27 May 2001
TITLE: The Pasha's Passion
AUTHOR: kumiko & tzigane (guilty as charged)
PART: 1/1, Story 7 of Lingering Days
FANDOM: Gundam Wing
PAIRING: 5x6 (yeah, you read that right!)
WARNINGS: AU/OOC; yaoi, some bastardizations running about.
DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to us. If they did, they'd spend more time naked.
ARCHIVE: No, thank you ^_~
C&C: If you feel the urge ^_^
One feature of most academic institutions is the unwavering loyalty students feel towards maintaining campus traditions. There are rites for first-year students every Fall, special events for Seniors in the spring, each of them reinforcing for the students the unique joy that the various times of the academic year brought forth. When you saw the Greek letters in October, you knew it was the time for rushing new members in fraternities and sororities, and when the mortarboards appeared in May, then graduation must be at hand.
Zechs Marquise was currently engaged in an age-old tradition, seen almost exclusively during finals week in December. It involved sitting in the student union with several empty coffee cups scattered nearby and repeatedly banging one's head on the open book in front of the student, in hopes of either forcing the information in the book into one's brain, or dying a merciful death by trying.
"Having a hard time?" That voice held infinite amounts of both sympathy *and* amusement -- and why shouldn't it? After all, the question came from a person who'd just finished the last of his own finals and who was unequivocally free to start packing to take things home, since Alex was moving in with Mueller the Moron and he would have a private room the next semester -- one that would undoubtedly remain abandoned just as much as his room had this semester, as well.
"You've come to taunt me, haven't you?" the tall blond said, putting the instrument of torture down for a moment. "You -- you of the *free* people! While I slave away because 'Lady Noin' postponed the final until the last day of finals week! I could swear she did it on purpose, just out of spite!"
Wufei's lips pursed, his black eyes positively sparkling with humor. "Yep," he agreed, sitting his book bag down across from Zechs. "That's just what I'm here for. Want some more coffee? Maybe something terrible and greasy to eat to make you feel better?"
Zechs managed to smile at him. "Sure," he said with a wink. "Get me something tasty and Southern."
That only gained him a laugh, though, one that verged on pure wickedness. "You can have some of that when we get home," he said in a whisper before heading over to the line that was occupied with students getting cup after cup of coffee. He came back minutes later with fried chicken strips and mozzarella sticks, and sauces to dip them in. "See? Bad for you, but you need something bad for you every now and then. Especially," Wufei noted, "during finals."
Picking up a cheese stick, Zechs sniffed it like a fine cigar and said, "Pure ambrosia -- food for the gods! What are you having?"
"I'm *sharing*!" Wufei informed him, snagging one for himself and stuffing it into the honey mustard cup in the center of the basket. "You have a problem with that?"
"I suppose," Zechs said in a mock pout, "that if I *don't* share I won't get any Southern tasties later on, will I?"
"Mmmmmmaaaaybe," his lover replied with a grin, chomping happily on his mozzarella stick. "Besides, I have *plans* for later. You don't have that test 'til tomorrow afternoon, after all..."
A platinum eyebrow raised as Zechs grabbed a chicken finger. "Plans? You have *plans*? And may I ask what these plans involve?"
For a moment, Wufei honestly seemed to think about it before he grinned at Zechs and took a swallow of his own heavily cream-and-sugared coffee. "Nope. They're a *surprise*. Though I guess I'll go so far as saying that they involve bare skin."
"Ah," Zechs said, and sat back in his chair, regarding Wufei thoughtfully. "Well, you're usually pretty good with those kinds of plans... I suppose I can trust you..." He snatched the last cheese stick and grinned. "But I should put in another hour with the Midland poets -- though they're not nearly as entertaining as *you* would be right now."
"Well," Wufei said with an exaggerated sigh, "I *suppose* I can let you put in another hour with the Midland poets... *IF* you're sure it wouldn't be okay for you to do it in the morning... cheese stick thief."
Zechs eyed his book, then Wufei. He bit into the cheese stick, taking exactly half and held the rest out for Wufei to come and get. "I've been known to do some of my best work in the morning," he mused, waving the cheese stick to persuade Wufei to come closer. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..."
A quick chomp of teeth captured it and made it his, Wufei's eyes glowing. "Good. Let's blow this joint, then," he said with a wink and a little leer. "I'll even let you have the last piece of chicken!"
Zechs took it, devouring it in seconds and then smirking down at Wufei on their way out to the parking lot. "I can think of even better things to blow..."
"I can think of even better things for you to blow, too," Wufei replied airily, nearly smirking by the time they slid into Zechs's Mustang. "So, let's go home and let you... blow."
"That wouldn't have anything to do with your 'plans' would it?" Zechs asked, giving him the keys.
The smirk widened and Wufei outright laughed, black eyes gleaming as he started up the car and put it in gear, sending it rocketing out of the parking lot -- CAREFULLY, though, because it *was* Zechs's car. Still, it was hard to resist whenever Zechs let him drive it, so! "Maybe," he teased.
"Still not telling, eh?" Zechs murmured, letting his hand wander over Wufei's thigh, loving the feel of muscle under jeans when his lover shifted gears. "Not even who's going to be top?"
"Nope," Wufei purred. "I ain't even tellin' that. You'll find out what I have in mind when we get home." A couple of weeks before, he and Zechs had played a very fun game of 'pirate' after Meiran had left them alone finally on the Friday after Thanksgiving. Zechs had promised it would be his turn, next, and Wufei had come up with a moderately elaborate scheme to turn them both on slowly before actually culminating anything.
"Fine," said Zechs in a mock huff. "Leave me over here to simmer. Well, I *won't feel frustrated alone..." He let his fingers fall back to graze firmly along Wufei's crotch.
"I'm driving!" came the slightly indignant squeak, but Wufei didn't mean it -- well, not much anyway, for his hips squirmed up to Zechs's touch with a definite motion, despite the fact that he had a foot on the accelerator.
"Yeah, but you're a good, strong man," Zechs teased. "You can take it... right?" There was another firm stroke of a finger and a slight squeeze of Wufei's balls.
"Oh, GOD," Wufei groaned, shivering and slowing down to take a turn down the street that led to Zechs's apartment. "Maybe... you tease!" Oh, how he liked it!
Zechs dragged his fingernails across the denim of Wufei's fly and then leaned over and kissed the younger man's neck. "I didn't start the tease," he purred. "I'm only maintaining it..."
A shiver worked its way all the way down to Wufei's toes and then he moaned. "Zee~eechs...!" They were *almost* home... just another block...!
"Tell me..." Zechs's voice was silky and warm against Wufei's ear, and he gave it a small lick. "Or the torture continues..."
With more than a little relief, Wufei pulled into the driveway, geared into neutral and set the parking brake. "Let's go inside. Then I'll do more than tell you." His voice dropped low. "I'll *show* you."
"You'd better," Zechs grinned, getting out of the car and waiting for the other man to catch up.
Wufei shut the car door and hurried towards Zechs, grabbing his hand on the way by him. "Hurry, hurry, hurry," he urged. "The faster you get inside, the faster you can get nekkid."
A bit alarmed at the sudden rush, Zechs nevertheless let himself be dragged into the apartment behind Wufei. Once they were inside he gave the other man a pout. "Am *I* the only one who's going to get 'nekkid' as you put it?"
"Ma~aybe," Wufei teased. "I think you should wear a loin-cloth, too. Use one of those big pillow-cases," he ordered thoughtfully, "and *don't* look in the living room. You can only come in there when I say. Well? Go, go!" he shooed, eyes glistening with a fair amount of excitement.
"A pillowcase?" Zechs said in disbelief. "I think I'll find something more dignified than that!" He headed off down the hallway and disappeared into the bedroom.
Once inside he began looking through the drawers of the dresser but, finding nothing that suited him, soon moved on to closet. "Aha! Paydirt!" he said softly, pulling out a bag of items they'd bought over the weekend and not yet put away. One of them was a package of two large, soft chamois cloths for polishing the car. They were a soft, golden tan in color and had edges that looked a bit like buckskin.
He undressed quickly and wrapped one of them around his hips. It covered him - - barely -- and stayed fairly secure with just a loose knot at the side,leaving most of his thighs and legs completely exposed. Staring at himself in the mirror on the back of the door, he murmured, "Hope he likes it," and then headed out to the living room.
Wufei had said not to come 'til he called, but it was obvious from the moment Zechs stepped into the room that he was ready.
The blinds were drawn. That was actually the second thing that he noticed, and the heavy brocade curtains were drawn across them so that the room had become a dark gleaming thing, full of candles that sparked little gleams in the brass candlesticks beneath them and glinted off of glass everywhere in the room. How Wufei had lit so many of them so quickly he couldn't guess. Most of the furniture, as well, was covered over with brocaded throws and bedspreads -- ivory and gold, heavy and silken, with accents of jade in silk scarves that were tossed over lamps that helped out the dim light.
It was obviously something Wufei had been planning while Zechs had been studying.
The first thing that Zechs had noticed lifted a bracelet decked arm and leaned back farther on the fainting couch that had occupied a corner of the room earlier in the day but which had almost magically come to replace the coffee table instead. Fingers brushed lightly across a kohl rimmed eye as Wufei smirked, looking at Zechs.
He was dressed only in white silk pants that were mostly diaphanous and clung to the lines of lithe legs. A small strange little hat sat upon his head, as well, made up more of golden things than anything else, and the material there was white silk, as well.
"Come." The word was sharp, the glance sharper, and it was meant to make Zechs fall to his knees without question.
Which of course he did, after having crossed the room to where his lover reclined. /Oh, *fuck* I want him *now*!! That skin... those eyes... please don't make me wait!!/
"Now," Wufei purred, lightly propping a foot against one golden shoulder, leg rubbing lightly against Zechs's face. "Worship me."
Zechs turned his head slightly and pressed a kiss to Wufei's calf, just above the ankle. "You're beautiful, sire..." he murmured.
Ebony eyes gleamed down at him, unreadable, unknowable. "Yes," Wufei said finally, softly, reaching out and touching Zechs's gleaming golden locks. "I am." A handful of hair wound up in his fist, though it wasn't painful -- a caress more than a pull, one that brought him further up Wufei's leg. "Now, slave. Do as I told you," he almost purred, "and do it well, or I'll have to take you over my knees."
/Oh, *that* would be interesting.../ "Yes, master..." Zechs closed his eyes and began to kiss his way up Wufei's thighs, large, golden hands smoothing the material there as he nuzzled and licked his way up toward's Wufei's crotch. When he reached the spot, nearly revealed under the gauzy pants, he buried his face against it, kissing at the lovely erection there and mouthing it through the material. A sigh shuddered its way out of his master, and those fingers on his scalp turned from tugging slightly to massaging. "Just that way," Wufei whispered, a hand sliding down one of those lovely gold arms and over a shoulder, seeking and finding a bare nipple to pluck with a certain roughness, a strangely compelling ache rising in that pebble of flesh. "Yes, like that, pet."
Zechs growled softly at the little pinch, arching his hips forward just a little without a thought. He began exploring and found Wufei's balls through the fabric, sucking each firmly until the fabric was wet and clung to them. /Like ripe fruit.../ "Oh, Master, let me see you... please!"
"When I say," Wufei told him firmly even as his fingers reached to the side and loosed the tiny buttons that would open the pants for Zechs in a few moments. "First, tell me that you love me."
Zechs looked up, azure eyes full of adoration. "Oh, I love you, master," he breathed. "More than life itself, I love you..."
Carefully, Wufei pulled him up, closer to his face, lips lightly brushing against Zechs's before taking them in an almost bruising kiss momentarily. "Sweet," he whispered as they parted, rubbing his nose to the other man's reassuringly. "Now, you may. Do it properly, though, or..." The unvoiced threat was there, soft and ominous.
"Yes, Master," the tall blond replied, a slight tremble in his voice. "May I undress you?"
Carefully, Wufei laid back, watching Zechs almost impassively for a moment, but unable to keep the tiny tilt of his lips off of his face as he smiled and gave the faintest of squirms. "Yes."
"Thank you, Master," Zechs murmured, moving his hands to pull gently at the silky fabric around Wufei's hips. The gauzy stuff almost melted away, revealing creamy skin and a hardened shaft. Zechs leaned in close, letting his hair trail over the heated flesh and tease at the soft balls beneath it. "Mmmm... you're *so* good to me..." he whispered.
"I like being good to you," Wufei whispered, fingers stroking lightly over the top of Zechs's head. "You make it easy to be good to you.."
Zechs gave a shiver of pleasure as he breathed over the heated erection. It looked so erotic and the scent coming off of it was dizzying, so intensely intimate... Moving closer still, he licked the very tip of it, slowly, firmly, closing his eyes at the taste of Wufei and the blissful feeling of submission, of being in thrall to another man.
"Just like that..." Wufei laid back, almost draping himself across the fainting couch. "Do it just like that..."
Zechs gave a pleased murmur and began licking with slow earnestness. His tongue rasped across the skin, finding every sensitive part before swirling around the tip and slowly tracing the circle of skin underneath it. /I could do this forever... nothing but sit here at his feet, doing just this.../
He was good at it, too, for it drew little moans and sighs of pleasure slowly from his lover, those hands caressing, touching, teasing... "Oh..." It was a bare whisper of sound, but so full of pleasure as to be unimaginable. Nuzzling his way downwards, Zechs found Wufei's balls and placed a reverent kiss on each. "Such lovely fruit you bear, Master," he breathed, kissing them again. "May I taste it...?"
"Yes...!"
"Mmmm..." Zechs hummed softly as he took one of the silky balls into his mouth. He sucked it softly and the ran his tongue around it slowly, teasing at the sensitive skin beneath it before moving on to the other and giving it the same treatment.
It was almost more than Wufei could bear, hips rocking up to meet that soft mouth, ripples of pleasure dancing along his nerves. "Ohhh!"
When he'd suckled long enough there, Zechs kissed his way upwards, his hands stroking softly along the inside of Wufei's thighs as he took the long shaft fully into his mouth. He went down on it slowly, long hair brushing the younger man's hips and thighs, and his tongue stroking as it went deeper and deeper, until it was all the way down his throat.
"Stop!" The word was husky, throatily voiced, and it almost warbled. "Did I tell you to do it that way?" Wufei asked, dark eyes narrowing slightly as he pulled Zechs's head up.
Zechs looked stricken. "N-No Master... I have been disobedient." /Yes, I have, sweet one... discipline me.../
"And what do we do, then, with pets who disobey their masters?" Wufei purrrred, eyes glinting darkly.
Zechs ducked his head, pale gold hair falling around his face. "Punish them, Master," he whispered, feeling his erection twitch at the thought.
"Over my knees, boy."
Zechs's head came up at those words, azure eyes staring in disbelief at the young man above him. He felt the color rush into his cheeks as he thought about what was going to happen, of how he would look, spread across the smaller man's lap.
"Y-Yes, Master," he said hesitantly, and rose, straddling Wufei's lap with his knees on one side and his elbows on the other. /Dear God, is he really going to do this?/
The buff-colored cloth covering him was tossed up lightly to land at the small of his back, a hand slowly beginning to stroke his bottom and legs as Wufei almost hummed with delight. The skin there was smooth and very pale, less golden than the rest of Zechs's body, and it was almost eye-crossingly delicious to look at -- and to smack, very lightly, not even remotely painful and definitely not meant to be. No, this wasn't going to *hurt* --just tease.
A lot.
"You should always do as you're told. Repeat that."
Zechs let out a little huff of air at the first slap. "I... should always do as I'm told," he said, his voice breathy. /I can tell already I'm not going to last... not with those hands on me!/
Another smack, as easy and gentle as the first. "You're going to be a better boy. Say that, too!"
"Mmmm... I'm going to be a better boy," Zechs said, squirming.
"And you're going to do what I tell you to next time?" Another of those taps, and then fingers lightly prying between his cheeks, teasing him open.
"Ahh!" Zechs gasped at the intimate invasion, squirming again, feeling his leaking erection nudge Wufei's thigh. "Yes, I'll do exactly what you tell me to do, master..." /Just do it to me *soon*!/
"Then get up," Wufei said, smacking him again, sweetly, "and fetch that bowl of oil, boy, and bring it back."
Walking with his head down, Zechs wandered over to where Wufei had left a small brass bowl filled with oil. When he reached Wufei with it, he knelt down again, head lowered and offing the bowl to his lover on his knees. /What do you have planned for me, Wufei...? Oh, make it soon... make it *good*... I'll give up every ounce of will I have to you for that.../
Fingers reached out and lightly traced Zechs's lower lip. "Anoint me," he purred, eyes narrowing, a smile tilting the corners of his own mouth.
/Oh, *yes*!/ "Yes, Master," he murmured and place the bowl on the floor between Wufei's feet. Dipping his hand into the warm oil, held a trembling, dripping finger above that lovely erection before bringing his fingers down over it. "Ah, *sir*, he breathed
"Do it properly," he was warned. "It'll be you who aches if it isn't done well."
Long fingers stroked the oil onto Wufei's bobbing erection. Every now and then Zechs would return to the bowl to dip his fingers and return, swirling hand around until every inch was glistening in the candlelight. It made him dizzy to look at -- so powerfully erotic... "Ah, Master..." he breathed.
"Do you want it?" Wufei whispered. "Are you hot for it? Come up here, Zechs. Come up here, and put your legs on either side of mine..."
"Oh, *yes* Master," Zechs panted, "I want it... I want it so *badly*..." He did as he was told, crawling up and straddling Wufei's legs. /Hurry, love! Oh, don't make me wait... I want to be yours.../
Small, slim hands moved forward, lightly twitching aside the front of Zechs's 'loincloth' now, fingers wrapping around his cock and slowly squeezing, sliding... teasing. "Do you want me?" Wufei whispered. "Do you want to sit on my cock and *fuck* yourself?"
"Uhhhn, *yes*!" Zechs cried, moving against those hands. "Oh,*please* let me do it, Master!"
"Shift forward," came the firm order, Wufei taking his cock in hand. There would be no fingers used here -- as excited as Zechs was, he wouldn't need them, Wufei was certain. He could see clear, sticky fluid dripping off of the soft head of his blond lover's cock as he moved forward to obey, and it was damned near his undoing.
Zechs did as he was told, feeling the blunt head nudging up between his cheeks. It sent a shiver of anticipation through him and he squirmed, lowering himself bit by bit onto his lover's shaft.
"Just like that," Wufei murmured, pulling Zechs forward to kiss him even as pressure built and he slipped inside, snug clench making him shiver. "Unh!"
Moaning against Wufei's lips, Zechs shuddered with pleasure at the invasion. "Ah, so *much*, Master," he whispered against Wufei's mouth. "So deep... oh, *fuck* it feels so *good*!!"
"Push down," Wufei growled even as he shifted upward, groaning. "Zechs!"
Zechs did just that, leaning backwards a little until he could feel Wufei's thighs brushing his bottom. "Uhhhn, *Master*! he cried, squirming to feel Wufei deep inside of him. "Can I... can I move... *please* Master!"
As much as Wufei wanted to say yes, yell yes, *breathe* yes, his answer was a breathy little sound of negativity. "No."
"Master?" The word was said in disbelief and a small, hungry whine escaped Zechs.
"No," Wufei said quietly. "You sit still." Another of those soft, ineffective smacks came against his thigh. "Sit still, and kiss me..."
A small whimper escaped Zechs but he did what he was told. Leaning forward and fighting the urge to raise himself up on the hardened shaft, he brushed Wufei's lips once before passionately pressing his mouth to Wufei's. Tangled tongues, sweet lips, Wufei's hands lifting to tenderly push his hair back in order to kiss him better -- it was scrumptious, that kiss, almost enough to make him come right then, before he even heard Wufei's words.
"Now, you can move."
Giving out a shuddered moan, Zechs rose up on his knees, until just the tip of Wufei was in him and then came down again, skewering himself to the hilt. "Ohhhhh, *Master*!!" he cried, raising and lowering himself once again, "Ah, so *good*! Uhhhhhn!!" Falling into a steady rhythm, he threw back his head as a spark of wantonness swept through him, fucking himself steadily as he whimpered.
It was exquisite, beyond exquisite, Wufei slamming up to meet each steady downward push, both of them nearly crying out loudly with the sheer wonder of it. It felt as if every skin-cell was alive with pleasure, and Wufei's fingers dug into his hips, pushing him, directing him, taking what he wanted. "Unh!"
"M-Master... close," Zechs whispered, knowing he was on the edge and any simple movement might send him over. But he wanted to be a good slave... "Please... tell me I can, Master... oh, *please*!"
"Yes!" Wufei hissed out, the feel of impending orgasm glowing in his own veins as he lightly held onto Zechs, the other man driving him closer and closer... "UNH!" Zechs impaled himself one last time and then let out a long, keening whimper as he came, spilling onto Wufei's chest and clamping down hard on the shaft inside of him with each delicious spasm. "Master...!"
The feel of that spectacular tightening left Wufei gasping as he came, crying out with the feel of it, hot and sudden and utterly explosive. He could feel Zechs come down over him, the other man's arms around him, and he lifted his own dazedly, clutching his tall lover tightly against him. "Zechs," he whispered. "My Zechs. Oh, my Zechs!"
Panting too hard to speak for a moment, Zechs simply lay in Wufei's arms, feeling he could melt right through the other man's skin. "You are *so* exquisite," he whispered. "It feels... it feels like there's nothing I wouldn't do for you..."
Slow, sweet kisses teased at his mouth. "Zechs..." Wufei murmured, nuzzling his face. "Are you happy? Did I make you happy?" he murmured, cheek rubbing tenderly at the golden chin. "I wanted to please you, and to keep you from worrying so much. You know you'll do fine tomorrow. You're perfect, for me..."
"You have a wonderful way of keeping me from worrying," Zechs answered, kissing the line of his lover's jaw. "What do you say to a bath and ordering something for dinner?"
"Pizza?" Wufei asked. "With extra cheese and pepperoni?"
"Whatever you wish, Master," Zechs purred, biting softly at the tender place on Wufei's neck. "You make the call, I'll start the bath. Is that acceptable, Your Tastiness?"
Laughter drew from his dark-haired lover, Wufei's lips turning sweetly to his own. "That sounds perfect," he whispered, nuzzling at Zechs.
Reluctantly, Zechs pulled away from Wufei's arms and stood, holding out a hand to help his little Master up. "Given the way you look right now, I'd say it should be the jasmine bath oil tonight..."
Leaning up, Wufei stole a kiss with a smile. "Jasmine oil it is. You want coke with your pizza?"
"Mmmm... sure, a Dr. Pepper," he answered easily as he moved towards the bathroom. At the door he turned and looked back at Wufei, shaking his head. "Damn, I've been in the South too long." Then he disappeared around the door.
The sound of feet behind him made him pause, and Wufei was on him in seconds, literally flinging himself onto Zechs and leaning up to kiss him, mirthful joy written all over his face. "I love you, Zechs Marquise," he laughed huskily. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you!"
Slightly taken aback by the exuberance, Zechs caught the smaller man up in his arms. "Well, that sounds pretty good, but... you don't love me just because I like Dr. Pepper do you?" His eyes narrowed, half mischievous, half sly. "I mean, what if I decided to like... *Pepsi*???"
"I'd have to molest you just twice a day instead of three or four times," Wufei whispered, kissing him deeply. "I'll go order the pizza." Watching his lover move off down the hall, Zechs smiled softly. A definite plan was forming in his mind and he liked the way it was heading...
End of Part 7
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