18 Apr 2001
Pairings: Treize, Zechs and Wufei puddle!
Warnings: lemon, lemon and lemon -- and angst, o' course. ^__^ Not owned by us. ^_^
(Nothing's missing in this chapter ^_~)
They pulled up to the hotel and Zechs left the car with the valet. Once they were upstairs in their suite, Zechs ordered a light dinner and then started a bath.
"Come on, now," he said, slipping arms around Treize from the back and kissing his neck. "I missed my bath last night. Let's get undressed and into some warm water..."
"Oh, please," Treize breathed softly, leaning back agianst Zechs, those warm arms, hot lips. "My master... Please. Lets." He drew away, trembling slightly as he grasped Zechs' hand and pulled him after him into the bathroom.
Once there, Zechs slowly undressed Treize, kissing him softly the entire time and letting his hands linger on newly-exposed skin.
"Ahh, Zechs," Treize whimpered softly, shaking harder still, but now with lust, as he turned, half-dressed, to latch onto Zechs.
"My sweet man..." Zechs murmured, caressing Treize's lean hips and trailing kissed along his shoulders. His hands found the rest of the buttons and zippers and in another minute his pet stood naked before him. Azure eyes roamed appreciatively over the long, lean legs, and flat belly before Zechs wrapped his arms around the older man, squeezing and caressing his rounded bottom and sighing lightly into his ear. "So beautiful..."
Treize let out his own soft sigh, one of releif and pleasure, as he pressed his nakedness against his master's clothed form. "You know just what to do," he murmured, calmer thn before, hands going ot tug at Zechs' clothing.
Zechs helped and when they were both undressed, Zechs led the way down into a large circular tub of steaming water. "Now, Treize," the tall blond murmured, "come here and let me kiss you."
Half kneeling, and letting the feel of hte water sink into his skin, Treize obeyed -- moving that litle bit forward so that he was half-straddling his master, arms sliding around Zechs' chest.
Zechs hands were cupping Treize's buttocks again, squeezing softly, one long finger caressing the tender cleft between them. Leaning closer, he caught the older man's mouth in a slow and fevered kiss, teasing at the edge of Treize's lips, a gentle demand to be let in.
Those lips parted gladly, and Treize pressed closer, chest to chest, cock hitting cock. His body was still trembing from hte adrenaline rush of fear, but it was transmuting into something far better... "Zechs," he moaned quietly, breaking hte kiss a moment before he pressed it further.
There were few things that felt better than smooth skin under warm water and Zechs felt as though his fingers were merely hovering above Treize's body, touching it so lightly that he wasn't quite sure it was a touch at all. His tongue captured the other man's, swirling and tugging, a gentle combat and from deep in his chest came long, low sounds of pure pleasure.
Giving in at last to the natural motion of two bodies together, Treize rocked his hips against his owners, trying to coax the other man a litle further into the heated water. Slick tongue rubbed slick tongue, trembling with want caused by the man who was below him.
"Uhhhn... Treize..." Zechs sighed as he sat back on a smooth tile bench built into the tub itself. Pulling Treize onto his lap, he positioned him so that Treize's bottom rubbed against the top of Zechs's bobbing erection. "I want you... so badly, sweet angel..." he crooned into Treize's ear. "Let me take you here... now..."
"Please," Treize replied softly, voice still timid as it had been when Relena had come across them -- it was starting to sink in, slowly but surely, but he wasn't going to let it sink in just *then*. Everything felt too damnded good... "Zechs, I need you."
"I'm here," the blond man whispered, spreading the lovely globes apart with his hands and teasing the tight entrance with the head of his shaft. "I'm here and I *will* keep you safe..."
A tiny soft whimper left Treize, nodding as he pressed his face against Zechs' neck and half-wet hair. /Then keep me, please... Just keep me./With an equally quiet breath out, he pushed back towards Zechs' warm hands, his hard cock.
A slight push forward and Zechs was pressed firmly against that tight entrance. As he pressed further, and felt the trembling ring of muscle give way, he tightened his hold around Treize, sliding in and whispering, "You're *mine*..."
"Hnnn.... all yours," Treize whispered, the arms around Zechs' chest tightening as he pressed down, until Zechs rested inside of him, to the hilt. The friction burned, but the slight pain was good -- made him sure Zechs was there.
Zechs moaned softly at the feeling, pressing his forehead to Treize's temple and burying the fingers on one hand in golden-brown hair. He didn't attempt to move, just held the other man and whispered to him. "Oh, lovely man... how could you possibly think I would abandon you? I've learned my lesson... someone would have to kill me to get you away from me... so don't worry... don't worry, dear Treize..."
"I know," he whispered back, not moving. "I know, Zechs... but fears aren't rational." Eyes closed and he pressed a kiss to his master's neck. "You mean so much to me."
"As you do to me," Zechs replied. He pulled back just the slightest bit, smiled softly at the man in his arms and nuzzled his way to claiming a kiss that was soft and long. When they broke off, he kept his lips against Treize's and murmured, "Forever, Treize... that's how long I want you with me..."
There was a tentative smile on Treize's lips then a full-fledged one, before he pressed them against Zechs' once more. "Thank you..."
But he was cut off by another kiss, a bit more insistent this time, as Zechs's hands roamed softly over every inch of Treize the blond could reach. Leaning in, he put his mouth unerringly upon the sensitive spot on the older man's neck, then pulled out about half way and slid slowly back in.
The strangled moan that gained him shivered its way down Treize's spine, as the other man pressed back to the aching impalement within him. "Ohh. You always... ah, do that so well," Treize whispered brokenly, rubbing his chest against Zechs'.
"And *you*," murmured Zechs, nipping at the tender, bruised skin, "are always so *deliciously* responsive..." He pulled out all the way this time, then gave a long, steady thrust until he could feel his balls press against Treize's body.
The water made it all feel... strange. Distanced, almost, but there was still so *much* to feel! The familiar filled, aching pressure, the slide of skin agianst his... "My master," Treize panted softly, "You make me like... this.... for you..."
"Uhnnn, yes..." Zechs had begun a slow rhythm to his thrusting, each one slow and deep, and now his arms moved down from the other man's shoulder's and head to cup his torso, forcing him to lean over backwards. "Sweet, perfect body..." he said in his deep, silky voice. "My lovely slave, my pet... let me worship you... just like this..."
Arms clinging around Zechs' neck as he relaxed back, Treize let out a shaky sound, eyes barely slitted open. "Ah, master.... Please... make me feel you."
The blond gave a low growl and then gripped Treize's hips, forcing him back and downwards with every thrust made into his body. Zechs's breathing was getting increasingly heavy and he couldn't help but close his eyes for a moment at the sheer force of pleasure there was to be had in thrusting as hard and as deeply as he could.
Between them, Treize's cock bobbed, hard and leaking with every thrust that scraped his prostate, surrounded mostly by the warm water. He wanted to be able to rub it against Zechs, but there was something tantalizing about not being able to touch the other man's body, only to be touched the way Zechs liked it, pounding into him. "Ah, ahh, Zechs..."
"Treize... ah, look at how beautiful you are..." Through eyes half-lidded with desire, Zechs admired Treize, arching beneath him - the broad shoulders and lean belly; the pale and creamy skin that covered muscles restored from their earlier impoverished state; the look of water droplets covering him, making Zechs want to lick them all off. But the blond found that it was the rosy-brown nipples on Treize's chest that drew him like a magnet, and soon he had the other man's torso held firmly in his hands and he lowered his head to suckle from them as he thrust in and out.
That got him a sharp out-cry, one hand knoting tightly into his hair. "Zechs, Zechs... Please, Master, let me..." The wash of passion that hit him with that touch was amazing, and so very strong!
"Mmm... not yet Treize..." Zechs murmured moving to the other nipple. "Not. Quite. Yet..." Cradiling Treize with one arm, Zech's other hand took hold of the older man's shaft, squeezing gently at first before gliding warm fingertips over it. Occasionally, his fingers would dip into the heated water of the tub and he'd pour it over the swollen member before stroking it again. "Nnnn, does my lovely man want this *very* badly?" he breathed against Treize's damp skin.
"Please," Treize whimpered in a tight voice. "Ah, please, please, Zechs.... I can't last..." His arms were tight around Zechs' neck, body shaking with the effort it was taking him to not simply let go.
"Oh, I love to see you hold it back..." Zechs whispered, thrust once, twice more and then murmuring his permission in Treize's ear at the same time release claimed him.
It was like pulling the trigger on a gun -- Treize shot off instantly, with a ragged gasp and sudden arch of his back. "Zechs!"
Such an intense feeling - Zechs flooding Treize at the same time that Treize filled Zechs' hand and clenched tightly around the thick shaft imbedded within him. Zechs' eyes were closed, and he whimpered with every pass of sweet fire that tore through him. It seem to go on forever, between the two of them. Aching and perfect and endless.
Until Treize slumped forward against his master, breathing hard, delighted by the pleasure that enfolded him so throughly. "I needed you to do that, Master," he whispered in a raggedly sated voice. "I need your touch so much."
Zechs sighed, a low sultry sound. One of his hands was now tangled in Treize's hair, the other wrapped firmly around his waist, to hold him close. "And I crave that need in you... it's the food I eat - the very air I breathe..." he murmured, nuzzling his way along Treize's jaw until he found a sweet, hot mouth, and claimed it passionately for his own.
The shifting forward made Zechs' hardness slip from his aching entrance, but Treize didn't care -- as long as he had enough contact... ANd his body plastered ot Zechs', lips caught up in a passionate kiss, was a pleasant amount of contact. "My master," he whispered then they broke.
"My pet," Zechs breathed in reply, lips moving against Treize's and golden hands moving downwards to cup and squeeze his buttocks again. "So perfect," Zechs mused in between kisses. "Everything about you fascinates me - your body... your mind... that stubborn streak you have... I could make a study of you forever and not find all the mysteries..."
"I'd be happy to be your subject," Treize murmured passionately. "You're so many things to me, Master -- gentle, knowing, kind, beautiful, brilliant..."
Zechs pulled them both further down into the bath, loving the feeling of touching Treize's skin under still-warm water. "I don't need to be flattered, Treize," he said, voice low and silky. "Just kiss me like you really mean it..."
"Master." A firm statement, as he moved closer still, kissing as Zechs' jaw with suckling little nips.
"Do you have something against my lips, Treize?" the blond said in mock seriousness. "Some mysterious reason that you refuse to kiss me there?"
"It's hard to decide where to kiss, Zechs," Treize answered, pressing a kiss to Zechs' lower lip. "There's so much I want to kiss."
Zechs's hands glided over Treize's chest and back. "Even your answers are perfect," he whispered, relaxing and letting Treize do what he wanted with him, while long, pale gold strands drifted through the water.
What Treize wanted to do was just what he'd said he did -- kiss Zechs all over, run his hands through the tendrils of soft wet hair, press and rub his body against Zechs's. "Should we bother with soap?" Treize teased softly as he suckled on Zechs' chest, just above the line of water.
"Mmmm... not at the moment," came the purred reply. "It probably wouldn't taste very good." Zechs's eyes were closed, his back arching up to press more firmly against the other man's mouth. "Ahhh, God, Treize... why is it that I can't get enough of you? You have me completely addicted... oh, yes *there*..."
Just above Zechs' nipple, as far down as Treize could kiss without getting a nose-full of water. The skin beneath his lips was deliciously warm, empowering to know that he was making Zechs fell like that. "You've wrought some changes on me, too, Zechs," came the amused words.
"Have I?" the blond said, voice a little breathy from the attention that nipple was getting. "I would've said *you* were the winner of most of our... battles... uhn!"
"If you hadn't changed me I wouldn't enjoy this so much," he smiled, applying hte litest of light pressures with his teeth.
Zechs let out a soft groan and his head fell back, the tiny grazes taking his breath away. "My dear pet... nothing I've done... no, you would have loved it... with anyone... you were meant to be with men... oh, *damn*..."
"That's cruel to say, Zechs," Treize uttered, biting just a litte bit harder. "Like saying a straight man would like being with any woman at all... I have preferences and tastes, and you fit perfectly to all of them."
Zechs's entire body was trembling now. "Uhhhnn... well... I certainly had nothing to do with those, did I? I mean... all the things I like... hnnnn... you can't stand..."
"If I couldn't stand them, I'd have run," he reminded, his hand joining in now to tease and pinch the other nipple.
"Ah! I see." Zechs's voice was trembling as much as the rest of him. "Then... it's only when you're... in bed with me... that you protest... otherwise - uhhnn! - you think they're grand... ah... harder, Treize... oh, *harder*!" His cock had stiffened once more and now he reached between his legs, stroking it to gain some ease, but all it did was excite him even more.
"Do you like this master?" he asked softly, gaze gleaming as he pinched that nipple hard.
"Uhhnn! Y-yes!" The words came almost like a cry and Zechs's hand stroked him faster. His head now lay back on the edge on the tub, pale hair streaming around him, and he was panting heavily. soft whimpers escaping him with each pinch of Treize's fingers. "Oh, God... oh dear *God*... Treize..."
Fingers pinching roughly at one, while Treize bit, nearly hard enough to break skin, at hte other. /He's getting off on this... likes this pain.... how strange!/
"Ah, YES!!" the blond man cried, his free hand pressing the back of Treize's head down while his back arched up, increasing the intensity of the bite. The his body gave a hard shudder, and he was arching and whimpering with each spurt of seed, each wave of excitement that crashed through him, unable to think or speak, a creature of sheer pleasure.
When he returned to the world again, Treize was kissing lightly on the abused nipple at his mouth, apologetic. "Master,I'm sorry -- I bit..." He'd tasted the distinct tang of blood, and knew he'd bitten too hard.
The blond man's eyes were still closed, his expression blissful, and when he spoke, his voice even deeper than it usually was. "No need to apologize, Treize," he murmured, and then gently pulled the older man up, wrapping his arms around Treize's hips and nuzzling at his neck. "I'll gladly wear your mark..." Deep inside of him a last vestige of protest was raging, fighting against the submissiveness inherent in the statement, but relaxed and pleasured as he was, Zechs couldn't bring himself to care.
And Treize was greatful for that, half afraid that Zechs would have snapped at him for such a slip. "Thank you, Zechs... I'm glad we came back here..." Which reminded him that dinner was probably waiting, and his softly growling stomach agreed, but he was too sated to really care. To really move, anymore than simply clinging to Zechs, noting that the water was cooling.
Zechs trailed soft kisses along Treize's jaw before taking his mouth softly. "Thank *you*, Treize... you were an absolute *delight*... drawing it out that way. Mmmm..." Another slow kiss and then he pulled back to look into his pet's deep blue eyes. "Shall we shower off and then have something to eat?"
"Yes, please," Treize whispered, still holding Zechs' tightly, gaze steady.
The shower water was steamy hot and Zechs continued to kiss Treize slowly and thoroughly while he ran soapy hands over the smooth, pale skin. "Mmm... sweet angel... we'll have you clean and well-fed in no time at all..."
There was still some shock of before lingering on him, as could easily be seen since all Treize did was stand there, arms close around Zechs' neck, nuzzling at the man's jaw and cheek. "Mmmhm."
When the older man had been soapedin every conceivable spot, Zechs brought his arms down and took hold of them, one in each hand, turning Treize so that his back was to the spray. "Lean back," he murmured. "I'll hold you."
"All... all right," Treize uttered, voice just barely carrying above the pound of hte spary as he closed his eyes and leaned back.
Zechs smiled, eyes traveling the length of the lean body, hypnotized by the sight of the water sluicing over Treize's skin, making it glow with warmth. /Ah, Treize... what a feast for the eyes you are.../
The wrists that Zechs held were trembling with strain before Treize leaned back in, washed clean. "Hmmmh. Thank you."
Zechs led them out of the tub and took a large towel off the gleaming chrome towel heater, throwing it around Treize's shoulders and wrapping him up in it. He ran gentle hands down the other man's chest and belly, dabbed softly at his face and then knelt in front of him, drying his legs and feet, all the while remaining naked and dripping himself.
It struck Treize then that Zechs did such things often -- trying to comfort others and give what he could, show how he had emotions he didn't understand. When Zechs rose again, Treize reached for a second towel. "My turn."
The azure gaze registered mild surprise. "You don't have to. I just thought you looked tired, and wanted you to be able to get off your feet as soon as possible. I can... do it myself..."
"Let me," Treize whispered, shifting the towel in his hands, reaching forward to rub it over his lover's chest. "The sooner you're dry, the sooner we can be in bed."
Zechs's look softened and he allowed Treize's hands to move over him. It was an odd feeling, because he was used to doing the tending, the nurturing, but it also brought his beloved pet closer to him and how could that be bad? /My pet... doesn't seem to fit him as well as it did before.../
He watched Treize's face as the other man worked, his own expression somewhat wary, like a deer that's alert to every danger, but he knew deep down that wariness wasn't the only thing making his heart pound at that moment. And whatever was he going to do about *that.*
Gentle, buffing strokes, that warmed the skin as it went, found their way acorss Zechs' torso, arms, stomach, thighs, his softened sex and calves, before moving to stroke over Zechs's back and buttocks.
"Thank you," Zechs said, voice deeper from the relaxation. "That feels wonderful. Why don't you go get the food set up while I dry my hair?"
"Yes," Treize smiled, rubbing the towel on Zechs' bottom one more time before tying it around the man's hips, before he stood completely, huge towel still wrapped around his body. He had a robe in 'his' room...
Turning to the hair dryer on the sink countertop, Zechs smiled for a moment and then spun around and caught Treize by the towel. He cupped the back of the other man's head and gave him a soft but passionate kiss. Backing away just a bit, he grazed kiss-swollen lips with his thumb and said softly, "Thank you again... for making me feel so good."
"I love to know that I make you feel good, Master," Treize whispered, tongue darting out to lick the padd of that thumb.
"You do indeed," said Zechs, first licking, and then kissing, at the corner of Treize's mouth. The he pulled away gently and turned on the hair dryer, sending dark gold strands streaming around his face and warm air washing over the man behind him.
Treize stood there for a moment, smiling in the wash of heat, before he pulled away and slunk out of the room to put on a robe, lay out Zechs's robe, and set up dinner.
Zechs had gone for a short walk with a member of the other side of the merger, leaving him in a small cafe where Relena was supposed to meet him. It was part fear that filled him, part anticipation. They'd practiced their story, and practiced it until he knew it as well as the truth.
Now he could only wait.
As always, Relena arrived exactly on time, not a minute earlier or later. She was dressed rather daintily in a pastel plaid skirt that hugged her hips, the hem of which flirted with her upper thighs, and a clingy, baby blue knit top that was just short enough to show a section of creamy midriff every once in awhile. Sheer nylons and clunky black shoes as well as a sleek baby blue headband completed her ensemble, making her somehow babyish and seductive at the same time.
"Hello, Treize!" she called as she approached the table. She looked around the cafe once, and then said wistfully, "Isn't Miri here?"
"Zechs is tending to business," he murmured evenly, sipping again from his cup of coffee. "I'd like to... apologize for how I acted a few days ago."
She slid into the chair opposite him, laying down the small boxy purse she carried and tucking one side of her hair back behind her ear in an oddly familiar gesture.
"Well, I did give you a bit of a surprise," she said in a slightly coy voice. "I'm sorry about that, I do hope you feeling better."
"Once my nerves calmed again, I was fine," he mumured wryly.
She ordered a glass of white wine from a very appreciative waiter, then propped her elbow in the table, chin in her hand, and stared at him. "Why didn't you come back, Treize? You must have known how worried we all were."
"I am no longer in a state where I can return to my past actions," he murmured, taking another sip. "I cannot handle certain things any longer."
Not moving her gaze from him, she smiled sweetly. "You were always so good at talking in abstractions. Can you please put this a little more concretely - for the benefit of those of us whose minds are less lofty?"
"I'm a shaky mess," he clarified shortly. "I couldn't walk into a court-room and do anymore than likely break down. Forget politics."
Relena looked perplexed. "Well that makes sense, Treize, given that you were kidnapped and someone did something horrible to you. But why stay away from all of us? Why not come back and..." She made a frustrated gesture with her hands. "And do something *else*, around people who love you?"
"Because of the stir it would cause," he murmured. "I miss Marimeia, but I prefer not to sully my family name so."
The waiter arrived with Relena's wine and she gave him a charming smile as thanks. Taking a sip, she shook her head softly and looked at him as if he was a recalcitrant child. "It wasn't *you* who did the kidnapping, Treize! *You* did nothing wrong! Why should your returning to your family and friends "sully" your name?"
"Relena, I know you are a brillant lawyer," he murmured, "Just like Catherine. So... do you remember the Waverly case? The one with the boy who took the stand to give evidence about the defendant, then broke down going on and on about how ashamed he was, and how it had to have been his fault? And the same again with the case concerning 'Howard'."
"Well that may be how you *feel* Treize, but none of *us* would. We were all devastated when you disappeared! People don't blame victims, Treize. You should know that better than any one, given the cases you've argued." She took another sip of wine and arranged her face sympathetically. "He must have been a beast of a man. However did you get away from him?"
"*Them*," he corrected. "Luck. I was in the process of being sold for the sixth time when your brother found me."
She had been in the process of taking another drink when she stopped, glass in mid-air, and looked at him strangely. Her expression was unreadable but when she spoke it was with a slightly quivering voice. "Did he? Well, leave it to Miri to even *be* in a place where people are 'sold.'" Taking a long drink of wine, Relena put her glass down with a trembling hand. "So he... he took you away from all that, did he?"
"Rather well, yes," Treize uttered, sipping at his cup. "He's helped me recover."
"Hmm, imagine that," she said softly. "I don't believe I've ever known my brother to help anyone but himself..." She stared at her former colleague, as if by the sheer will of her gaze she could tell what the true relationship was between him and her brother. /Well, it's easy enough to test.../
The waiter was hovering in the background, staring at her breasts, obviously eager to be of service, so, without taking her eyes off Treize, she held out a slender arm in the waiter's direction, made a beckoning gesture with her fingers, and said, almost harshly, "Come!" Even after all those years she'd been away from her brother's influence, her underpants suddenly became quite wet, and now she sat, a lovely quivering between her legs, waiting to see what Treize's response to the command would be.
Treize's wasn't so bad -- other than a soft groan and the hard twitch of an erection that hadn't been there at all before. Barely, just barely, he'd kept himself reined in; still, he was obviously discomforted.
"Your brother," he spoke once the waiter had 'come' and he'd requested, in a ragged voice, another cup of coffee, then left. "Your brother is a very kind man."
"Well, he can certainly seem kind when it's to his benefit to do so," she said, watching Treize's pupils go back to their normal size after they'd fully dilated suddenly. There was a small amount of wine in her glass and she raised it, rather carelessly, and spilled the pale gold liquid on the tablecloth.
"Oh, how clumsy of me," she said as the waiter rushed back, coffee in hand. As he handed the cup to Treize, Relena stared again at the former lawyer, and told the waiter, "Be a darling and bring us another *spread.*"
He shifted minutely in his chair, leting out a hiss of breath. "Yes, do," he murmured, taking his coffee in hand before he uttered darkly. "Stop fucking with my mind, Relena. I've gone through five hellish masters who trained me to response to things and I refuse to have an ex-law partner playing games with me."
Having gotten her answer not once, but *twice*, Relena smiled at him and leaned forward. "*I'm* not the one who's been 'fucking with your mind' as you so aptly put it, Treize. My *brother* has been doing that - a lot apparently. He's got you trained very well, despite you attempts to hide it. And I'm certain his fucking of you hasn't stop at your mind, either," she added, laughing a bit unpleasantly. "Judging from the way you acted just now, and the way you were plastered against him at the restaurant a few days ago, I'd say he's got you lifting your legs for him at least twice a day... Am I right?"
His eyes narrowed sharply at her, and he looked nearly as if he were going to growl. "So?"
"So?" Relena said in a fierce whisper. "So you're still going to tell me he's 'helped' you to heal? How can a man who *owns* you help you at *all*, apart from not beating you or killing you?" Her eyes were starting to shine with unshed tears. "I *know* what 'owners' do with their 'pets,' Treize. I grew up with it. My father used one wing of our house for his little 'collection.' And when Miri turned sixteen father gave him a pet of his own, 'to get him started.' The only thing you are or ever will be to Miri is an ass to fuck. He doesn't know anything else, my father made sure of that. Don't kid yourself, Treize. He can't love you. So get the hell away from him while you can."
Treize's eyes narrowed further. "I'm not here to argue with you, Relena,' he murmured. "I have my reasons. I've seen that he can care."
She sat back and stared at him, shaking her head. "It's amazing, you know. I don't know what it is that the Peacecraft men do, but he's got you deluded every bit as much as my father had his pets deluded. They absolutely worshipped him and he *kept them as pets!*" Leaning forward again, she stared at him sternly. "Go. Now. Go to my hotel, we'll leave right away. You'll be back with Mariemeia and Anne by dinnertime. And we can stop by the police station on the way and have them *nail* that pretty bastard for trafficking and unlawful restraint."
"I'm happy with him, Relena, and as much as I miss Marimeia, I don't want to see Anne again," he murmured, gaze still hard. "You understand, Relena? I. Want. To. Stay. With. Zechs."
"You don't want to see your *fiancee*?" Relena seemed genuinely upset. "You don't know what she *went* through when you disappeared! She loves you more than anything! Real love - not that perverted joke that my brother passes off as love. Anne would do *anything* for you! She's raising your *child*, Treize, and you tell me you don't even want to *see* her?"
"I have my motives," he murmured, "One of which is that I've realised I've never really liked sleeping with women."
"it's just my brother who's got you thinking that," Relena said, her tone almost sympathetic. "You were married, Treize! You and Anne were *happy*. I was there, I know. He's got you under some kind of... well, spell for want of a better word. But since you *did* like 'sleeping with women' when you were kidnapped, and *now* you think you don't, it's obvious that it's only Miri making you think that way."
"Miri and Wufei, then," Treize replied easily. "I don't care -- I'm happy now, Relena."
She gave him a look that was half exasperation, half disbelief. "You were happy before, Treize!"
"No I wasn't," Treize murmured. "I was stressed, and tired of everything in my life, except Marimeia."
Relena sat back in her chair, one arm draped around the back of it to give the waiter a better view. "You were engaged. You were getting married, Treize. You and Anne were always going shopping for things, arranging wedding details, involving Mari in them... Are you saying that none of that gave you any happiness? Were you 'tired' of Anne? She told me that you loved her."
"I did love Anne," he uttered, "Just not in the way I should have loved her." With a sigh, he set down the coffee-cup. "It doesn't matter -- I'm still not going to go back."
The younger Peacecraft stared hard at Treize for several moments and then leaned forward, propping her chin on curled fists and holding his gaze. "If I went to police and turned him in, you couldn't go back, could you?"
His expression was dark, angry. "Your brother has done nothing wrong."
"My legal opinion on that would differ from yours. If I got you or any of his other little pets to testify, I could put him away for at least ten years just on the unlawful restraint charges alone. That's not even considering the trafficking charge. The courts wouldn't look very kindly on a man who's paid money for other men. No matter how pretty he is..."
"Relena, in the country you're *both* from, it's completely legal," Treize murmured, sitting back in his chair. "Legal as long as conditions of treatment are good, and I can assure you that they are."
"Oh yes? And did you feel that way when he first 'bought' you?" she asked archly. "Did you love being in his bed from the first or did you try to run?" Bright blue eyes searched his and she smiled, a bit smugly. "Oh, you ran. I know you did. And how did that saintly 'owner' of yours deal with that, Treize? Did he let you go when you said you wanted to?"
"Shut up, Relena," he snapped suddenly. "You don't know what you're talking about. You simply do not know."
Her reply was low, almost menacing. "Oh don't I? Don't I know about his little human cattle prods, pushed up your ass, ready to drop you to your knees? My father taught him that, you know. Because it was so damned effective. It worked on *anyone*... even *me.*
"And don't I know about his handcuffs, his leather straps, his whips, nipple clamps, all those things he uses to keep his 'pets' from straying? I think I know what I'm talking about Treize. *You're* the newcomer here. Miri is my *brother*, remember? And he used to be my lover as well."
"Shut up." He finished off the rest of his coffee cup, then crossed his arms over his chest. "I happen to like some of those things."
"But a judge might not," Relena said, her voice turning hard. "Poor, poor Treize. What *will* you do without your 'Master'? Come back and take responsibility for your life? Give up the nasty little perversions he fucked into you? Poor Treize... poor, poor Miri..." She picked up her purse and laughed unpleasantly. "I have to go..."
"I'm happy here, Relena," Treize stated again, firmly. "I have no want to leave him and this new life I've made for myself. Turn your brother in and you'll accomplish nothing -- I'll kill myself."
She didn't speak for a few moments, the silence thick and tense. "You wouldn't do that to Mari," she said at last.
"When I do come back, Relena, it will be on my own time, by my own choice," he uttered firmly. "But I'm not yet ready to go back home yet."
"Well I might force the issue," Relena said standing. "Just don't get too attached to him, all right Treize? Taa-" She left the table and headed out of the cafe, not stopping once to look back at him.
Treize sat back, closing his eyes and willing Zechs to come back to him.
End of Chapter 28
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