30 Oct 2000
Chapter 2 - there be lemon here. ^_~
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Enjoy -
kumi
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.
PAIRINGS: 6x13
WARNING: heavy shounen-ai,*yaoi lemon*, 13+6 sap, and still more dessert references
Treize paled visibly for a moment at the knife gestured at him, then the *whack*. He let out a soft, chuckling noise, more nerves than laughter. "Wufei, has anyone every told you that you can be scary when you least suspect it? Because you *can*."
A smile, almost a smirk actually, crossed the Chinese man's face. Now *that* was a response he liked! "I take my desserts very seriously," he said, with just a hint of disdain at Treize's laughter. "Are you surprised? Does the big blond man not do the same?"
"Miriald," Treize corrected. "Your potential employer has a name, Wufei, and you'd best not forget that -- or else he may take to calling you 'the small chinese boy'."
The blush returned with a vengeance and Wufei's face took on a look of outrage. "Boy?" he retorted. "*I* am not a *boy*! Boys do not know how to do the things *I* can do! A *boy* cannot take a lump of formless dough and shape it into something delicious and memorable! A boy cannot make spun sugar look like pure gold, or turn egg whites, vanilla, and sugar into meringue like a cloud!"
He was at the stove again, mixing the melting chocolate with mysterious liquids that he poured fromm small brown bottles. *You* do not think I can do these things, perhaps, because I am only a 'boy', but *I* will show you I can!" Another scowl at Treize and then, waving the whisk so that drops of melted chocolate went flying, he added sternly, "Just because one is not tall does not make him immature!"
The urge to roll his eyes was hard to resist, as he finally opened the bottle of wine. "Did I say that? No. I was just telling you, Wufei, that your vague descriptive names for people are a little rude -- look at your own reaction, just now, to having it applied to you like you did to Miriald. I'd be equally offended if you called me the 'strange fork-eyebrowed brit'."
"It is not the same," Wufei said, a bit huffily. He had turned off the flame under the chocolate and brought the pan over to where the marzipan squares lay waiting to be dipped.
"There is nothing negative about calling someone a blond," he continued, "nor calling them a man. 'Strange' has a negative connotation," he continued as he began dipping the marzipan into the chocolate mixture, "even though it might be applied to you," he added under his breath. "I do not know if you consider your nationality to be an asset or not, and the same can be said about your eyebrows." Wufei tried not to think too much about the other man's eyebrows because for some strange reason he found them fascinating and that disturbed him. Better to concentrate on the task at hand.
"Negative and positive connotations all lie in the eye of the beholder, Wufei -- so, how about we just use our given names, hmn?" Treize asked with a quirked little smile as he rose fromm his seat to get the wine-glasses.
Wufei gave a little snort but didn't press the point. The puff pastry shells he had baked were cooling now, almost ready to be filled. "It's time for whipping the cream," he said confidently, and began rummaging around in Zechs's refrigerator for it. Coming out with a large carton, he eyed Treize, sitting alone at the little counter table. "Does he usually leave you by yourself this much?" he asked bluntly.
That gained him another chuckle fromm Treize, this one quietly rueful. "Not *usually*. we were supposed to eat dinner together, but everything's gone to hell in a shopping basket, so..."
Wufei gave him a look of mild disapproval. "I don't think that being an excellent chef goes well with having a relationship. You probably distract him."
"Do I care?" was Treize's light reply as he set down three glasses on the table. "Not really. We manage, and it seems that, with all my *distractions*, he's continued to be an excellent chef."
Now the scowl was back on the Chinese man's face. He had put the marzipan candies into the freezer to cool them quicker and was now engaged in filling the delicate fluted pastry shells with thick, creamy chocolate. "What do you mean, 'Do I care?' Are you in love with him or not?" His tone was bordering on the parental. "It seems that you aren't if you don't care about the possibility of stunting his career."
Having finished filling the pastry, he got a medium-sized cloth bag out of the box he'd brought, along with a small plastic tip that fit on the end of the bag. He scooped up spoonfuls of the freshly whipped cream and stuffed it into the bag, then began garnishing each filled pastry shell with a perfect swirl of cream. He eyes Treize again and looked thoughtful. "Perhaps you need a hobby."
A hobby?" Treize asked incredulously. "Do you think that I don't work, is that it, Wufei? I'm a writer -- I have a weekly column in the New Yorker." Eyes glinting with a dangerous mischievousness, he reached out a finger, swiping it through one of those swirls of cream, then brought it up to his mouth. "I spend all *day*, usually, in my office, working, but unfortunately, Miriald normally works at *night*.
The Chinese man's mouth dropped open in outrage at the mangled dollop of cream. He snatched up the plate it was on and cradled it possessively, putting it down on the far side of the counter, out of Treize's reach. "You keep those fingers to yourself!" he warned, shaking the pastry bag in Treize's face. The top of nearly grazed the tall man's nose.
"Treize!" Zechs had just walked in, hearing Wufei's warning as he did. "What are you doing to this poor man?" he asked in mock outrage, "and why aren't you doing it to me?" This was followed by a somewhat lascivious wink.
A wink that nearly drew a purrrrrr fromm Treize. "Oh, just playing with his whipped cream. Nothing out of the ordinary, you know." Then he gave a playful wink at Wufei, who, now half-outraged, had his face turn the worst shade of red possible -- did the ginger-haired man *know* what he'd just suggested!!!
Zechs laughed. "You're *horrible*, you know that? Please forgive him, Wufei - someone obviously forgot to turn off his cheeky comment mechanism." He whipped at Treize a few times with a kitchen towel that he carried. "Down, boy! Or it's the rolled-up newspaper and no doggie treats for you!"
"Damn -- does that mean I have to sleep on the *end* of the bed tonight? i don't like that at all -- you kick too much in your sleep," he smirked, grabbing the end of the towel as it lashed out, and used it to tug Zechs towards him. "Why don't you taste Wufei's masterpiece?"
Allowing himself to be pulled against Treize, the tall blond looked puzzled. "Masterpiece?"
Treize gestured to the puff pastry, noting the waiting look on wufei's face. "He promised a work of wonder."
"Oooh... very *pretty*..." Zechs murmured appreciatively. "Very nice presentation, Wufei."
"The taste is as good as the presentation," Wufei insisted, pushing the one that Treize hadn't so evilly maimed, towards Zechs. "Eat."
"Yes, mom," Zechs said, a bit taken aback by the forcefulness of the request. He took a delicate spoonful, being sure to take all three: pastry, mousse, and cream, and ate it thoughtfully. "Hmm..." he finally said. "I see... Mmm, I *think* I would have to say..." He took another bite.
"Well?" Wufei nearly demanded, wondering -- was it a hit? No, how could it not be!!
"I would have to say... that this is the best chocolate mousse I have ever tasted."
"And it should be," Wufei insisted firmly.
"He's been sure of it all along," Treize admitted.
Micah poked his head around the door, looking sheepish. "Uh, Boss? I mean, Chef? I was saut'ing some of the Portobellos and... well, now there's this little *fire*..."
Zechs went pale. "I'll be back," he said to the other two men, "hopefully." With that he and Micah were gone.
Wufei blinked at the door he'd gone through, then turned to Treize. "What does this mean? Do I have the job or not?"
Treize gave an eloquent shrug, picking up Zechs' fork and licking it. "Damned if I know -- you should sit down, though."
That brought on another fierce blush, but there was really no way to avoid doing it, so the Chinese man edge up to the stool opposite Treize and sat down, clutching one of the kitchen towels to him and eyeing the other man with a mixture of wariness and interest. He stared at the door to the kitchen and said earnestly, "I very much want this job."
Treize had poured himself half a glass of wine and was sipping fromm it, nodding as he looked up to Wufei. "It's obvious you want it. Hopefully you'll get it. Though... why aren't;t you already employed? You're *extremely* good."
A small smirk of pride warred with embarrassment on Wufei's face. "I've only been out of school for two months," he said. "I had a position as the pastry chef at a famous dessert cafe in New York. The range of desserts was incredibly exhilarating!" He stopped for a moment, a look of proud excitement on his face. "Cakes, tortes, pastry, mousses, rich meringues, and delicate sorbets, chocolate of all sorts - oh, the chocolate demands were *fierce!*" His entire face was glowing with a kind of savage joy.
"The dining public was the enemy and I, Chang Wufei, was the warrior, determined to render them helpless with the most stunning desserts *any* of them had *ever* seen or tasted!" He slid Treize a look of supreme confidence. "And I did - night after night, and teatimes, as well, I could see them at the tables, swooning like women over my mocha profiteroles or my lemon tarts with raspberry sauce! Weak and helpless, that's what they were in the face of my weapons, weak and helpless. Ha!" He had gotten to his feet, ebony eyes shining, looking off into the distance and remembering his victories.
/Note to self -- most cooks are fanatical, to some degree. Some are more frightening than others./ "Wufei... Maybe *you* should think about getting a hobby. You're nearly orgasmic over desserts."
Wufei's cheeks went absolutely scarlet as he blinked and looked over at Treize, almost as if he didn't know quite where he was. "Well," he said, somewhat peevishly as he sat down, "it's useless to go into something in a half-hearted way. That guarantees failure!" There was something close to a pout on his face, and he crossed his arms and stared grimly at the floor.
"Anyway," he continued in a much quieter voice. "The management turned out to be idiots."
"Oh? Do tell," Treize pushed lightly, pouring a glass of wine for the boy--er, young man. "I know how it is to be the best at something, but not be able to hold down a job. I was fired fromm so many newspapers..."
"All the chefs there had to work in the open for at least half of the shift. So we were surrounded by the diners, watching us and even *talking* to us while we tried to work! We were supposed to be *cheerful* with them, listen to their stupid jokes and smile all day." He sniffed. "It was a ridiculous thing to ask a true chef to do, and it distracted me from my work." He eyed the glass of wine Treize had pushed toward him. "This... is for *me*?"
Treize looked around the room slyly, before looking back at Wufei. "Actually, it's for the hedge-hog sitting behind you, but you can have it. Albert isn't feeling like drinking tonight." Then he winked, pouring himself a glass. "You know, I really can't see you as a social butterfly."
The Chinese man fromwned and flickered his eyes to the side, not wanting to be see checking for the existence of a hedgehog named Albert. "Hn... being a social butterfly is not a very worthy job. I prefer to work on what I'm good at and become the best. All the rest is just distraction. One cannot make the best Napoleons by chatting with customers!" Another sniff and his fingers touched the stem of the glass.
"You make Napoleons?" Treize asked with some distraction. "Mmm, hell. Tell Zechs that -- he'll probably *dive* to hire you. It gives *him* trouble, getting all those layers just *perfect*." Lips curling into a smile, Treize nodded to himself, taking another sip of the semi-sweet red wine. "Yes, when a dessert chef can make perfect napoleons, he's reached the pinnacle of his art. Do you know how to pair a wine with a dessert?"
Wufei had just taken a sip of the red Treize had given him. "Mmm... yes I do, and while this wine is very good it does not suit desserts at all. I believe it would have gone better with those." He indicated the tray of appetizers, now completely cold.
From the kitchen they could hear a loud cheer.
"That must mean *something* is working again," Treize smirked, taking another sip. "Frankly, I am of the belief that vodka and cognac can suit *any* dessert."
"Then you must be an alcoholic," Wufei sniffed, taking a longer sip of his wine. "Dessert wines must be chosen carefully to ensure that the different flavors that come out only as one drinks them over time don't clash with the primary flavors of the dish." Another sip went down. "I once had a woman who ordered an Riesling *Auslese* with *mousse a l'orange*, can you "believe* it?"
The pastry chef drained the rest of his glass and shook his head, his entire body becoming loose and relaxed. "The ignorance of some people - hah!"
"Now, how is that ignorance? Once in a while, someone finds something they like, no matter how little sense it makes. Like... well, take salad for instance. A light, clean salad with crisp lettuce would be perfect with italian, or a vinaigrette, correct? But what if someone likes ranch instead? You just have to learn how to deal with things like that."
"Ranch?" Wufei looked at him in disgust. "Ranch?? Ranch dressing is nothing more than thin sour cream that smothers helpless greens and other vegetables so you can't *taste* them." He scowled down into his glass and then looked surprised to see it empty. "Um... can have some more of this?"
"Oh, of course," he murmured, pouring wufei a half glass. /keep an eye on how much he drinks, or he'll get *drunk*.../ "You know, Zechs says the same thing."
"Well of course he would," came the reply, just before Wufei took a long pull on his glass. "Would I want to work with anyone who did not. He is obviously an excellent chef and an honorable man."
Suddenly the door burst open and Zechs was practically carried into the room by Will and Micah. "Dis man need a kiss, boyfriend!! He got some good words *tonight!! Yeah!!"
"A kiss, a kiss!" Will cried, dragging a blushing Zechs up to where Treize sat.
"Um, guys? Really, this is -" Zechs was cut off in mid-sentence by Micah.
"None other dan *Rufus Mitchell,* the top critic at the Globe, snuck into dis place tonight!" Micah's accent was getting perceptibly thicker. "And he insist on coming back to dah kitchen and talkin' at dis guy for twenty minutes about how good he cook!!"
"And," Will injected, struggling to hold a squirming Zechs, "he's writing up a full color piece for *next Sunday's magazine*, all about how great Chef is and what a cool little place we've got here. I tell you the man needs a kiss!!"
"Stars! Zechs, that's a miracle!" Treize crowed as he rose to his feet, pouring the third glass of wine up to the rim of the glass. carrying the blonde's glass towards him, he scowled at Will and Micah. "Come, come, now. Stop manhandling him, hmn? I can't properly kiss him if he's being pinned in place!"
Still holding his own half-filled glass, Wufei watched stunned -- they really *didn't* care about who saw them being so passionate in public! His cheeks flared hot again as he averted his gaze.
"Mmmm," Zechs closed his eyes and let Treize's mouth melt into his. One hand came up and long fingers were buried in golden-brown waves. As idiotic as Will and Micah were acting, *this* at least had been a very good idea.
The idiots in the background gave each other a high five.
Not about to let go of the wine-glass, Treize deftly held it out for someone to take fromm him, while his other hands tangled just as firmly into Zechs' hair, a wanting, urgent kiss...
Wufei was staring now.
Will took the glass and sniggered, poking Micah with an elbow. "Time for us to get back to work," he whispered and the two of them crept back through the door into the main kitchen, letting the two lovers go at it, with only a mortified but fascinated pastry chef for an audience.
Only after breathless minutes, that both relaxed Treize and hardened him, did they break the kiss. "Wonderful news, love," he purred in the shell of the blonde's ear. "This is simply wonderful, wonderful news."
"Couldn't have done it without you, love," the blond man murmured, tightening his fingers around silky hair. "I'll show you my gratitude when I get home... can you stay up that late?"
"'No-Doze'," he teased softly, kissing the side of Zechs' face. "Of course -- I'll *gladly* stay up that late... This is wonderful." The *glee* in his rich voice was obvious, fromm the way he was repeating himself.
Half of Wufei wanted to demand to know if he had the job or not, the other part wanted to flee the intimate scene. so he just sat there, quietly
Zechs was nuzzling Treize back when he happened to see a solemn face out of the corner of his eye. "Treize? We're being watched by a pastry chef..."
"That reminds me -- tell him if you want to hire him, or not, before he makes himself ill over it," Treize murmured, leaning close to lick the edge of Zechs' ear. "He'd be a good hire, as long as you keep him *in* the kitchen."
"Wait!" Wufei said fiercely and jumped to his feet. "I have not given *you* your dessert yet!" He walked to the freezer and pulled out the small plate of chocolate-covered marzipan candies. Somehow, while Treize had been talking, he had garnished each with an exquisite buttercream violet. He took the plate to Treize and held it out, nearly hitting him in the face with it. "You will try this first!"
Zechs looked alarmed. "I... think you'd better do what he says, love..."
There was no arguing it, so... Treize picked one up, cautious, and then brought it to his mouth, taking a bit off the square. Moments later, he let out a pleased 'Mmmmmm', eyes closing as he nodded. "Wonderfully done. Do you want some, Zechs...?"
"Yes, I think I'd better," Zechs teased. "I want to know what kind of candy makes you forget all about me." He picked up one of the small chocolate squares and took a bite. Wufei stared at, hardly breathing.
"You're forgiven for forgetting about me, Treize... Wufei these are *wonderful.* How would you like to be the new pastry chef at Silks?"
It seemed, for a moment, that Wufei's heart was going to stop beating completely, before he bowed, expression happy, if not a smile. "I knew I was worthy."
"Of course you are," Zechs said and then looked worried. "Oh... you don't... visit the ballet often? Or the theater? Or Nantucket - I mean, Martha's Vineyard... do you?"
Wufei's eye-brows drew together a little. What did *that* have to do with anything? "No, I don't -- should I?"
"No!" Zechs said quickly, shaking his head, "they're all *highly* overrated. Trust me on this one = stay away fromm 'em." The he held out his hand to Wufei and said, "Welcome - happy to have you on board."
Tentatively accepting the hand, Wufei replied, "I'm honored to work with you, Chef." All the while eyeing how nicely Treize had plastered himself to the chef's side. So strange, to see two men who were lovers, where neither ended up looking 'femmy'.
"Come by tomorrow about 1 o'clock. We can do all the paperwork then -- oh, and thanks for being persistent. Sometimes that's the only way you can be heard around here." He smiled, rather brilliantly, at the younger chef and then gave Treize another kiss. "Afraid I'm going to have to go back to work," he said mournfully, studying admiring Treize's profile and cursing himself for having to work evenings.
"I'll still be waiting here. I've a note-book in the car, so I can get a head start on my next column," he sighed, pulling away regretfully. "Go on -- carry on. Be Chef-ish and such."
The blond gave a light nip to his ear. "I'll make it up to you, I promise..." Then he winked again at Wufei and disappeared back through the kitchen door.
Wufei looked solemnly at Treize. "Why does he wink at me?"
"Because he's teasing you," Treize smiled as he sat back down, picking up another piece of chocolate covered marzipan. "Zechs loves to tease people."
He began washing off the equipment he'd used, and packing the supplies back into the box. "Yes, I think... both of you are very strange men, indeed..."
Treize chuckled as he poured himself another glass of wine. "Now, why do you say that? And, is it a good strange, or a *bad* strange?"
"I'm not quite sure," Wufei said in all seriousness. "I will have to get back to you on that - after I've been here awhile..." Ebony eyes slid a sidelong gaze at him. "Probably good..."
"We've yet to drive anyone *really* crazy," Treize assured in a 'gentle' tone. "But not for lack of trying..."
"Hn." The bag was packed and now Wufei walked out fromm behind the kitchen counter to stand awkwardly before Treize. "I suppose I will see you here often?"he asked with a slight fromwn of disapproval on his face.
"More often than not," Treize replied with a nod. "Unless I've got a deadline, or I'm sick, I'll be here."
Wufei nodded slowly and then hesitantly held out his hand. "Thank you... for saying what you did to him..."
"I didn't say a thing," Treize murmured, reaching to accept the offered hand. "You did it all by yourself."
Color tinged Wufei's cheeks, but he face couldn't help looking a bit proud of himself. "Well - goodbye for now, then," he said and then, looking down at the plate of marzipan on the counter, he added in a stern voice, "And don't eat all of those - save some for *him*!"
"Caught me," Treize chuckled, a bit sheepish. "I'll see you around then!"
The pastry chef gave a rather reluctant grunt and headed out the door.
"*Damn* it's good to be home! What an insane evening." They'd come home and come straight upstairs and now Zechs simply collapsed on the bed, his hands over his face and feet hanging off the end.
"But a complete success, hmn?" Treize asked as he sat beside his exhausted lover loosening his shoes. it was ap pleasant thing he liked to do -- pamper Zechs when he could, to make up for the pampering he often got.
"Yeah, I suppose... It'll probably sink in when I'm not so tired..." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at Treize. "I tell you, Count - you're dangerous to have around. I looked over at you while we were talking to... Wufei, and could have sworn I was getting a crush on you all over again."
After pulling off shoes and socks, Treize's deft fingers kneaded at Zechs' feet. "Oh? Well, there's no ned for a *crush* -- I think I'm far more available to you than *that*. " And then a forked eye-brow wiggled temptingly.
"Mmm..." Zechs closed his eyes in pleasure. "Doesn't matter how available you are, love... that's just the way you make me feel sometimes. All giddy and wanting..."
A tickle teased at his ankle before Treize moved the massage to the other foot. "That makes me feel useful, Zechsy," he teased softly, bending to kiss on cloth-covered knee. "I had trouble not grabbing you and tossing you under the table."
"Oh... come here and kiss me... *please.*" He stared down the length of his body at the other man and held out a hand to him, face suddenly flushed.
'Are you begging?" treize teased softly, taking that hand in a firm warm grasp as he slid up, leaning over Zechs with their lips barely touching.
Zechs arched upwards, trying to press harder against his lover's mouth. "Yes," he breathed softly. "Yes, I'm begging... don't care what it takes. I just need you so *much*..."
"I bet... that you're so tired that you'll fall asleep after once." The words were smiled against Zechs' lips, as treize started to unbutton his lover's white shirt.
"Mmm," Zechs purred, "but what a lovely one time that would be." His fingers strayed to Treize's shirt and began reciprocating, gradually laying bare the other man's smooth, broad chest.
Softly padded fingers rubbed over the golden skin revealed by parting zechs' shirt, and treize's happy smile was easily read, a swirl of lust and love, utterly twined together.
Reaching up to bury his fingers in golden-brown hair, Zechs pulled Treize down, gently, to take a soft, lingering kiss. "Treize... I love you..."
"Mmmm..." A soft moan, and deep sapphire eyes flickered shut. "Yes. I love you, too, my Miriald... I've loved you for years and years."
Zechs's fingers pushed Treize's shirt off of his shoulders, slowly caressing the sculpted muscles and smooth bones, fingertips finding every curve and every smooth hollow. "Mmmm... such wonderful years... to me it seems like the more I get of you, the more I want... need..."
"You're a drug that I *never* want to be un-addicted to," Treize teased softly, lips ghosting over Zechs' cheek to brush the lobe of his ear, tongue slipping out to moisten the swirls. His breath against that wetness made it go cool all over again... "Mine."
The arch of a golden back and a long, shuddered breath gave Zechs's desire away. That word... hearing that word, in Treize's silky voice, was enough to make him wanton and reckless, just as it had when they were boys at school and he'd eagerly let the older boy do whatever he liked with him. "Ahhh... so good..."
"Do you know how *edible* you would look, strapped to the prep-table that Wufei and I were sitting at today? All spread open for me..." He pulled back, but only to slide down, body still pressed hotly to Zechs;.
"Ah, *god*..." the blond panted, head thrown back and body writhing. "Treize... oh, give you anything you want... anything..."
"Your patience, then, love," Treize asked of him, hands stroking at firm abdominals. "I would enjoy that." He bent his head ot kiss at Zechs' neck, nipping a little. "You taste wonderful."
Zechs was whimpering softly, restless with desire, his fingers raking through Treize's hair. "Eat me up, then," he whispered. "Until there's nothing left of me."
"I plan on it," Treize smirked, nuzzling now at bared chest, silk-covered abdomen.
Zechs was becoming aware of a soft, steady ache between his legs and moaned to feel it there. "Treize..." His voice was almost a whisper. "You always do this to me. You always could... can't think..." His hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they pressed upwards against his lover. "You're always so perfect..."
"And you're so lovingly responsive," Treize countered, tongue delving into the well of Zechs' belly button as his fingers unbuttoned striped pants.
A low growl came fromm somewhere deep inside Zechs's chest. He thrashed a bit, spreading his hair out around him in a golden tempest and murmuring Treize's name.
"Beautiful. A lush garden of gold, mine for the ravaging," he mused, seeing the golden-coloured bush of hair appear as he pulled down at Zechs' pants and underwear at once. "And what a shapely tree that rises up from the underbrush."
"Ahhh - Treize!" Zechs growled. "You're playing with me... why do you want to make me wait? I want it so badly..."
"Yes," he purred softly, staring at the thickness before his eyes. A pause, and then he licked the tip.
Zechs gave a sharp cry at the intensity of the small gesture. "Oh, please, Treize... *please*..."
"You beg so sweetly." another lick granted, rougher than the first. "But it can be sweeter still..."
"Show me..." whispered Zechs, clutching his lover's hair. "Take me there..."
"Is that an order?" he teased, breath puffing against the now damp member.
"Ohhhh... Yes!!" Zechs complained, wriggling fiercely.
"Hmn." Another smile at the sight of seeing Zechs *wiggle* like that. "Yes, I like *that*." And then he engulfed his lover's member,moving down on the hot length until it pushed at the back of his throat.
Zechs gave a sharp cry, hips bucking upwards to meet the wet heat of Treize's mouth. His hands went to his own hair and his fingers clutched at the pale gold strands as he shook his head, not knowing if he could stand any more. "God... Treize... so *close*..."
Fingers of one hand teased at his waist, the other hand playing with his balls as the strong suction pulled at his member, trying to suck his essence out of him...
It was enough - more than enough - to send Zechs tumbling over the edge. He gave a long whimper and his hands came down, clutching the sheets as if his nails would go right through them, and then the lovely pulses took over. He moaned at the feeling of each one passing through him, making his hips buck in that maddening rhythm until there was nothing left of him - just a husk, so light it floated on the air...
Salty-sweet, just like always, and Treize didn't spill a drop -- he savored it every time, the slickness of flavor it left behind, as he moved back up the bed. Sure enough, Zechs was drifting to sleep. "Mmm, I'm that good, hmn?" he teased in barely a whisper.
"Hmm... wait - I want to do the same to you..." the sleepy blond replied.
"As soon as you wake up," Treize teased, shimmying out of his own pants, dropping off the side of their luxurious bed. It had been the *very* first piece of furniture they'd ever bought, that bed, and it had been PERFECT. Still was -- soft, huge...
"I'm sorry, love..." Zechs murmured, the world fading around him. "I'll make it up to you..." With the promise having been made, he was asleep.
"Sweet." Treize tugged sheets atop Zechs and himself, plastering his body against his lover's. When Zechs woke up, he'd hold him to that promise.
from "On The Town:"
Hiring practices are key to a business, but is there a universal standard to hiring practices, as is rumored?
And how wise is it to hire a slightly edged, prideful little man who tells you in a threatening tone that he can make *the* best pastries? Apparently very wise, since the customers who've seen him are enamored with his brash personality, and dessert sales have nearly doubled!
Just a strange coincidence.
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