1 Jan 2001
Next chapter - Treize gets trained. ^_^
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 ^_~)
After breakfast was finished Treize ran a hand across his chin, making sure he hadn't missed any spots while shaving, and envying Wufei the fact that he probably didn't have to shave.
The newspaper came next, and Treize was leafing through the world section by the time Wufei finally left the bathroom.
Crossing to his wardrobe, Wufei took out the loose burgandy pants he favored and put on his collar. Turning to Treize he said in an off-hand way, "What happened to your little outfit from last night?"
"The master decided he liked it torn to peices much better," Treize murmured, looking up at Wufei long enough to muse that it looked like they were wearing uniforms.
"Hn. Well, let's go," he said, heading for the door. "Trowa is meeting us in the Rose Room in 10 minutes."
"Trowa? I haven't met him yet, have I?" Treize asked as he rose, smoothing down the front of his pants.
"No. He's our handyman - very good with machines, electrical work, that sort of thing. He's also a very quiet sort. I'm always surprised that the Master keeps him on, really. He's on loan more often than he's here."
They were taking a different route this morning, by-passing the elevator and heading into the house proper. They walked past several large and comfortably furnished rooms, elegant but not fussy, and down a wide hallway at the back of the house. "We're headed for the last door on your left," Wufei murmured, "but - would you care to have a look at the back garden quickly, before we go in?"
"Could we?" Treize requested, wondering why, in teh back of his mind, they were goign to see the handy man, of all people. "I haven't been outside --except for the shopping trip -- near often enough."
"Well there are reasons for that," the younger man murmured as he led the way through a sunny morning room and out into an exquisitely kept garden.
They stood in a moderately sized formal garden, with a small fountain at it's center. There were tiny lillypads floating in it and a surprising number, given how late in the season it was, of wild birds enjoying its higher tiers. Most of it was given over to roses, and there was a shaded arbor to the left where wisteria still flowered over the trellised roof. At the feet was the beginning of a flagstone path that traveled through the garden with perfect symmetry until it reached the fountain where it split into two paths, one heading down and to the left towards what looked like a woodland garden and on level and to the right which led to the border of a garden that was hidden, although there seemed to be a blue-tiled roof just peeking out over the large stands of bamboo that hid it's perimeter.
"This is only the beginning of it," Wufei said, "it goes on for bit. There's a lilac grove and a Moon garden, and I think there might be an Italian garden further out."
"It's beautiful," Treize whispered under his breath. "Just... All these roses! How..." He wrenched his gaze from the flowers to look at Wufei. "How often would it be possible for someone to get out here?"
Wufei looked over at him, a suspicious frown on his face. /I am *not* going to be responisble for this troublemaker making a break for it from here. No, sir. No, no, no./ "What do you mean?" he asked warily.
"Becuase it's beautiful," Treize murmured, still taking it all in, a feast for his stimulation deprived eyes. "We had a garden back home -- at the estate. A beautiful place, and..." he trailed off, smiling. "I'd just love to come out here and relax."
"Well, you'll have to take it up with the Master. I don't know if he allows slaves out here. This is as far as I've ever gotten - this and seeing a blueprint of it once." He turned back towards the door and, seeing that Treize was still transfixed, called back, "I... I wouldn't get your hopes up. Come on. Trowa's probably there already."
"Alright," Treize acquiesced, stepping back and wishing, if he wasn't going to be let out there afterall, that he'd never been shown it at all. "I don't mean to ask why, but I'm curious as to what Trowa will be doing."
"Trowa's a model slave -- he never causes trouble, always knows what he's supposed to be doing in any given situation. The Master thought you could learn a few things by just watching him. Also, he and I will roleplay the Master to the other's slave and you can see *exactly* what you should be doing."
They had stepped back into the house and started down the hall when a tall, slender boy stepped out of one of the rooms ahead.
"I didn't think you were going to arrive," the auburn haired young man murmured, gaze level as he looked at the two approaching. "I was just going to have Yuy hunt you both down."
"Trowa, this is Treize. Treize, Trowa. The Master expects him upstairs in an hour, so we probably should get started." He led the way into the room from which Trowa had come.
It was an interior room, no windows, furnished with a moderate-sized bed, a large desk, a sofa, and a table. There were built-in cupboards along the wall, all closed, and the air temperature was noticeably warmer from that of the hall - not uncomfortable, just warmer.
"Why don't we start with you as the Master, Trowa," suggested Wufei.
"Of course," Trowa uttered, eyeing Treize. "Stand by the bed. Face it, and don't do anything else."
Only once Treize had moved did Trowa speak again, this time to Wufei alone. "How bad is his form?"
"It's very spotty," Wufei replied in a low voice. "He begins well and then either asks that things not be done, or tries touching or speaking when he hasn't been given permission. We need to teach him to kneel when he meets up with the master, as well - oh, and keep his eyes down. He's rotten with that one."
"Good intentions, but doesn't have the training to back them up," Trowa murmured, almost to himself as he looked at Treize -- yes, if he looked hard enough, the man was already fidgiting a little. "What sort of punishments is the master allowing to be used on him? And does he want him to kneel every time he meets the master?" That was something even Wufei didn't do...
"Just when he meets him for the first time that day, probably - or if it's been a while. As for punishments, he did say we couldn't use anything too extreme. He seems to think that this one is particularly sensitive for some reason. You should have seen the fit he threw when we cuffed him - and I used the *soft* cuffs, too..."
Wufei looked over at the other slave. "A soft whip would probably be fine - or a paddle. I'm sure plugs and that sort of thing are all right as well... as well as us, of course."
"A fit over being cuffed?" Trowa looked incredulous. "You'll have to tell me more about it later." Then he stepped a foot away from Wufei, calling out to Treize, "Kneel!"
Startled out of his reverie, it took Treize a second to register the command before he did it.
Wufei, wandering over to one of the cupboards on the wall, looked back over his shoulder. "Too long, Treize. It's got to be like a reflex." He took out a silk whip, about three feet long and offered it to Trowa.
Trowa got near enough to Treize, then lashed out with a skilled arm -- it made more noise than anything, and landed on Treize's scarred back with nothing more than a sting -- though the man's body had completely tensed at the first sound of a whip, and he nearly jumped up from his knees when he was hit.
Wufei leaned in to Trowa and murmured, "See what I mean?" and then stood back to watch what he would do.
"Hmn." Trowa looked over the man who seemed like he'd just had a mild heart attack from his wide startled expression and strained breathing. At some point, *someone* had worked Treize over good with a whip, Trowa was sure of it. "Stand up."
Reaction was quicker this time, much more so, as Treize remained silent, awaiting to be told what to do next.
It was interesting to Wufei to be able to stand back and see someone else deal with Treize and his eccentricities for once. It helped him put things into perspective - how horrible the man's past owners had really been, but also how much he himself had been letting slide. Now he found himself wondering why. He'd been worrying incessantly about Treize not toeing the line and there was something almost calming in Trowa's disbelief at the older man's behavior.
/A note to myself to step up the training, even in my rooms where I've really let it go, and to talk to him more about his other owners./
The procedure was repeated again, and again it wasn't fast enough for Trowa, and once more the 'punishment' did more harm than good. Standing back with thinned lips, Trowa held the whip out to Wufei.
"Kneel."
Treize dropped to his knees nearly at once this time, reaction much quicker, as Trowa gestured to Wufei to follow him to a corner. "Wufei, is there any chance of him dropping dead of fright?" came the serious question. "We'd probably be better with a paddle than even *this* whip."
"Well," the Chinese man answered, folding his arms in front of him and looking over at the kneeling form by the bed, "I don't think he'll die, but the Master was very explicit about not driving him too hard... I'll try the paddle."
Wufei walked to the cupboards again and took out a large, smooth paddle. Crossing to the bed, he showed it to Treize. "We'll use this instead," he said, "since you seem to be so sensitive to the whip. When I say 'kneel' you kneel and when I say 'up' you stand. Got it?"
"Kneel."
The older man dropped instantly this time, eyes closed as he did so.
"Much better," Trowa murmured, stepping nearer as he looked over the slave. "Now, let me show the proper form." Two fingers touching Treize's eyelids. "Open them. Don't lift your chin, though. Lean forward a little more, and spread your legs some." With each followed command, Trowa nodded until he was satisfied and stepped back.
"That's the proper form, Treize," Wufei said. "It should feel as natural to you as standing or walking, and when you're told to kneel, or when you see the master for the first time that day, this is where you should be immediately."
He walked behind the older man. "Now we're going to practice - over and over again - until is begins to get automatic. Everytime you drop, Trowa will arrange you into proper form if you're not their. I'll give you five chances to learn and if you still have to be arranged after five, you get the paddle. Now stand up and...kneel."
Up, then down again, and the only thing that needed to be adjusted was how far apart his legs were. Then again, and again, and it seemed to be catching on for Treize.
The back of his legs and his knees themselves were burning wildly by then, but Treize knew he *had* to get it right.
"Much better," Wufei admitted. "Why don't we try it with a real person. Trowa can be the Master and he's just called for you. You'll come from the door to where he is and do the kneel. All right with you, Trowa?"
"Perfectly fine," Trowa uttered, taking the paddle from Wufei. "Also, you are to *never* enter a room unless bid so -- The master uses 'enter', so I want you to stand at the door until I say 'enter'."
"And keep your eyes down - it's not just when you kneel, but when you're with him, as a general rule it's best to keep them down. You don't just walk into the room looking at him. If he wants you to look at him he'll tilt your chin up. That's his signal that you can look up."
Having delivered all the instructions, Wufei stepped back, again, to watch.
Trowa put his back to the doorway Treize stood in, then uttered "Enter."
Like it was scripted, Treize entered, eyes on the carpet, and knelt, in position, two feet behind Trowa.
"Excellent, Treize," came Wufei's judgment. "Now let's do that five times to make sure it's really ingrained."
They repositioned themselves and went over and over it. Each time, Treize was quicker and better positioned. Watching Treize, Wufei felt a wave of relief. /The Master will be *very* pleased with this. Now if we can get him to calm down in bed.../
It was starting to come more naturally with every time, like a peice of piano music played over and over. Trowa noted it all, and was highly pleased by it.
"Good -- I think the hour is almost up. Bring him back tommorow and we'll do it again, Wufei," Trowa uttered, then said "up."
Treize stood sharply, not relaxing until Trowa said 'dismissed'.
"He's very maleable," the auburn haired slave noted.
Wufei felt a wave of anger. "With you he is - he hates me. All sorts of disrespect. I think I might ask the Master to transfer him to your care, because it's obvious that I'm the wrong person to do it."
"Hates you?" Trowa asked, expression questioning. "I rather thinks he *likes* you. That may be why he isn't as easy for you to handle."
A scowl formed on the Chinese man's features. "Whatever would make you say something like *that?*" /Completely ridiculous. I don't think he likes anyone but himself, and he tries to get away with whatever he thinks he can... Likes me, indeed. Hn.../ He was trying hard to push the thought away. He believed Trowa to be dead wrong, of course, but at the same time, there was something rather exciting about the idea.
"It seems... that when he actually sees someone as an authority figure, he follows orders -- and if he disliked you, he'd probably just tell you to go fuck off then even try," Trowa pointed out. "But, go on -- or you'll both be late."
They rode the elevator up in silence and walked out into the private lobby for Zechs's office. Checking an antique clock that stood on a small shelf of books, Wufei gestured towards the small sofa. "Three minutes early. We'll wait out here."
"He doesn't like people arriving early?" Treize asked as he sat beside Wufei.
"No," Wufei said, staring at the clock. "That's as bad as coming late. You are disobeying his orders either way. He gets really picky about that..."
"I'll have to remember that," Treize murmured, truly meaning it. Then he looked over to Wufei. "How did I do with the kneeling?"
"You did very well, Treize," the younger man said, somewhat stiffly, eyes still watching the time. "Maybe later you can tell me why you're the model of submission and respect to Trowa and so utterly different with me. I don't really appreciate that, you know. Made me look stupid after I told him what the Master and I were concerned about."
/I made him look stupid...?/ Treize was confused, but Wufei was already walking away...
The second hand of the clock was nearing 5 seconds before 9, so Wufei got up and began walking to the officer door. "Come on - and do it just the way you did with Trowa."
He knocked on the gleaming wood at exactly 9am.
"Enter," came the deep voice of the Master.
Pushing the door open, Wufei stepped back to allow Treize to be first into the room.
And Treize did just what he'd practiced -- eyes down, walked into the room, knelt two feet behind Zechs, form as close to perfection as one who'd just started out could get.
Wufei had to be angry.
Zechs, who had been standing with his back to them, turned and looked down in pleased surprise at the kneeling man. Long, golden fingers reached down and buried themselves in Treize's hair, stroking it softly. "Mmmm... *very* nice, Treize. Such a pretty thing when you're down on your knees like this..." Raising azure eyes to Wufei, he arched a sleek eyebrow and murmured, "So it seems that Trowa was of some help to you, and after only an hour...mmm... very good, Treize."
Wufei was crushed. The Master obviously thought he couldn't do his job properly - that Trowa was better at it. /Well, maybe he is. Maybe... maybe I resent him too much to be a good trainer.../
The tall blond, noticing the look on his favorite's face, walked over to him, leaving Treize to kneel where he was, eyes still down. Zechs slid his arms around the smaller man, brushing his fingers down Wufei's arms before wrapping them around his waist. "Look at me, dear one," he breathed. As Wufei's lifted his head slowly, Zechs leaned down and captured it in a long, deep kiss.
That melted some of the ice around Wufei's heart, enough for him to savour the kiss and respond as eagerly as he could. /I wish this could last... but Treize is my replacement!/
Pulling back gently from the kiss, Zechs nuzzled the tender skin of Wufei's neck and murmured, "You may go to your own work now, but...I'd like to have you for lunch today."
"My pleasure, Master," Wufei purred, spirits suddenly much lighter -- lunch was only three hours away!! "I'll come up for lunch, then."
"Twelve o'clock, dear one," Zechs replied, brushing a thumb over Wufei's nipples before letting him go and turning to Treize.
He walked past him and then sat on the edge of the desk, about three feet from where Treize was kneeling. He was finding it difficult not to touch himself, so erotic was the sight of the beautiful and powerful man submitting to Zechs's will. /I could take the morning off I suppose, but that would put him behind in his work.../ He considered a bit more and thought of a compromise: pleasure, brevity, and extra training - all in one act.
So he rose, walked to a small cabinet built into the wall, and opened it, removing a soft leather strap. "Treize, I want you to stand up and walk to the far wall of the office. When you get there, kneel again and await my orders."
"Yes, sir," Treize murmured, not having lifted his eyes to see what Zechs was doing. He roose smoothly, and then walked to the far-wall and knelt, nose nearly agianstthe fine wood paneling, hands at his sides, legs spread a little like Trowa had shown him.
It was a little embarrassing ot be knealign there, knowing his scarred back was on display and that that was all that could be seen of him. /I wonder what he's going to do?/ So far it had been a good day -- strange and new to him, the way of training, but it had been good. When things got less rigid, he'd ask the master about the garden -- or the next day. No hurry.
"No, no, pet," Zechs murmured, making a quick check of the London stock exchange figures. "I want your back to face the wall, please, but not right up against it."
When Treize had complied, the blond man crossed to where he was kneeling and dropped to his knees in front of him, the strap in one hand, the other hand reaching up to caress the older man's cheek. "Treize... my sweet man... your submission leaves me breathless... and aching for you..."
Treize's eyes lifted just fractionally, enough to take in part of Zechs' face and to catch sight of the strap, which sent a tremble through him. /A strap? Why does he need that... Gott./ He wanted to speak, but couldn't, so he just kept his eyes down, awaiting that may come.
"Now," said the blond, "stand up for me."
Treize rose smoothly, not too fast, not too slow, and kept his eyes down with some ammount of effort. /Gott, gott, Nein... He wouldn't hit me, would he?/
Zechs walked behind Treize and took ahold of his wrists loosely. "I'm going to tie your hands now." His soft voice was only an inch from Treize's ear, the breath warm on the older man's skin. "The strap is very soft and I'm tying it tight enough that you cannot get out of it, but not so tight as to hurt. Now tell me how it feels to you, Treize."
Treize let out a soft breath of air once Zechs had finished speaking. The strap wasn't to hit him with. /I have to trust him more.../ The supple leather wrapped around his wrists, firm but not painful... "No worse than shirt-sleeves, master," Treize uttered, the releif obvious in his voice.
"Very good" Zechs mumured. He remained behind Treize, stroking the straps wound around the other man's wrists. "Now, restraints like these are pleasureable not only to the dominant partner, but to the submissive one as well. Try to think of it like this: restraints give you something to push or pull against which can be utterly delicious when your body is taut and aching for release." Having said that he brushed the hair away from Treize's neck and kissed him softly as his hands came around the front of his chest and smoothed their way downwards.
"Another thing restraints do is give you a rather erotic sense of the inevitable." Delicate fingertips grazed the lightest possible touches over Treize's nipples. "When you're restrained, you *know*, in a very real sense, that I'm going to doing something to you; you *know* it's coming. There will be no hesitations, or changing your mind, or stopping short because of fear or shame or reluctance. You can let those demons go, Treize, and realize that when you are bound, the question of 'should I let him do it' has already been answered for you. This lovely leather makes it all so simple really. All *you* have to think about is the pleasure... no doubts, no worries, all of those are erased by the strap around your wrists..."
Listening to Zechs' intelligent, softly spoken words helped only some -- but it did let Treize put himself in a better place than his mind had been before. His breathing was already a bit faster than normal, though whether that was from trying to keep himself in check, or from Zechs' extreme and seductive closeness...
Standing there, Treize leaned faintly towards Zechs, sighing as he closed his eyes. "With you it *is* pleasure, master... There's no question as to if I should.. I will."
"Yes," Zechs breathed as he walked around in front of Treize, stroking his cheek and letting his eyes run slowly up the length of the slave's body. "Look at me, Treize..." came the soft whisper. "I want you..." Leaning forward, the tall blond claimed Treize's lips with a kiss, pushing his back against the wall as he did so and pressing his tongue deep into the warm heated space inside. For several minutes he ate, slowly, at the older man's mouth, hands sliding over the broad shoulders, flat belly, and lean hips.
/So good... slow and enjoyable.../
Then, shifting slightly, Zechs trailed the kisses down Treize's throat and shoulders, kissing his way down as he knelt in front of the slave. Finally, on his knees, he held Treize's hips firmly in his hands and pressed a kiss to the front of the loose pants, and the shaft laying just below.
Hands and wrists pressed uncomfortably agaisnt the wall went unnoticed to Treize as he let himself moan out softly, pressing his hips forward to the sturdy resistance of Zechs' hands. This -- standing up, with the leather strap around his wrists -- was so much better than being chained to a bed. Even if he did feel like he was going to fall forward at any moment.
"Master!!"
Pressing more kisses, Zechs began to nuzzle at the slight bulge beneath the fabric, licking and rubbing it with his tongue until it was quite wet. Contented humming sounds came from deep in his throat and his hands wandered over Treize's hips and buttocks, stopping now and then to squeeze gently. As knees slowly forced Treize's legs further apart, the kisses and licks grew more passionate and his little noises changed to moans.
He wanted to bring his hands forward and thread it through thick silk-spun hair, but he could only strain around the strap holding his wrists together, moaning as he spread his legs, still standing. "Master... Ohhh... *please*!"
Using his fingers, Zechs gripped the waistband of Treize's pants and slowly, agonizingly slowly, drug it downwards, revealing the man's long, thick shaft bit by tiny bit. He let go of the material for a moment, leaving just the tip showing, held captive by the soft fabric. Leaning forward, he began licking it, tiny, quick little licks, almost too quick to be felt -- but not quite...
Of all the times to not put on a cock-ring. "Uhm! Master..."Treize cried out softly, trying to rock his hips, hands wringing uslessly behind his back. "No ring... won't last long... Master!"
Zechs smiled against the hard member and murmured, "Just a bit longer, Treize." The licks grew firmer, still flicking over the very end of the shaft and rasping along the sensitive underside. When the squirming of his captive grew desperate, the blond glanced up and purred, "Come for me, beautiful man..."
A ragged huff of breath left Treize, and then he came, eyes closed, spilling against Zechs' teasing mouth. Such concentrated pleasure, and he hadn't been able to do anything about it... "Master..." A replete moan, rumbling with the pleasure he'd just felt.
"Mmmmn... so very, very good, my pet..." Zechs gave his slave a thorough washing and pulled his pants back into place. Then he stood in one, graceful movement and pressed Treize back against the wall to kiss him, feeling for the strapped wrists and freeing them. The strap fell to the floor as Zechs arms went around the older man's waist and the kiss deepened.
Eagerly responding now -- not mulling over his chaffed wrists -- Treize gave back in the kiss, tongue exploring as much as Zechs' was as his hands grasped Zechs' upper arms for contact. /So good, so much better than yesterday.../
/Mmmn... too good to stop just yet... I could spend hours with him.../ Zechs covered Treize's neck and throat with light but passionate kisses, his fingers buried in the silk of the older man's hair. "God... Treize... so perfect... so beautiful... ah, sweet angel you make me so happy..."
"It's so good, to be with you," Treize murmured back, pressing closer to those kisses, eyes closed to better enjoy it as his fingers kneaded restlessly on Zechs' arms. "Dear master..."
More soft kisses, on eyes and cheeks and mouth, and then Zechs was simply staring into Treize's eyes, gaze soft, but rapt, and an elegant finger tracing the curve of his jaw. Gazing, searching perhaps, with just a small touch of wonder to his expression took in Treize's even, aristocratic features.
/Why does he affect me this way... he's just another slave. He's beautiful -but many of my boys are beautiful... What is it about this one...?
Sapphire bright eyes looked steadily at Zechs, though he was obviously trying to turn them down as they should be. But the gaze was hazey, tender and warm, completely open. "You're a wonderful man, master," he murmured, voice thick with emotion as he finally realised the adjustments in treatment Zechs had made -- just for him. From chained to a bed to soft leather straps while standing, such care taken. /He understands./
A last moment of searching gaze and then Zechs pressed a gentle kiss to the slave's lips and stood back. He picked up the strap and wound it back up precisely, moving to the cabinet and storing it away.
"This evening, we will practice again," he said, turning to Treize with a smile. "And *you* will be the one on your knees. I'm very much looking forward to that, sweet pet. For now, however, you have a report to finish I believe. So you may spend the morning downstairs. I'll need to meet with you after lunch, though. There have been several additions to my calendar and it's time you learned how to keep it for me."
His smile was smooth and warm and he walked Treize to the door of the office with an arm around his shoulders. "I will expect you back here at 2 o'clock."
Nearly out the door, and Treize chanced a brief hug from the man. "Thank you for caring so much, Master," he spoke softly, tears in his voice. "I'll be back at two." A soft little laugh as he pulled back, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, "I reset the watch so I won't be late again, Master."
"I have great faith in you, Treize." Zechs's voice was soft and deep and once more he raised a hand to caress the other man's cheek. "Great faith indeed."
Turning, he walked slowly back to his desk to take a fax off of his machine.
Treize watched for a moment before leaving to go about his work for the day -- it was going ot be a *very* good day.
End of Chapter 13
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