for *such* a long time!" Treize protested, trying to defend his admitted over-reaction. /Idiot, idiot, idiot.../Drawing wet arms back from the other man, Treize simply looked pathetic, guilty and sad, gaze avert. "I'm sorry, Master. I'm just being an idiot today."
"No," Zechs murmured, laying back against the tile and closing his eyes, glad his rather painful erection was finally beginning to soften. "You're just being Treize... I'm beginning to see a pattern now..."
Treize fell silent, not wanting to know what that pattern was. /I always screw things up, don't I? Like no-one else can. I have a knack for ruining the best things..../ He swallowed, still not looking up at his master, still kneeling beside the tub, one arm propped on the edge, the other still only half-way drawn back. /I'm always such a god-damned dissapointment to you, Zechs. Why you even bother with me.../ As his own self-effacing thoughts slowly drew him in, he looked on the verge of frustrated tears.
Zechs didn't see them, however. His eyes remained closed as he focused on calming what had been a raging erection. /It was so good... perfect, in fact... everything was just... but then...ah, I miss you Wufei.../
/Wufei doesn't have these problem, does he? No. because Wufei is the Perfect Pet,/ Treize thought bitterly as he lifted his gaze enough to look at his owner -- of course, Zechs was ignoring him. He hadn't given the man a reason to not ignore him, had he? "I've displeased you again," Treize ekked out, voice tight as he spoke, eyes pricking with unshed tears. Then they did begin to fall. "I-I'm sorry -- I don't cause you anything other than displeasure, it seems..."
"Don't be histrionic," his owner murmured, still not opening his eyes. "That's not the problem and you know it. It's just that... our tastes are so similar to a point and then... You just seem unable to go where it seems perfectly natural to me to go... and we end up frustrating each other. And I just don't know what to do about it..."
"But... I'm not *supposed* to like being hit that way," Treize murmured, still trying to pull himself together again, "am I?"
Zechs opened his eyes and regarded Treize for several moments before closing them again and sinking a little lower into the warm water. "Some people do... and some people don't," he said softly. "You're obviously one who doesn't and it's my fault for thinking that... ah, nevermind... What would you like to do for dinner?"
"I don't know," he answered truthfully -- the thought hadn't even crossed his mind, truth to be told, since he'd spent so much time trying to come up with a way to get Zechs relaxed when he came back, only to ruin it single-handedly. Treize shifted, resting arms and chin on the egde of the tub as he blinked back the last of those tears. "I did like it, Zechs," he attempted, voice still a little uneasy. "I didn't know..." He trailed off, clearing his throat, "I didn't know if I'd get in trouble for liking it."
"It's all right, Treize," Zechs said, voice tired once again. "You don't have to pretend with me. That would just make things worse." He slipped underwater again, coming up dripping and running long fingers through his hair. "I just..." he sat there, thinking hard about something, and then finally, "Am I wrong to want you so much? Maybe I want something I can't have..."
/You can have me -- but if I give you my heart, will you know what to do with it?/ "I'm not pretending, Zechs," Treize whispered quietly, eyes barely focused on his owner. "You already have me, Zechs."
"Do I?" Zechs asked softly, gazing up at the older man. "It seems that I have you some of the time but if things get too far away from what you've always done, you shut down, just like you did in there. And when that happens even the most perfect of situations ends up like this..." A small smile crossed his lips. "Leave me alone for a bit, please. I need to think."
"All... all right," Treize murmured, rising to his feet smoothly and turning, leaving the room wih his tail between him legs. /But you don't press anything -- I act even slightly like you don't *want* me to, and you just close off and give up. I'm not even worth your effort, it seems,/ he thought as he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him. His own happy mood had gone sailing out of the window, as he sat down at the desk he'd been at before, and picked up a pencil.
As soon as the door was closed. Zechs closed his eyes and finally allowed the tears to run down him face. He didn't make a sound, just let them fall. /So close... we were so very, very close... but even with all that... and I can't press him... I know what happens when I do that.../The memory of Treize's sobs, the twisted, tear-stained face... and the other time they had been together... /That's what happens when you force it, Zechs... you make him miserable... you make him cry..../ He dwelled on that for several moments, cursing himself and then he'd cried all the tears he had and he put his head back and fell asleep.
Left alone to his own machinations, Treize had sketched out a picture from memory of his daugther, and then worked dilgently on a picture that was... fanciful. /Something that will never happen,/ he mused, looking at it. It was a realistic sketch of a side-veiw of the bed he and Wufei shared; Except, this time, it held three..
Himself, Zechs and Wufei, all curled together, sleeping. Nothing else, just... sleeping.
The tightness came back to his throat as he looked at it, and the sheer implausibility of that picture, before he wadded it up and threw it angrily at the other side of the room. /I'm such a fuck-up./ Too much time had passed since he'd left the bathroom, but he wasn't going to push it -- Zechs had wanted him out, and he was damn-well going to follow *that* order.
Inside the bathroom, Zechs was dreaming. He was in some kind of machine -a machine that prevented him from moving at all, no matter how hard he tried. A rising sense of panic was flooding him. It had a tight hold on his legs, arms, his neck and head, fingers pressing inwards and going through his skull to his brain and holding on, tight... so very, very tight... He was screaming Wufei's name, but no sound could escape his throat. Suddenly, he knew that he would die there, in that machine. He was powerless to let out any sound. He was trapped, and Wufei couldn't hear him...
At 6:30, Treize knocked on the bath-room door. "Zechs? Are you all right?"
Now the air was filled with sound and the machine held him tigther, in the dream, Zech struggled to free his lungs from the tight grip so that he could scream. What actually came out was more of a breathy cry, "Wufei!" and he sat up suddenly, taking gasping breaths, now that he was finally free.
Treize had heard *something*, but couldn't place it, so he opened teh bathroom door enough to look in. "Are you alright, master?"
"What?" A very confused Zechs looked up from the now cold bathwater. He shook his head trying to come back to reality. "Wufei..." he breathed softly. Then, looking up at Treize, he smiled weakly. "I'm... sorry... I seem to have fallen asleep."
'I'm not Wufei!' he wanted to shout at the other man, but instead just stepped forward, opening the door more. "I noticed, Zechs," he uttered, moving ot grab two towels for the man. "Are... are you feeling any better?"
Zechs stood slowly, still a bit muddled, and took one of the towels, wrapping it around himself and stepping from the tub. "Better? As in more awake? Yes, I suppose I am... Should be - after a nap like that." He wandered out to the bedroom, deliberately avoiding the bed itself. /Too painful... too unresolved.../ Peering at one of the clocks, he felt horrible about the time that had past. "I'm sorry, Treize, to have left you on your own that long. I must have been more tired than I thought. I'll get dressed and we can get some dinner, or we could have something brought up. Do you have a preference?"
"Not really," Treize uttered as Zechs stepped on the picture he'd wadded up. /Well. That's ironic./ He was still wearing the mesh he'd had on before Zechs had drifted off to sleep, and as comfortable as it was, he'd have to change out of it...
"Oh. Well. Then, ah - we'll just stay here. /He's not speaking to me and I don't want to take *that* out in public... I suppose bringing him was a mistake, but I thought - no, I'd *hoped*.../ His failure to keep his impulses stifled made the air heavy and tense and if he were honest with himself he had to admit that the thought of food right now was rather sickening. Something precious seemed to be dying, and he hadn't been at all prepared for it.
Picking up the phone, he looked over a Treize. "What would you like?"
"You to talk to me again," he murmured, looking up from the desk's chair, where he was sitting. His heart felt as heavy as his voice was sad. "Please don't ignore me like this. I know I'm not Wufei, but... I try. I know it's not enough, but I do try."
"But I am talking to you," Zechs said, genuinely confused as he put down the receiver of the phone. "And I don't expect you to be Wufei. You two are so very different... why would you say such a thing?"
"because Wufei wouldn't make you so miserable you sleep in the tub just to get away from me; because Wufei wouldn't screw up like I keep doing; because Wufei's just fucking perfect for you," he ekked out, looking away as tears rose behind his eyes again. /because you woke up nearly *screaming* his name?/
"I didn't fall asleep so I could avoid you. Meetings like these always leave me feeling drained - that's why I collapsed on the bed - never mind." Zechs pulled the towel closer around himself, trying to move the heavy mass of his hair so that it would drip *outside* the towel and not down his back.
"Besides - why does it bother you so much that Wufei is very compatible with me?"
"Because," he murmured quietly, standing and moving to help Zechs with his hair. "Because there's no room for me, I suppose," he spoke quietly, glad to be standing behind the other man.
Zechs turned around suddenly, staring at Treize, a small frown on his face. "*You* are the one I've spent most of my time with lately," he said. "How can you say that? What have I done to make you feel this way? Or what haven't I done?" He stood, not moving, shivering with cold and not caring in the least. "Is this why you lost all your interest in me earlier? Did I say something that reminded you of it? If this is going to end I want an explanation as to why."
"I didn't loose interest, dammit!" Treize snapped, turning away again. "I was *embarassed* -- because I *liked* it. But no, every time I have a bit of a shock dealing with realizing I like something that *should* repulse me, you pass it off and say I'm lying, or faking it." His face was flushing steadily as he looked away, knowing the sight he must be. "Nearly everything you do with me is new to *me*, though I know it's not new to you, Zechs. I bet Wufei loves it when you hit him like that -- he's been doing it with you for a long time. I'm just supposed to be able to instantly do everything as well as *he* can, even if you are spending more time with me."
Standing near the window, looking down onto the city below, he kicked the wall with one foot, and absent gesture. "Nearly every time, Zechs, that I reach out to you, or try to apologize, you slap away my hands and say I'm lying, or that I'm trying too hard."
Zechs stared down at the floor, color flooding his cheeks, mortification in his soul. He walked slowly to one of the armchairs in the room, sitting down and drawing his feet up. "I... I didn't realize I did that you every time, Treize. I've obviously been a beast to you and... I... I apologize for that." /Everything is tumbling down around me... will... will I lose him? Don't think he wants to be here anymore. I wanted things to be so good for him... and now... now.../ His voice, when he spoke again, was barely audible. "I'm so sorry... Treize..."
/And you have done it again,/ Treize chided himself, rising from his chair to sit at Zechs' feet. "I'm sorry -- I suppose I'm just... too sentimental for your tastes. I... want things that I can't rightly have."
/He's telling me we're not compatible... and being so bloody polite about it.../
"So," came the quiet voice, "You're too sentimental for me, I'm too demanding of you... what a wonderful couple we make..." /Just concentrate on the meetings, old man... pretend the world isn't ending... at least until you get back to England.../
Treize shifted closer, pulling Zechs' legs down from his chest so he could set his head on Zechs' lap, expression sad. "I hate to argue with you -- it hurts deep inside, Zechs..."
Zechs's smile was sad as well. "We just seem to be destined for it. Sometimes two people can meet each other and everything goes smoothly for them. They each like what the other likes, they understand each other, sometimes without even talking... and they're just... happy." Zechs shivered again. "At least I've heard that's what happens... But I don't think that sounds very much like you and me..." /I can't believe I'm talking like this... he's a *pet* for God's sake! Here I am talking about our relationship like it was... a *relationship*... God help me... what's going on?/
"That's fantasy. But I..." He shifted, cheek pressing against the towel Zechs wore. "I love you, even if you think I'm lying," Treize whispered quietly, pulling back far enough to rise; but he held his hands out to Zechs. "You're chilled -- come to bed, Master? Please?"
"But I always make you unhappy in bed, Treize," Zechs said softly.
The hands remained where they were, still held out to Zechs; but his expression wavered a little. "Master, that is an untruth. I've enjoyed it *often*, more than with any other lover I've ever had."
Zechs took hold of the hands, but didn't rise. He looked at Treize, searching his eyes for something. "But what of all the times, tonight included, when I've made you do something you hated, or feared... when I've asked you to do something you didn't want to do..." Eyes still locked on the noble face, Zechs gave him a soft, sad smile. "Besides, the only other lovers you've had that were men were brutes and I'd bet anyone would make you feel more than them..."
"Don't bet on that," Treize murmured, tugging at the hands he held in his. Sapphire eyes looked so sad, needing and wanting to love Zechs so much... "Please."
Zechs couldn't help but to stand, the tuging too strong on him and now the towel fell away and the room felt like ice without it's damp closeness. But the hesitation was still there. "Surely, Treize... anything must be better than someone who expects you to do things you don't want to..."
The eyes that looked at him were a bit darker than before, but the hands tugged him closer, as Treize back-stepped to the bed. "Dammit, *listen* to me. I just need a few minutes to adjust to something like that. I liked it."
As they neared the bed, Zechs had a worried look on his face. "I... I've never had to say this... to anyone... but, well... I don't know what's going to happen..." A delicate flush came to his cheeks. "I don't know... if I can..." /Damn! Never in my life have I *ever* worried about whether I could get it up... I can't even *say* it... Damn!!/ Eventualy he just shook his head mutely, wondering what in the hell was happening to him.
"Then we'll play it by ear," Treize whispered gently as they reached the bed and he pulled back the sheets. "Just see what happens." He was still backing up, now knealing on the bed. "Please."
Zechs stood at the edge of the bed, staring down into deep sapphire pools. "You think you can change me, don't you?" he said softly.
"You've changed me," Treize murmured quietly, looking back into azure; his expression was sincere, hopeful.
Sitting on the bed next to the older man, Zechs kept his eyes on Treize's. "Do your best," he whispered.
"What will you let me do?" Treize asked softly, shiftign near to press Zechs to lay down.
Zechs eyes were glowing with unshed tears and he shook his head softly. "It doesn't matter... just take away the pain... please?" /Will he even understand what I'm saying...?/
To some degree, it seemed so; Treize removed his partly torn mesh easily, folding it away for another night, before he made sure Zechs was laying down in the bed. Then he laid down beside the other man, pressed close as he pulled teh sheets up. "My master," he whispered roughly.
Zechs pressed his face against Treize's shoulder and closed his eyes. /Surely there must be a sheet of ice around my heart... everything is so cold... take it away, Treize... oh please, please... take it away from me.../
"I love you, Zechs," Treize whispered softly, kissing Zechs' temple as he shifted some, pressing his body, head to toe against Zechs'. His arms slid around Zechs' shoulders and waist, stroking his back as they laid there, feeling and enjoying the feel of the other's body. "You're so tense."
"Yes, well..." the blond man whispered, "I get that way when I think I'm losing something that's important to me..."
"You're not losing me," Treize replied in a soft tone, still kissing Zechs' temple.
"Then why do you feel so far away right now?"
"Let me close, Zechs," Treize urged, closing his eyes as he shifted against, down, to kiss and nuzzle Zechs' neck.
"I've never let anyone close," Zechs said, his voice low and soft. "It's not what I do..." A hand strayed upwards to stroke absently at Treize's hair. "I don't even have the first idea how to try... six months ago that confession wouldn't have bothered me in the least but now..." There was a pause and a long sigh. "Oh, Treize... do I sound as idiotic as I feel...?"
"No, Zechs," Treize whispered softly, trying to encourage, "You don't sound anymore idiotic than I do."
"Thanks, I think..."
"Though I know I sound stupid very often," Treize whispered with a smile. "You know when I realised that I really love you, Zechs? The night you took me to the moon-garden." His voice was soft, subdued and whistful. "You opened up to me, asked me to stop being so aloof... And I'm trying, doing better at it than I ever have in my life, Zechs. But, you let me see your soul that night -- part of it -- and it's a beautiful thing."
"Strange you should say that... I didn't think I had a soul."
Treize frowned agaisnt Zechs' neck, hugging him tigther. "Gott, no, Zechs. You do too have a soul."
The touch was comforting, helping to push away, at least in part, the sense of emptiness that was threatening to overwhelm the blond man. "How do you know?" he murmured. "You sound so confident, but... how do you know?"
"because if you didn't have a soul, nothing could hurt you," Treize whispered, kissing tenderly at the other man's neck. "And I know you hurt."
Zechs turned his head on the pillow and searched Treize's eyes. "I didn't used to... not until I met you."
"No-one but someone as stupid as I am would hurt a man like you," Treize murmured, soft sapphire gaze holding azure. "Never say you don't have a soul."
Smiling softly, Zechs brought up a hand and traced the angle of Treize's cheek with the back of one finger. "That's not how I meant it. You could have done the same things and they wouldn't have bothered me in the least... if it were anyone other than you..." He brushed warm lips with the same finger and added, "That's what frigthens me..."
The lips beneath that finger curled into a little smile, and Treize kissed the finger-tip. It was pleasant, to be pressed nude body to nude body, warming the other man, just touching... "It's nothing to be frigthened of."
"Not to you, perhaps," Zechs said, "but to me, well..." He paused a moment, toying gently with a wayward lock of Treize's hair. "Perhaps you can understand this way - what are you most afraid of?"
A hard question to answer -- he feared so damned many things... "Being tortured to death," he answered at last.
A soothing hand across a cheek... "Understandable, given what you went through. Well, imagine you were really starting to like the person who tortured you... imagine them saying that you could be with them, as long as they got to torture you... and now imagine that you woke up one morning to find that the only way you could be happy was to be with that person, and therefore in order to be happy, you would have to be tortured..."
Zechs stopped speaking and stared up at the ceiling. He told himself to be calm, he took deep breaths and he reached down for Treize's hand, twining his fingers with those of the other man. "That's a little of what I'm feeling about this whole thing..."
"Ahh." Treize fingers grasped Zechs' warmly, clutching tight as Treize looked for the words to speak. "I would hope..." He cleared his throat, shifting a bit closer. "I would hope that there is enough in it that's redeeming," he whispered. "I want badly, Zechs, to... to be with you. You shouldn't be scared of these emotions -- they're wonderful things."
Looking over at Treize again, Zechs pressed his forehead against the other man's. "Isn't that just what the sadist tells the person about to be tortured..?"
"Isn't that what you tell me every time we do something new?" Treize asked softly as he pressed closer, moving tenderly.
"Yes," came the soft, rather wry response. "And your reply is to not do it... or to hate it, either way... So... does that mean I'm off the hook, so to speak?"
"No," Treize smiled gently, kissing Zechs' nose lightly. "When I hesitate, press the issue."
"So, I can assume," Zechs said, "that you are doing that right now?" He brought his head up slowly which left their lips barely touching. "Pressing the issue, I mean?"
"Yes," he whispered softly agaisnt those soft lips. "I'm pressing this issue."
Kissing Treize was just a matter of leaning forward the tiniest bit, which Zechs did - briefly. And then backed up a bit to see if the man wanted more.
He did, and that much was obvious as he pressed close, mouth touching Zechs' mouth again. /My master.../
To Zechs, tasting Treize's lips had become a feared and beloved ritual. He deepened the kiss, drawn in by it's warmth and softness, by the soft, throbbing pulse it seemed to rouse in him lately. He had a strong desire to give himself up to it, to wade into Treize's warmth and not worry about how he would get out of it. Time and time again he found himself on that ledge, peering down into what could be the most profound happiness he'd ever known, or a dark and fatal plunge into something he could never control. "Mmm, help me," he said, a whispered plea between kisses. "Help me, Treize... I'm so confused..."
"So am I," Treize murmured, pressing further to get more of those heady kisses. "Give yourself to me, like I've done for you..."
Long, golden arms wrapped around Treize's back, pulling him close. Lazily, Zechs rolled Treize onto his back and stared down at him, long hair brushing the other man's shoulder. "I want to, Treize... I just don't know if I'm able to..." He leaned down and captured the man's mouth. "I... I know one thing, though..." he murmured. "I don't want to lose you..."
"Then don't hide," he whispered, before lifting his head that little bit to take a kiss. "And I won't either, Zechs... Master."
Kisses trailed down the side of Treize's neck, growing more heated as they moved downward, to settle on that same sensitive spot and Zechs's tongue flickered over it. "I don't hide from you... do I?" he murmured against the tender skin.
"Sometimes," Treize answered, letting out a startled huff of air at that touch to his neck. "Ohh, that feels so good!"
"Tell me when," Zechs said, taking a soft bite of that tender place.
Another pleasured breath left Treize, and one hand curled into Zehcs' golden silk. "More, master -- please...."
A delicate series of bites worked their way down Treize's neck and Zechs shifted to lay atop the other man. "Mmm... so warm..." he murmured as he moved slowly downwards, kissing shoulders and over to the broad chest before letting his tongue slide languidly down to where a pretty nipple was waiting for attention. He nuzzled it lightly and teased at it with his lips before giving it the tiniest lick, right at the tip.
The fingers in his hair spasmed tightly for a moment before letting go. "Ah, Gott!" His hips rocked up, rubbing his dripping erection against Zechs' stomach. "Master, please... let me..." /Touch you, fuck you, love you.../ "Touch, please..."
"Uhhn, Treize... you *may*," Zechs breathed against sweat-dampened skin before taking the nipple fully into his mouth and suckling as if his life depended on it. /God help me - I don't care what happens as long as he's with me.../
The hands curled so tightly into his hair unfisted, smoothing shakily down the broad back, caressing the skin there as only a lover could --knowingly, loving to touch. They didn't reach past the tops of his buttocks, remebering his reaction the last time he'd tried that. "Mmm, Ma~aster..."
The second nipple was tasted and then lips trailed further down to the flat planes of Treize's belly. Zechs's fingers covered every inch of creamy skin, drawn by warmth to dive between Treize's legs and squeeze the gently insistent manhood. He rested his head on Treize's belly, staring down at it, watching as his fingers drew it's length out even more. "So beautiful, Treize..."
A clear drop of precum gathered at the head, before falling to land into the nest of hair that surrounded the hard member. "My master," he whispered softly. His view was of the curled back, the hair that was curtained over his lower torso... "If you could see yourself... So beautiful."
A few long, lazy strokes brought more glistening drops and Zechs caught them, smoothing them over the long shaft, clutching to its heat, and watching it all as if in a dream. Not moving from his gently curled position, he spoke in a low, silky voice. "Shall we do it together, then?"
Letting out a low moan, Treize nodded violently. "Yes, master, yes..." He wanted to touch, more than anything... And all it took was a little shift of one hand, to wrap his hand around the thick member that had been inside him so many, many times.
One graceful movement and Zechs had turned in the bed, head down by Treize's shaft, hips pressing his own aching erection close to Treize's mouth. With a long, low whimper he pressed his lips to the thick member in front of him, hands stroking lean flanks and drinking in the touch of the warm skin.
This was new, too, to Treize, but he knew it would be all pleasure, and he'd already made himself familiar with Zechs' cock... "Zechs," he breathed softly, before letting a hand guide the thick member towards his mouth. /Ah, yes.../ His mouth closed around the head just as Zechs' did the same for him.
The symmetry of it made Zechs moan as he closed his eyes and swirled his tongue around the weeping head, savoring the salty taste that was only Treize. It was heaven, being with him this way, taking in his scent, worshipping what made him male, and feeling Treize's heated mouth on his own aching shaft. Being that close was exquisite and dangerous intoxication and he reached for it willingly.
Treize's hips bucked gently toward Zechs' engulfing heat, even as he took in the rest of the thick head, working more and more of Zechs' shaft into his mouth; his tongue pressed at the slit at the tip, squirming to press in as he suckled lightly.
A throaty whimper escaped the blond man at the touch of that probing tongue. His hands reached for the other man reflexively, cupping smooth buttocks and squeezing them, first pulling Treize deeper into him and then relaxing his throat to take him further.
A moan fluttered against his erection, and Treize swallowed around the shaft in his mouth, nearly gagging but skillfully relaxing; he'd been a fast learner in that, at least. Sapphire eyes flickered shut, as he breathed in the smell that was distinctly Zechs, while his mouth worked at the erction above him.
Zechs was writhing now, the friction of Treize's tongue driving him slowly mad and making the feeling of the other man in his mouth so much more erotic. He let his fingers wander into the cleft between the tight globes of Treize's bottom and gave out a soft hum of pleasure when one fingertip ghosted over the tight entrance hidden inside.
Another moan hummed against Zechs' erection, and Treize swallowed again, working his throat around the tip of the thick shaft, while his tongue teased and played along the sides. To suck on his master, and be pleasured like that, at the same time was heavenly...
Slipping off of the heated shaft for a moment, Zechs rubbed a finger over the head, slicking the tip with warm fluid. He lowered his head to the feast again and pressed the wet finger between Treize's cheeks, teasing the delicate pucker with the ligthest rubbing motion, stopping occasionally with his fingertip at the very center, all the while moving his tongue and throat in a steady rhythm over Treize's erection. /Lovely man... sweet, perfect man.../
The shifting of Treize's hips, back to that finger and up towards Zechs' hot, sucking mouth, was picking up speed, steadily and unstoppably. /Master, master.../ He pulled off long enough to pant "Close..." before returning his ravenous attentions to his owner's weeping hardness.
Zechs pressed the finger in smoothly, unerringly finding the tender nub of prostate and rubbing it firmly. "Give it up to me, Treize," came the silky whisper.
His hips jerked, back to that finger, before he came; thick spurts of semen came loose, as his body tensed beyond possiblity, caught in the waves of release. The sucking around Zechs' members stopped, but Treize kept working his throat, moaning against it.
A low growl came from the blond man as he swallowed every drop. Treize's shaft was so far down his throat that he tasted almost nothing, but the thought of what they were doing turned his blood to fire and he gripped the older man's hips, pulling him so close that Zechs face was pressed hard against Treize's body. Each swallow brought another growl, softer and more pleasured that the first, and he held Treize especially close as he slowly withdrew the finger that had been lodged deep inside of the other man.
So much pleasure that Treize just wanted to drift away into nothingness, just wanted to do nothing more than be so close to the man above and in him. That stirred his mind to wakefulness again, and he started to suckle harder, intent on getting Zechs fully pleasured.
The ache between Zechs's legs had eased, so focused had he been on the other man, and now that Treize's body has relaxed the delicious tension returned with a vengeance. He tried squirming next to Treize but it wasn't enough so he pushed Treize completely onto his back, straddling him backwards and pressing his hips back. It was so wanton, the feeling so very erotic, that he was at the edge almost immediately. Throwing his head back, and arc of silvery hair followed as release washed over him. "Treize! Oh, God, Treize!"
Letting his master fuck his mouth was the ultimate submission that Treize could think of, the flavour of semen barely registering as he swallowed and swallowed, not spilling a drop.
A last shiver of pleasure ran through Zechs and whimpered softly, pulling out of Treize's mouth and rolling over to lay next to the other man. He wrapped his arms around Treize, holding him tightly and stroking his hair, all the while feeling a strange tenderness that was new and puzzling to him. "Angel," he whispered. "My beautiful man..."
Sated and happy, Treize snugged himself in close against Zechs. "My Zechs..." Strong arms slid around Zechs to return the comfortable embrace. "Can we always be like this, Master?"
"Always," Zechs replied, kissing the silky hair he stroked. "I have no intention of ever giving you up..."
"Thank you." Shifting minutely closer, Treize moved a hand to tug the sheets up around them.
Long fingers stroked Treize's cheek and for several moments Zechs simply stared at the other man. "You're distracting me, you know. I've completely lost my focus..."
"Good," he smiled, tone lightly teasing, and sleepy. "Zechs... can I sleep here, with you, tonight?"
Zechs's eyes widened and his mouth fell open just a bit. There was a long pause during which he'd almost convinced himself to say yes, but he just couldn't go that far. That would mean something had really changed... and that the change had been so profound that it had swept aside his first rule about handling pets. And the fact of the matter was, of course, that it had changed - he just couldn't bring himself to let Treize know it.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Treize... I have to prepare for tomorrow. We'll be driving all morning and the merger talks begin at 2 o'clock. I'll be up late, and you should get some rest. I'll need you sharp for tomorrow because you're the one with all the facts at hand."
"You need to be sharp, too," Treize murmured tiredly, voice a little dissapointed. He hugged Zechs tigther. "Tommorow night, then...?"
"We'll think about that tomorrow, shall we?" Disentangling himself from the warm arms (and regretting it horribly) Zechs stood and, without warning, scooped up Treize in his arms and kissed the top of his head. "I'll be very happy to tuck you in, though," he said in a soft voice. "My lovely sleepyhead." And with that he headed towards the communicating door that separated their two rooms.
"Gute Nacht," Treize whispered quietly, arms loosely clasped around Zechs' neck; he hadn't had to sleep alone in a while, and wasn't sure he could do it at all!
"Sleep well, my angel," Zechs murmured as he laid Treize down and covered him with the blanket. He stood for a moment, just looking at him and stroking the ginger waves of his hair before leaning down for one last kiss. "Sweet dreams," he whispered, and quietly left the room.
Eyes barely open, Treize watched Zechs leave, closing the door behind him.
/I finally melted through to his heart,/ he thought dazedly. /God, I want him so badly.../
So badly that it didn't matter anymore that he was the other man's slave -- so badly that he enjoyed it, in fact...
"I love you..."
End of Chapter 26
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