4 Dec 2000
DISCLAIMER: All Gundam Wing characters are property of Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Sotsu Agency, and Asahi TV. This work is not written for profit, but for entertainment purposes only.
Warnings: Later bondage, lemon, lemon, lemon, sex, NC references.
Pairings: 6x5, 6x13, 13x5, 13x6 (I order of appearance ^_~)
The study -- Zechs was in his study, and Treize walked there at a good clip, trying to arrive exactly at ten pm. He knocked, gently, on the study door, at a few seconds after nine fifty-nine.
"Come," a low voice said simply. When the door was opened Zechs could be seen sitting on top of his desk staring at an oil painting that was propped up on the far side ot the desk top. Most of the lights were off in the room, but the dimness was brightened by a large, cracking fire directly on the other side of the desk, and buy a small flashlight that Zechs held, trailing it around the painting. "I understand you wanted to speak to me. What about?"
"I..." Treize pulled himself together long enough to speak. "I wanted to thank you for how I'm being treated, Master." A puase, as he formed his thoughts again, trying to find hte best words possible for what he wanted to say. "I tried to run this morning, when Wufei and I first went out. It wasn't well thought out, but I was desperate to try. The shock and talking with Wufei while recovering from it did me a lot of good."
"Mmm." Zechs' expression was uncommittal. Then he looked back at the painting in front of him. "How much do you know about art, Treize?"
"Enough to enjoy museums on the continent," he replied, stepping closer -- even though permission hadn't been given. "Why?"
Without taking his eyes off the painting, Zechs murmured, "Did I ask you to come towards me?"
"No." A sigh, and he took a step backwards. "Sorry, Master."
"Obedience is very important, Treize. I appreciate it when you try your best. Now then, Come and take a look at this painting and tell me whether you would buy it."
Tha painting in question appeared to be something by a Dutch Master. It showed a room where a young girl stood, holding up a dress of grayish-blue moire silk. The light poured into that room in an almost holy manner, touching the girl, the silk, the small dog at her feet. The overall air was one of contentment and satisfaction.
He reached out a hand to touch the paint gently, watching how the light caught on it. "Beautifully done, I must say, but don't pay much for it. It... I think it was made in the past hundred years, because the paint... has a texture that the masters didn't have need for."
Zechs smiled softly. "Very good, Treize," he murmured. "Yes, it is a fake, though a beautiful one." He turned and looked over at Treize, brushing long, slim fingers across his cheek. "It's a shame when something so beautiful turns out to be a fraud." Reaching out he caught the other man's chin and pulled it around gently, so that they were only an inch or so apart. Staring into Treize's eyes he let his thumb run along Treize's lips and whispered, "Don't be a fraud, Treize... don't deceive me... or yourself." And then he leaned forward and kissed his newest acquisition - a long, slow kiss where he teased Treize's lips and teeth open and softly plundered the warmth inside.
The first kiss in a long time that didn't scare the hell out of him, or make him want to recoil in disgust. Tender and slow, and it sparked something that made him forget, for a moment, what he was supposed to be -- submissive and yielding. His own tongue moved to tangle with Zechs', sparing lightly as he lifted a hand to cup the back of Zechs' head. It felt so good...
Something deep inside of Zechs, some part of him, was panicking at the tiny boldness. It wanted him to pull away and backhand the new slave for being too familiar, for touching without permission, for seeking his own pleasure when all he was here for was to be used for Zechs' pleasure... and yet, shockingly, there *was* pleasure in what Treize did, and the tall blond felt a wave of heat pass through him that left him weak. So the punishment didn't come as it should have. Instead, the Master's arms circled Treize's waist and he pulled the man closer, cupping the back of his head and burying fingers in the silky, ginger hair. "Ahh, Treize..." he whispered against the man's heated mouth. "Treize..."
Treize's breaths came in staggered pants, harsh to his own ears. /Better than Anne... much better.../ he thought, not aware that he'd spoken the words as he'd thought them, holding closely to his new owner. The lips just barely touching his were warm, heated and passionate...
And he was just waiting to be smacked for what he'd just done.
"I'm sorry... please don't hit me for that, Master..."
"You will tell me who she is later and then I will decide if you are deserving of punishment or not. Now be quiet..." he said, somewhat sternly, but then began nuzzling the lovely column of Treize's throat, his hands wandering down a broad chest, to slim hips, pulling the man even closer before stroking his buttocks gently.
Quiet. Treize usually talked during sex, or during something as trivial as this, so it was hard for him to be quiet. The feel of those hands running over his body, the softness of the cloth as it rubbed against him where Zechs touched. He whimpered softly, letting his head fall back, even as he kept his hands tight on Zechs' shoulders.
Zechs let one of his hands wander over Treize's tight sweater, stopping when he came to a hardening nipple that pushed out the soft fabric. He took the man's mouth again and brushed his palm firmly over that tender nub before drawing his fingers to it and giving it little squeezes and twists. In between kisses he asked in a low voice, "Did you like being with women, Treize?"
"Only with one," he murmured, arching and squirming with every pinch and twist. "A long time ago..."
The Master's fingers had found the other nipple now, and his fingers wandered up under the fabric of the sweater. Unerringly, his thumb found the first nipple, now very erect, and he pinched it hard. "Tell me about her, Treize," he breathed, still suckling at the warm neck, raising exquisite little bruises, while his other hand found it's way between Treize's legs, stroking the area just behind the man's balls. "Tell me what you liked about her..."
How was he supposed to be coherent while Zechs was doing THAT to him?! Breathing out shakily, he shifted closer to Zechs. "She was lovely... beautiful eyes, blonde hair, so alive..." He rocked against Zechs' hand, head shaking back and forth a little from the suckling at his neck. "So very much alive..." And then she'd died. A skiing accident, of all things, and she'd left him with their young daughter...
"So you were just a happy family man...? The other nipple was exposed now as Zechs pushed the soft, green sweater up and bent the man backwards enough bring taut little nipples up to be suckled. Oh, and suckle he did, rolling the tips around with his tongue, grazing he teeth over to finally bite it greedily. And now his hand wandered down to stroke the length of a hardening shaft through the tight black fabric. "Beautiful, Treize... you're so very beautiful..."
A roughly huffed breath, as he throbbed beneath Zechs' hand. His shaft and body ached as one, surged by too much good stimulation. He could deal with being a sex-toy if the sex was so good... Even though Wufei said and said they weren't. "Yes..."
His hands, on Zechs' shoulders, gripped tighter for a moment, before one began to work under Zechs' shirt.
The Master bit down hard on one pretty nipple. "*No* Treize," he said softly, but with a sharp voice, slapping away the wandering hand. "Not unless I say you can." The fingers at Treize's fly had managed to get it open.
Then the blond man turned gently, laying Treize out on the desk, his sweater pushed up under his arms his fly open. Lifting the man's arms over his head, Zechs made him grip the edge of the desk with his fingers, pushing his chest up and with it the tight little nipples. He gave each one a graze of his teeth as his hands traveled down the length of Treize's body, leaving no part untouched, wanting the man to know he was powerless to stop the press and probe of those fingers - that his body no longer belonged to him, but to the Master, who would use it as he pleased.
Zechs' fingers found the long shaft between his legs, pushing aside the parts of his fly and exposing the warm, tight mass of his erection through his underwear. Smiling seductively up at the older man's face, Zechs ran his fingernails down the soft material that covered the turgid member, giving a small, hard squeeze to Treize's balls before climbing up on the desk and straddling the long, lean figure.
He pressed his own erection against Treize's and rubbed slowly, steadily while a low growl came from somewhere inside him. As he did, he leaned forward and claimed his new slave's mouth in a rough, possessive kiss, biting the lips a bit and forcing Treize to keep his mouth open. Then, suddenly, he stopped and smiled down at his prisoner. "You, my dear man, are an absolute delight and what's more... a work of art."
Another kiss, this one barely there, just lips grazing over lips, and then he spoke again, still grinding his hips against Treize's. "Now, I want you to be very good, and stay right where you are. No moving, no talking, as if you were a lovely painting... a painting of a man about to be ravished... a slave about to be fucked into submission by his Master... Do you understand me?"
Sapphire blue eyes were hazed as he watched Zechs' movements, a voice, small and deep within him, wanting to argue. "Yes, Master... as long as it doesn't hurt." His tone was still eager, still wanting -- but there was that request in his voice. He wanted it to be mutual, wanted to give pleasure to Zechs through his own hands and mouth, wanted to see how those tight buttocks felt against his pelvis... His fingers shifted on the edge of the desk, almost kneading there.
A very subtle flash through ice-blue eyes and another hard pinch of Treize's nipple. "You do not make qualifications to what I say," the blond breathed against the other man's mouth. "I don't want to cause you pain, Treize, unless you want it of course, and we'll learn about that as we go along. No... pain only comes when my orders are ignored or disobeyed," and here he trailed his tongue along the nobleman's jawline, up to a delicate ear, tugging softly on the lobe as his hips kept rocking against Treize's prominent erection.
"Now, you stay right there, just like you are. You don't move... you don't speak... you just... lie there." He gave Treize a last deep kiss, agonizing in it's slowness, broke off gently and slid to his chair on the other side of the desk, picking up the telephone and pressing a button on it that was blinking madly. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Park, now, what questions can I answer for you about our proposal."
As he spoke, Zechs took a feather from one of the desk drawers, a large stiff feather that one might find on a large seagull or even a bird of prey. As his business colleague talked, Zechs trailed the feather down Treize's cheek, over his chin and throat, then slowly down to his nipples, where he began to flick it slowly over the very tip of one of those taut nubs.
"Yes of course. My company was in Korea at the beginning of the alliance, so we know our way around the foreign ministry. It won't be a problem."
Treize arched up, to get more of that touch, shivering as he kept holding onto the desk. It felt so wonderful, and this was so much better than the 'bend over *WHAM*' he'd gotten before. It actually felt good, even if it was... teasing -- and the master was talking on the phone at the same time!
"Would you please hold just one moment, Mr. Parks? Thank you." Zechs pushed the hold button and flicked the feather around so that the tip of the quill raked over the sensitive nipple. "I said don't move," he told Treize. "And I meant it. Don't. Move." Pressing the hold button again, he went back to his conversation, moving to arouse the other nipple the same way as the first.
Treize whimpered softly, fingers white-knuckled as he strained to not move. /Please, please, please.../ That wasn't spoken aloud, thankfully, as he strained to stay silent, save for the little whimpers that slid from him as each spine of the feather scraped over that nub. It was like a constant buzz through his body, a low touch that only added to his arousal.
"It's true, you know. American executives are a sad lot if you ask me and he's the man who proves it... That's wonderful, Mr. Park... Oh, I think I could find you some amusement for the weekend... certainly I'll hold." Zechs cupped his hand over the receiver and stood, immediately leaning down to give Treize a passionate kiss. Nuzzling at his jaw, he murmured, "Take your briefs and those delicious trousers down to your knees and then drop your legs open." Another kiss pressed to corner of the older man's mouth. "And remember... don't move, don't speak." With a little nip to to his earlobe, Zechs sat back down.
/Don't move, don't move, don't talk... don't talk.../ He was breathing hard, as he did as he'd been told, letting those cloths fall onto the floor as his legs spread wide, erection bobbing high and turgid.
"Yes I'm still here. How does next weekend sound...?" The feather trailed down Treize's belly, casually tracing the outline of his muscles and rubbing against the warm skin just hard enough not to tickle. It danced through the glowing brown curls between his legs until it reached his erection where Zechs began light strokes all over the tip, rubbing steadily at the sensitive underside and flicking the feather over the little hole on top.
"Yes, I know of a very good English restaurant. Not all of our food is hideous, thank God..."
Treize cried out softly, trying to stifle the noise the moment it left him. /So much... too much!/
A quick flip of the feather and the quill raked over the turgid skin of Treize's member. Then Zechs caught his captive's eye and carefully laid the feather over the nobleman's lips to indicate that sound was not acceptable. "Certainly, why don't I arrange for you to see a play that night - private box, delicious company - what do you say?"
/Ah, gott.... gott.... Can't stand it.../
The feather resumed it's small, teasing motions, sweeping downwards to flicker over large, silky balls, and now Zechs was staring directly at Treize, holding his eyes with a sultry stare, and brushing his thumb over his own lips next to the speaker on the handset. "Oh yes, Mr. Park, I think we understand each other very well and I look forward to doing business with you... Yes, I'll have my chauffeur pick you and your party up at Heathrow... Excellent... Goodbye until then."
Zechs placed the phone on its cradle, leaning back in his chair with his arms hooked back over the top. He did a long stretch and then leaned forward again, resting his chin on his hand and trailing the feather around the older man's nipples again, and into the pit of his arm. "Well, I assume you've told me what you wanted to tell me. Was there anything else, Treize?"
The older man was breathing hard, and by that time, he looked like a wolf who was second from jumping it's prey. "You.... please..." He couldn't even talk straight.
The golden head was tilted to the side. "Me? You want something from me Treize?" Zechs murmured, now trailing the feather over the inside of the other man's thighs. "What do you want from me?"
"To finish what you started," he dared, still gripping the top edge of the desk. "Please, Master..."
Zechs' eyes narrowed. "You're getting a little uppity, aren't you, Treize?" he said, voice smooth as silk as he claimed the man's mouth fiercely. When they broke, his voice was breathy and low. "Could it be that behind that bored exterior there are actually some passions to be found? Hmm... interesting man you are. Now, I had planned on sending you back to your room right now... but... my *slave* is telling me that something else is required. What should I do, Treize?" He looked down into the dark blue eyes and smiled softly. "Do I send you back to Wufei? Or keep you for myself...?"
Hard breathing was all that Treize could manage at first, before he ekked out, "Whatever you want, Master. But..." A deep breath, "But I'd like it if you'd keep me here for a little while longer."
The strangest thing happened then. Zechs would remember it afterwards and would think of it as the beginning of his downfall. Dramatic indeed, though only he noticed it at the time.
Hearing Treize say he wanted to stay caused a strange feeling to pass through the blond man's chest. He managed to remain outwardly calm but inside... /This is *not* what I had planned! He was to go to Wufei after this! I'm not supposed to have him until... oh, fuck it!/
Zechs pushed a small button under his desktop and the doorlocks clicked. Then he crawled up on top of the desk, a predatory gleam in his eyes, to take Treize's mouth roughly, covering the other man with his body and growling softly. "Mine, Treize," he whispered fiercely against the man's mouth. "*You* are *mine*!"
That was satisfying, to have the words spoken for passion, not power. Treize moved one hand from where he gripped the desk, deepening the already fierce kiss as he tangled that hand into the streaming blonde locks of hair that fell like a shower around them. "Yes..."
/Not enough... need it all... everything he has... But this isn't how this was supposed to happen.../ The tall blond took a moment to free his own throbbing member and pushed Treize's legs farther apart. Another fierce kiss distracted the man while Zechs pulling a tube of lubricant from his desk drawer and covered his shaft with it before sliding a well-oiled finger deep into the other man's body. Within another minute, there were two.
And Treize was moaning softly, eyes squeezed shut from the mixture of pain and pleasure, as Zechs' knowing fingers mauled gently over his prostate. Soon, his hips started to raise back to Zechs' fingers as the tightness began to relax enough to do that. And the kiss did distract him -- it kept him from pleading and talking.
Slowly, Zechs pulled his fingers out of Treize and caught the older man's ankles, lifting them to his shoulders. He probed at the tight opening with his shaft, wedging the blunt head firmly between tight, round cheeks. Looking directly at the new slave, the blond murmured, "Are you ready for me, Treize...?"
He let out a few hard breaths, his one hand drifting to the back of Zechs' neck, mostly curled up at he was. "Slow, please...?"
As soon as the words were spoken, Zechs began to push against the tight entrance. "Push out, Treize," he whispered, color flushing his cheeks out of sheer desire. "As hard as you can... push against me... uhhhhn."
Straining, he did as he was instructed, pushing out, hands still clutching at Zechs' form; then a spasm of momentary pain at the tip of the thick head broke through the resistance, and the tight ring of muscle clenched down on the shaft beneath. "Uhnn!"
"Still so tight, my pet?" Zechs breathed, holding himself perfectly still, feeling the slow relaxation of Treize's body around him. "That's good... very, very good..." He nuzzled along Treize's jawline and down to his neck and then whispered, "Push out again... I need more of you..."
Breathing hard already, from such... strangely pleasurable sensations, he managed a shaky nod, Pushing out as both hands tangled into Zechs' hair. The way his legs were atop Zechs' shoulders, with the man leaning in, made him feel as if he were being snapped in half... "So good..."
A low, primitive sound escaped Zechs, half growl, half purr. Such a pleasure to sink into that lovely, powerful body - to take it over an inch at a time, and feel the man's resistance give way, nothing he could do to prevent it. He threw his head back and blond hair tumbled to his hips as he gave a slow thrust and gained several more inches all at once. He was on the edge because of Treize's tightness and heat and he needed to take a breath, slow down, make it *last.*
Treize's hips were still beneath his, save for a little pleasured squirming, a minute rocking. Sapphire eyes slitted open when Zechs had sunk in to the hilt, looking up into bright Azure. "It... it's so much better than anyone else..." he said breathlessly.
"Of course it is, Treize," the blond murmured as his hips began rocking, ever so slightly. "You were *meant* for me... I knew it when I saw you... the only question I had was whether you could be trained..." He withdrew most of the way and then thrust in again, aiming for the man's prostate as he did. Again and again, with agonizing slowness, he pulled out and pushed in again, fucking his slave with a leisured passion. He slid Treize's legs down to circle around his hips, wanting the man to really feel what he was doing, feel the thrusts, and know what they meant.
"And you *will* be trained, my pet. And each time you submit to me... each time you cry out at the feeling of me inside of you, each time your hands are cuffed and you realize that you're *mine* to touch, and kiss, and play with and fuck...Ohhhh... then Treize you will know more pleasure than you can stand, I promise you that..."
Continuous moans left Treize's lips, sharp intakes of breath and grunts -- all sounds of pleasure. "Yours to love," he breathed, eyes closing as he began to arch up to Zechs' thrusts, legs tight around Zechs' waist. Every thrust the man made rubbed the firm stomach against his erection, adding to the stimulation. Slender fingers carded easily through the golden-coloured silk. "Any way you want... Gott."
/Mine to love? No, surely not... I don't do love... I do sex, and power, and fucking... that's what I do... not... not love.../ Despite the rather jaded tone of his thinking, Zechs leaned down to brush the other man's lips with his own. "Beautiful Treize..." he breathed, "obey me always... and I'll pleasure you forever..." He stopped speaking then and pressed a kiss to Treize's mouth, savoring the taste of those elegant, heated lips.
Again, Treize's mouth took control, though his body was in the passive position, utterly impaled by Zechs' arousal. His tongue slid out to seek and twine with Zechs', hips rising more and more to add to the pleasure of it. /I'll obey you.../
Their bodies became fluid, each one moving perfectly with the other, nearly identical breaths mingling as Zechs nibble at Treize's mouth with his lips and ran his tongue along the length of the other man's jaw. As his rhythm grew faster, he slipped a hand in-between them and began stroking the long, hard shaft below him, using Treize's own semen to lubricate it. It felt so good to slide his hand up and down that length, to feel the arousal in his lovely captive. Biting gently at the damp skin of Treize's neck he whispered, "You don't come until I tell you that you can. Do you understand me?"
A soft whimper, before Treize panted out, "Ja..." /Not matter how hard it'll be to follow.../ The stroking hand on his arousal made it near impossible to do as he'd been told, though! His teeth gritted at every shove against his prostate, body slowly tensing in an effort to not tumble over the edge.
Faster now, Zechs pistoned into Treize's tight sheath, feeling the man's body shake with each thrust. /Ohhhhh... it doesn't get better than this! Dear God! He's so bloody perfect for me.../
With a hoarse yell, Zechs felt the most intense release he'd ever had, as if Treize's body was actually pulling the hot fluid from him, grasping and milking him and he couldn't hold back the whimpers each time another spasm of pleasure hit him. As he fell back down to earth, his hand began to pump Treize's shaft faster, the feeling of it so incredibly erotic that for the first time in life he actually found himself wondering how that long sword would feel inside of him...
"Please, please..." Treize whimpered, fighting now to hold back at the heat within him became more than it was before, as Zechs emptied himself into him. He just HAD to come!
"*Now* my pet..." came the silky whisper.
With a powerful shudder, Treize spilled, semen painting both heaving stomachs, as his inner muscles clutched tightly around Zechs' slowly softening member. For a moment, his consciousness skirted him, and he was sure that for a few seconds he'd passed out from the sheer strength of it.
"Ah, gott.... So good... gut..."
"Beautiful, my pet..." Zechs breathed as he nuzzled Treize's neck. "So lovely to watch, both in agony and in release... and you're *mine*, completely and utterly... my angel... my slave..."
The other man squirmed a little, feeling Zechs slip out of him; then his arms went around Zechs' neck, as he slid his legs down from those shoulders to a more comfortable spot at the other man's waist. One thing he was sure he liked was cuddling in the after-glow, especially after such a GOOD bout. "Thank you, Master..."
The blond man trailed kisses up the side of Treize's face until he found his mouth. Plundering it softly, he tightened his hold around the other man, savoring the feel of the lean, hard body against his own. "You've done well, Treize. You've given me much pleasure... and this is only the beginning..."
"Beginning," Treize repeated tiredly, nearly falling asleep right there, in that warm, comfortable grasp. "Mm-hmm..." His hands stroked a little over Zechs' cloth-covered back, wishing it were bare flesh. He breathed out softly, nuzzling the other's cheek, before asking, tentatively, "Can you tell me your name, Master...?"
"Master is enough, my pet," the blond man murmured against Treize's neck. "I love hearing you say it." He pulled back a little and let a heated gaze wander over his new slave's face. "Now, unfortunately, I have to leave you, but I look forward to a proper introduction to your charms in a few days' time." He gqve Treize a last deep kiss and stood, putting himself back together. "Dress yourself at your leisure, and my assistant will see you back to Wufei's room. Sleep well, Treize," he breathed, trailing his fingertips over the other man's lips, and then he was gone.
The assistant, a young, tender-looking boy with golden-brown curls and a boyish smile was in the room immediately. "Come along then, Treize," he said softly and kindly. "Let's get you dressed and back to your room for bed. You have been greatly honored tonight."
Somehow, the master had picked the perfect boy just then -- Treize needed to be treated with kidd gloves after sex, and the gentle boy helping ease his achy body into his clothes again was quite comforting.
The boy walked with him back to the bedroom, talking idle chit-chat that couldn't wipe the pleased, hazed look from Treize's face -- and expression that screamed, even as he bid the boy good-night, that he'd just been thoroughly fucked and had loved it.
Wufei, who had been pacing the floor by his desk, looked up sharply when Treize came into the room. "Where have you *been*?" he demanded. "All you had to do was say, 'thank you,' right? What could *possibly* -" He stopped himself. The look on Treize's face said it all. That, and the rather languid way he was carrying himself.
"You... and he..." The younger man struggled to get his expression under control. "Well hell," he said at last, forcing a smile, "and we didn't even get you into any of your sexy stuff. Next time I guess. So, what did you think? Was I right about him being better than great?" /Damn this is hard! Master doesn't do things like that. He doesn't just take a whim to screw someone, he plans it... But he couldn't have planned it this time. Didn't even know Treize would want to see him, but the guy walks in there and -/ A sad, sick feeling ran through him. He knew the Master fucked the other slaves, well, some of them, anyway, but this... this was different. And it bothered him no end that he couldn't figure out *why.*
Treize nodded tiredly, smiling. "The master just... exhudes... something." Carefully, he began to strip his clothes off of his aching form. "I... don't know what." Then he grinned slightly over at Wufei from where he was standing. "Is he always a control freak? I seemed to have... disrupted him a bit."
Wufei turned away from Treize for a moment and put a hand up to rub his forehead. "Is he a control freak..." He paused a moment for a light laugh. "That's an understatement if I ever heard one. Control is the reason he lives and breathes. That's why he's a master. A man doesn't idly decide one day that he's curious about what it's like to dom and buy a slave or two." He smiled faintly at Treize's backside, which looked a bit, well - *used* and went on.
"He's been bred to it, you know. Actually it's probably part of his genetics - his father was arguably the most famous dom in all of England until the late 80s when he decided to 'retire.' That's when he gave me to his one and only son. It was just in time, too, so I hear. Evidently he had begun practicing a bit on his sister - he would have been about sixteen and she about 14."
The slender Chinese man kept talking as he sat down cross-legged on the bed. "Of course, the *really* catty rumours were that she *liked* it - a *lot.* Maybe even more than Zechs did -"
Suddenly, a look of horror crossed Wufei's face and he raised his hands to cover his mouth. "Forget I said that!" he practically squeaked. "It's.. it's not even his real name - just the one he uses in the B&D community. Ah, *God* I can't believe I did that!" He cursed a bit more, under his breath, holding his head in his hands. "Forget it, all right? Just please... forget I said it."
"Zechs," Treize murmured, laying back in the comfortable bed, pulling the sheets up over him. They were cool, soft as they'd been when he'd woken up that morning. A comfort to feel, just like the boy who'd walked him back had been. /A pity he didn't let me stay a bit longer.../ "Six? Is the nickname supposed to be some vague reference to evil?" He wasn't even waiting for a real answer, closing his eyes. It didn't matter -- 'Zechs' was better, in his mind, than 'Master'. /Even if i can't call him it to his face./
"Doesn't matter -- you were saying?"
"Yeah, his sister..." Wufei's voice trailed off for a moment. He was still obviously upset at his slip in terms of the Master's name. "Well, she was evidently a bit of a handful. She'd deliberately provoke him, they say, so that he'd punish her. At first I thought she must have been a real idiot, but then I realized she was a lot like me..." He stopped for a moment and looked over at Treize. "An odd girl," he murmured. "Very foreceful personality, but a true submissive at heart."
"Hmn." That seemed to... spark a little memory in him, but he didn't know what. "Interesting -- what's his sister doing now?"
"Mmm - not sure. I think he said she went to France or someplace like that. College at the Sorbonne and never came back to England. Beyond that I don't know." He laid down next to Treize, on his side facing the older man. "Why do you ask?"
"There's a good chance I might know her -- I'll have to find out her name some day, Just for the..." he trailed off into a loud yawn. "Mmm. For the entertainment value."
Wufei just stared at the other man for a moment, wanting the Master, hating the feelings of jealousy, angry at and turned on by the man next to him. "Don't try to find out about her - or anything about the Master's real life. He won't tolerate it." Wufei's eyes ran up and down the long, lean body next to him. "So... did he enjoy you?"
"Mmmhm," he murmured, eyes closed in relaxed bliss. "It was very... different. And it felt so *good*." A light chuckle slipped from him. "So strange, though. I don't think I'll ever get used to it."
Moving a little closer to Treize, Wufei poked the other man gently and said, "You didn't answer my question. I already know that *you* liked it, although why you'd say you couldn't get used to it, I couldn't possibly guess." He poked Treize one more time and continued. "No, I *asked* whether *he* enjoyed *you*. That's the important thing."
Treize let an easy smile curl his lips. "I'm fairly sure he did."
/I hate you, you gorgeous man./
The thought came unbidden to Wufei, who simply snorted and turned away from Treize to lie on his side. "Don't get too comfortable. You have to take care of your teeth and get an enema. But I'll give you ten minutes."
Treize sighed, nodding to himself as he, too, turned, draping an arm over Wufei's waist. "I'm going to ache like hell tommorow..."
End of Chapter 5
(:./kumiko/velvet5)
