1 Mar 2001
Pairings: Treize, Zechs and Wufei
Warnings: lemon, lemon and lemon -- and angst, o' course. ^__^ Not owned
by us. ^_^
Wufei seemed only moderatly pissed with him, which was better than he'd been the night before. After showering, getting an enema -- he hated them, he really did -- and drying off, he'd crawled into bed exhuasted, hopefully to find comfort in sleep.
But it was not to be, as he laid there on his back in the bed, Wufei close at his side. Sleep was simply not going to come.
At the other end of the room, near the door, something moved, quiet as a breath. It wasn't really visible, darkness on darkness, but it was coming closer to the bed... closer to Treize...
One forked brow rose, and Treize looked over into that darkness. "Hmmm?" It could have been anyone, really -- the master, perhaps? Or even Duo, just trying to scare him.
The next thing he knew, a hand was placed over his mouth and a blindfold slipped over his eyes a split second before his hands came up to protest it. Then he was scooped up and carried out of the room.
"Mmmph!" Treize protested against the muffling hand as he stuggled a good deal. This... he didn't like at all -- was it the master playing a game with him, or was it someone just come to carry him off?!
The figure, whose face was in shadow, deep inside a hooded cloak, moved effortlessly through the house to the door that led out to the gardens. A black-gloved hand keyed in the security code to deactivate the sensors, and they slipped outside, not stopping until until they were deep into the gardens themelves. Treize was set down on a bench and his blindfold removed. As he watched, the hood was pushed back revealing a shock of long, pale hair turned to absolute silver by the moonlight.
"Good evening, Treize," Zechs said mildly.
A moment to adjust to the glow of the area, and then Treize stammered out. "W-where are we?" It was just the master... Thankfully. The place around them was all white, it seemed, from the stone bench to the glowing flowers that filled the air with natural perfume.
"Welcome to the moon garden," he said, and smiled. He removed his cloak and spread it on the grass, flinging himself down on it and looking up at the other man through strands of pale hair. He was wearing a loose-fitting white cotton poet's shirt, open to mid-chest and sleek black pants. His feet were bare.
"Sorry to interrupt your sleep," he said agreeably, "only this place *has* to be enjoyed by moonlight and... I felt a bit lonely. So I thought of you."
Treize managed a genuine little smile then looking around. "I wasn't sleeping anyway," he murmured, soaking in the beauty of the garden. "You fit well in here, master."
/Oh, go ahead, Zechs - bite. You're not averse to hearing what he thinks of you, are you...?/
"Do I?" Zechs murmured. "How so?"
The smile turned slightly sheepish and embarassed for a moment, before Treize went on, "You come out best at night -- you hair looks like silver, and you just seem to glow..."
"What a lovely thing to say, Treize." Zechs's voice was soft and sincere, his look appreciative as he held out his hand to the man on the bench. "Come and look at the stars with me."
Standing and taking Zechs hand in his, the smile on Treize's face didn't waver one bit. Even if it was a bit chilly wearing just those 'sleeping' pants. "Gladly," he murmured. "It's a gorgeous night out."
Zechs pulled him down onto the cloak and then turned to lay on his back, looking up into a sky of dark blue velvet studded with tiny white stars. "Would you believe," he said softly when Treize was lying next to him, partially covered by the cloak, "that I had a teacher at school who made us memorize the names and locations of 75 constellations? And the horrible thing is that as much as I remember ranting to my friends about the idiocy of the assignment, I still remember every one of them... There's pegasus, you see?" He indicated a long, angular group of stars almost directly over head. "And over there," he continued, pointing to his left, "is Pisces."
"Orion," Treize added, pointing to the distinct 'belt' and hour-glass formation. He shifted closer, savouring the feel of Zechs' warm body and the cloak beneath them. "I learned most of them on my own, becuase I loved the mythology that went with them."
"Hmmm... do you remember any of the stories?" Zechs's voice was low and soft and he turned his head to better look at Treize.
A faint blush, barely visable in the moonlight, touched the noble cheeks, then was gone, as he turned his head to look back at Zechs. "Which one do you wish to know?"
There was a moment's silence as Zechs regarded the man next to him. "How about telling me your favorite?" /And let me just look at you... Quatre says to be your friend, but everytime I'm around you it's hard to think of you in only that respect...There's something else.../
"My favourite..." He seemed to mull it over carefully. "Back home, I had a book that had all the Greek myths written out and illustrated -- and my favourite were the tales connected to the pegasus." /Even though the sea-monster did look like a hash-brown./ His gaze drifted from Zechs to the stars, slowly. "Pegasus was born from Medusa, when her head was cut off --they said that he sprang from her neck, shedding a gout of blood and coming out glistening white, taking off into the sky."
"So he was the opposite of her in a way - all beauty and grace out of something so terrible..." Zechs admired the noble profile of his companion a bit longer than looked out at the stars himself. "When I was very young, I used to have the same dream, over and over. It seemed to go on for years but I'm sure it was just a couple of weeks. It always started out the same way -on an airplane with my family. We'd be flying and it would gradually get dark and... and then the plane would just... break apart, somehow. And I could see my family falling but just when I was about to fall after them, a white horse with huge wings would come riding out from behind the clouds... and catch me."
The blond man smiled a bit sheepishly in the darkness. "Of course then it would turn to the most wonderful dream - flying around the sky, in and out of the stars... I suppose I should have been more concerned for my family, but I was probably six or seven, so perhaps I could be excused... I've always remembered where Pegasus was because of those dreams..."
"Sounds like a beautiful dream," Treize mused. He'd never really had dreams like that, had so few jewels of the heart to hold onto. A slightly bitter smile touched his face as he kept looking at that constellation. "Someone tamed Pegasus -- I can't remember his name. Rode him higher than mount Olympus and it killed both the horse and rider -- the rider was sent to hell, but Zeus considered Pegasus too beautiful to waste like that. So he hung him up in the stars." /You belong up there, Master. You're too pretty to be anywhere else. "That's why you fit so well out here -- beauty in a place of beauty."
Zechs looked over at the older man and grazed his hand with warm fingertips. "Do you think of yourself as beautiful, Treize?"
"No," came the truthful answer. "Why would I? I'm not. I have the eyebrows of a goat, a rather large nose, I'm pale, and covered with scars."
A soft laugh came from the blond man and he grasped Treize's hand. "Oh, who would have guessed someone so highly educated could be so utterly dense!" Turning his head a bit more so that it rested against Treize's, Zechs continued. "Do you *really* think I would have been so keen on getting you if you were anything *close* to unattractive? No, no, believe it or not your winning personality and endless charm turned out to be complete surprises," he said, with mock seriousness. "I'll have you know I went on looks alone, so let's take those points of yours one by one, starting with the last."
The blond rolled to his side, head propped on his hand, looking down at Treize's face. One finger stroked a scarred shoulder. "Your scars aren't ugly... not to me. They're just testimonies to the fact that you survived something horrible, emphasis on *you survived.*"
The finger ran lightly down Treize's profile. "Your nose is very aristocratic, like the Romans, what did they call those...? Aqualine -that's it. It saves you from being a dime-a-dozen pretty boy. And as for these..." Light as a whisper, the warm fingers ghosted over the older man's brows. He leaned further towards Treize, so that he nearly looked straight down at him. "These... I secretly adore..." With that, Zechs leaned down and placed a soft kiss on each brow.
Treize chuckled softly, on arm coming up automatically to go around Zechs; waist -- just lightly, though. "Leia once chased me around the house with a razor threatening to shave the split off. I never did find out if she were joking." Looking up at the golden face, turned silver with moonlight, he sighed. "I'm glad that you think that, Master -- you... you're used to being called beautiful, aren't you? I'd bet you hear it every day..."
Another soft laugh. "Well, I don't know about every day. My colleagues at the Stock Exchange and the World Bank are real pissers when it comes to handing out compliments, but it can get a bit... *hollow-sounding*, you know? Never quite sure if people look any deeper into you or if they just... stop."
He looked down, running a long finger along Treize's arm. "Have *you* ever thought about that? Questioned whether someone was with you for what you were instead of what you appeared to be?"
"Many times," he mused sadly. "Many, many times.Leia... I think was the only woman who ever wanted me for me. Not for the money, or title, or anything else."
His smile was sad as he looked up at Zechs, voice soft and rough, "With time, you get tired of playing with facades, subconsciously, and start to give it up. Then you find out who the people are that really care about you."
Zechs dropped back a bit and propped himself on one elbow again. "I can't imagine anyone giving you up... perhaps I don't know you beyond a facade as well. But..." /You can do this, Zechs. Take a breath and just jump right in.../
"I'd like to, though," he said, voice very low, eyes unable to meet Treize's. "I'd like to know who you are behind the mask you wear for me..."
"I don't wear much of one around you, Master," Treize murmured quietly, turning a little to better look at his owner. /Why does he...?/ "I'd question your request, but I know that would be terribly wrong for me to do... And I'm trying to follow your rules." Shifting closer still, that strange light had come back into his eyes, as he leaned closer to his owner. Firm lips parted slightly as he brushed a tender kiss against Zechs' lips. "No masks, master." /So shed yours./
Allowing the transgression to pass, and cursing himself for it, Zechs savored the feeling of the other man's mouth against his. "Permission is granted," he murmured between kisses. "What would you question?"
"Why do you want me to drop the masks?" he murmured, taking what kisses he could while pushing back the urge to simply roll atop Zechs and ravish him. No matter how tempting it was...
"Because," Zechs breathed, "you're unlike anyone I've ever known. You intrigue me... hold me captive with your coolness... and I'm selfish I suppose." The blond gave a tiny whimper as the kisses deepend, pressing forward gently as a slow, burning arousal began. "I want to be the one you can't hide from, Treize... the one you want to give *everything* to... and to be that person, I have to know your very soul..."
"You can have... what ever you want from me," Treize whispered, eating slowly at his owner's mouth, shifting his lower body to rest against Zechs'. "You're more than a pretty face, master. So much more... You're trying to understand -- no-one else has ever done that before."
The blond man gave a soft moan at the feeling of his slave pressed against him. /Whatever I want... don't intoxicate me so, sweet man... I'll be in over my head... and then what will I do...?/
"Well..." he said at last, coming up from a long kiss, "bastards like the ones you were with... don't understand anything but what their cocks tell them..." /And frankly I wish *mine* would be quiet right now.../
"Not just that," he murmured against the edge of Zechs' mouth. "In general, no one ever tried to understand me."
"Mmmn... surely... your parents or... your first wife...?" Zechs brought a hand up, burying his fingers in the golden-brown silk of Treize's hair, one thumb caressing a lightly flushed cheek. "You said your daughter's mother..."
"I never married her," Treize murmured in reply. "It just... never occured. We were engaged, but she died before we were to marry." Sapphire eyes closed, and he nuzzled against that caressing finger, presing for more contact.
"She must have loved you," Zechs murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of Treize's mouth, and for some reason finding it incredibly erotic. "Must have wanted to understand you, as I do now. How could she not...? How could anyone... who had you this close..."
"She tried," Treize admitted, voice filling with pure guilt as he nuzzled those lips, taking another slow kiss. "Tried. I pulled away...I regret doing that. I wouldn't do such a thing again."
Zechs leaned back for a moment and looked into the other man's eyes. "So it's not just me you're aloof with?" he said, smiling. "What an intriguing man you are - you want to be close and yet..." The deep voice stilled for a moment while Zechs took a long, deep kiss. "And yet you hold people at such a distance. Tell me why, Treize..." he murmured against warm lips. "Tell me how to get close to you..."
The more kisses he got, the harder it was to talk. Treize moaned softly, eyes closing for a moment as he pressed close against Zechs, trying to pull himself together. "Distance is safer," he murmured at last. "Just... safer." A bitter little smile. "But you know that already, don't you master? Having all the places you can pull back into to not let things touch or hurt you." He stole a light kiss then, pressing his chances. "I'll risk being hurt if you will, master."
Nearly every cell in Zechs's body was screaming to get away - to run, to pull back, to re-establish the boundaries that should be there if the Master-Slave relationship was to work properly. But the small part of him that responded to Treize's words was louder still, drowning out what Zechs thought was probably the more sensible view. Wrapping long legs around Treize's he gave a deep sigh and whispered, "You win..."
"Thank you," Treize whispered, shifting to lay atop Zechs, keeping his expression as submissive as he could manage so as not to put his master at ease. "You're so very kind..."
Zechs could feel himself trembling violently at the change in perspective, of looking *up* at a partner instead of down, of being kissed, the other man's body pressing down on his. For the first time, he looked at Treize with something less than confidence, with a tinge of fear, and also anticipation. "Dear God..."
Treize pulled back carefully, so he could better look at Zechs' face, though his body still stayed mostly pressed against Zechs'. "Master? Is something wrong?"
/Yes! Everything! You should be down here - I should be up there. Is something wrong?? Just the natural order of things!/
Zechs shook his head, long hair spreading out a bit across the dark cloak. "It's nothing... just don't let me think too much..." His arms went around Treize's neck and he pulled the other man down for a long kiss. /Make me forget about it, Treize... please.../
"Mmmm." A wonderfully deep kiss, one that gave Treize heat in the cool of the night air. His hands moved to Zechs' shoulders, grasping firmly and kneading as he pulled back. "Let me give you pleasure, master..." /Please. I want to make you feel good -- you enjoy pleasure so much, but there's so many other pleasures than just fucking./
"Yes... please, Treize..." The assent was soft, barely a whisper into the night air and Zechs felt a shiver that was equal parts dread and intense arousal. "I'm in your hands... "
"I know," the other man smiled, slipping down a little to push aside Zechs' mostly open shirt. Fingers kneaded curiously over the firm chest for a few moments, carefully avoiding Zechs' nipples; at least, he avoided them until he lowered his head to lightly kiss one.
The trembling began anew and Zechs fought for control. Those warm lips... such an imtimate touch... His hands gripped Treize's arms for security, the presence of the other man strangely comforting, even if what he was doing was unsettling. Unsettling, and strangely pleasureable. No one had ever done this to him... not even that one time... He closed his eyes and pressed upwards the slightest bit against his slave's mouth. "Ahh! Treize..."
/He must not be used to this.../ The kiss turned to a gentle sucking, as Treize moved one hand to rub the one he wasn't sucking. /Such strength.../Pulling back, it was just far enough to breath air lightly over the nub. "You taste so good, master..."
The feeling of it - the gentle suction, the warmth and wetness of Treize's mouth and tongue on him, seemed to feed directly to his shaft, growing harder with each tender suckle. "Uhhhn... No one..." he panted, "no one ever... I didn't know..." The rest of his words trailed off as he cupped the back of Treize's head and pressed upwards again, harder this time. His voice, when he spoke again, was the faintest of whispers. "Ahhh... God help me..."
It was obvious that Zechs was enjoying it *very* much, despite the 'god help me', which did make Treize take pause for a moment. "My Master," he soothed softly, pulling back to blow cooling air again, before he descended on the other nipple to suck there, intent on making it as hard and red as it's mate.
A long, low moan came from his master, who wrapped himself more tightly around Treize, arching his back and trying to ease the ache between his legs. "So good, he whispered. "So very, very good..."
Enough contact was broken to speak, and he replaced his mouth quickly with his fingers. "This is what you do to Wufei and I, master -- this is how you make us feel."
Graceful hands were still buried in Treize's hair, and Zechs looked up at him, azure eyes heavy-lidded. "I didn't think... it was something I would like at all..." His thumbs traced the older man's brows and the lines of his face. "This is all so strange, Treize... I shouldn't like it -shouldn't want it..."
"None of us should, but we do," Treize murmured tenderly, gaze locked on that pure face. "Just the occasional change of pace..." He lowered his head once more, to lick a thin line between firm pectorals. "It's wonderful to give you back pleasure, master..."
"Hmmm... it's still... one-sided, isn't it?" Zechs said softly, staring up at the stars. "Still one person giving and one taking... but there are... two..." He wasn't making sense - wasn't sure of where his thoughts were going, wasn't sure he wanted to know. /What do I do... the world is crumbling.../
"Both want," Treize murmured, shifting down farther kiss and trace each adominal muscle, while his fingers still rubbed and pressed against Zechs' nipples. "What will you let me do, Master? I want to... do so many things for you."
The kisses pulled ragged sighs from Zechs, eyes closed again, head to one side, his entire body seeming to pulse upwards towards Treize's warm lips and hands. "I... I don't... know... uhhhn..."
"I'll go slow, then," he murmured, not sure if his master could hear him or not, as he slipped down. He regretted the moment he had to let go of those firm nipples, to remove Zechs' pants, but it was for a higher cause --though his mouth kept teasing, licking and kissing just above the man's waist-line. "You had me practice sucking Wufei all evening, master --now let me do it for you."
/My clothing... someone's undressing me... should I... should I stop this? Ohhh... feels so good... why doesn't it make sense...?/
Zechs was in the difficult position of trying to argue with himself at a time he was also finding it increasingly difficult to form a coherent thought. A hundred vague objections worried at the edge of his mind but the touches and kisses, the smooth feeling of soft cotton sliding off his thighs, prevented him from really hearing any of them. So he let himself drift.
"Treize... oh, my *sweet* man..."
"Master..." Treize moaned softly, finally getting a chance to calmly look at that throbbing erection, to feel smooth warm thighs beneath his palms. Just as golden and moon-kissed as the rest of the man was, without compare to anything else. Breathing softly over the turgid head, Treize paused for a long moment before he took the tip between his lips.
Zechs's eyes flew open and he gasped, not prepared for the way it would make him feel. So wanton, lying there in the moonlight, with Treize doing this... He hesitated for a moment and then propped himself up on his elbows and simply watched. Voyeurism had always terribly erotic to him, but this... watching himself... Just the thought of it made him twitch.
Fingers stroked tenderly over the muscles of his inner thighs, as Treize let his eyes close, head lowering slowly, bit by bit, onto Zechs' thick erection. /If it's the only way to get through to you, Master.../ His tongue swirled around the head, just like Wufei had taught him.
The motions had their effect and Zechs eyes closed in pleasure, his head falling back to form a pool of blond hair on the cloak. As Treize's tongue rasped over him, he felt his back arching and his hips pressing upwards, seemingly of their own accord to push deeper into the heated mouth. The more intense the pleasure, the stronger the urge to lift his hips and soon only his shoulders were on the ground and his fingers raking through Treize's hair, urging him to take more. "Yes... ah, yes, Treize... so good..." Then everything tensed at once and he knew he wouldn't last long.
And Treize did take, more and more until he was half-gagging to stay where he was, with Zechs' cock deep in his throat, up to the hilt. /He does it so easily... must be the practice,/ came the hazy though.
Now the blond man's hips were pressing forward in a soft, urgent rhythm. "Treize..." he panted, "I... I can't... oh God, I'm gone..." With a long, soft cry Zechs came, flooding Treize's mouth and whimpering softly as each strong wave of pleasure shook him. He brought his hands up to cover his eyes and shook his head back and forth, as if in disbelief at what had happened.
Pulling back only when the spurts had stopped, Treize smiled a little, licking his lips and bring a hand up to wipe the corners of his mouth. He hadn't been able to hanle ot all, and some had fallen back down the now soft shaft. "My Master," he murmured, shifting down a little more to lay his cheek atop Zechs' stomach, looking up the lean body.
"Treize... you've learned your lessons from Wufei very well..." Zechs' voice was low, with a tremble to it - a tremble that seemed to shake his entire body and that he couldn't control. He pulled his hands away from his eyes and looked back up at the stars, beautiful, aloof, uncaring that the safety of his world had fallen apart and that he was even contemplating leaving it that way. Shaky hands sought out the softness of Treize's hair and stroked his cheeks. "Thank you, Treize... thank you..."
"Don't thank -- I wanted to," Treize murmured softly, kissing the fingers whenever they neared his lips. It was so wonderful, out there, under the stars like that... /To ask or not...?/ "Master, I'd like... to t... to do something for and with you, if you'd permit it."
His master only half-heard his words, drifting in sated pleasure as he was. "Hmmm? What is it, Treize...?"
/Ask. It can't hurt.../ "Master, I..." He swallowed, letting his fingers talk for him -- one slender digit trailed down Zechs' down soft balls, lightly over his perenium, to ghost against his anus. "Could I, Master?"
Every muscle in the golden body froze. The next moment, Zechs had scrambled to his knees and was sitting back on his heels several feet from Treize. "No," he said decisively, a slight edge to his voice. "No. Absolutely not." /God, look what's happened! It's exactly as I feared... I shouldn't have let him.../
"All right," was Treize's calm, if worried sounding respose -- it wasn't fear for himself, just... worry. /More hangups than I have.../ "Can we... go back to enjoying the stars then, master?"
Zechs looked at him suspiciously but stayed where he was, not attempting to leave. "Perhaps I've been too lenient with you..." he said softly, his voice sounding every bit as confused as he was. "Why... why would you want to do that?"
"Because it feels good, master," Treize murmured, letting his gaze drop. /Fuck. God damned stupid idea, Khushrenada.../ "I only wanted to give you pleasure."
"You can't give me pleasure by fucking me, Treize," Zechs said tersely. "It won't happen. Ever. Slaves don't fuck their masters - it's just not done. I'm... I'm going to forget that you suggested it." /Sure I will - and maybe the sun won't come up tomorrow.../
He got up and walked to where Treize was, sitting down again and drawing the cloak around them both. "You give me pleasure in many ways, pet. But that's just not going to be one of them, understand?" His voice was kind, but firm.
/More than understood./ Funny, to meet a master too scared to let someone do to him what he did daily to his pets. /Still.../ "Understood, master," Treize murmured, closing his eyes as he snugged himself against Zechs' side. "I won't ever suggest it again."
"That's good... very good..." Zechs wouldn't be closing his eyes anytime soon, yet he stared out into the dark garden with unseeing eyes, lost in an image of the two of them, Treize lying on top of him... and moving...
The stars didn't fall from the sky as they should have then -- they just stayed there, over that moon-lit garden that held master and slave.
End of Chapter 16
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